Pretty In Pink (6 page)

“I hope so. Because we were just
getting to the good part,” she said and then a tiny little growling snore came
out of her.

Charlie laughed. Not just a dream. A
naughty dream. Bonus. He left the door cracked and climbed into bed. His cock
hard with the thought of her dreaming that way about him. “But I won’t care,”
he said.

He didn’t care as he stroked his own
hard-on in his palm. His mind turning to rubbing his cock along the wet, warm
entrance of Kimber. He didn’t care as he thought of those taut, long legs
wrapping around his waist or the thought of holding her flush under him.
Holding her unmoving even when she wanted to squirm. Telling her in soft but
firm words to stay still.

Charlie didn’t care as he envisioned
biting her small pink nipples between his teeth, or sucking them hard enough to
make her moan. He rubbed his cock harder and thought of holding her down by her
trim hips. Holding her just so and then right at that moment of need, angling
her ass higher so that he slammed her G-spot over and over and over again. He
didn’t care as he heard her imaginary cries of pleasure and felt the invisible
grip of her tight, sopping pussy around his dick. He didn’t care as his own
come coated his fist and he didn’t care when he took a shuddering breath,
knowing now he could sleep without creeping back in there and watching her
breathe.

“That’s how much I don’t care,” he
said and turned to his side.

Out in the night, the wind howled and
shook the eaves like an angry wraith.

* * * *

Charlie sat up abruptly and turned to
the door. Someone was standing there and reflex propelled him out of his warm
bed to grab at the intruder. It was only when he heard her shocked and
flustered, “Oh!” that Charlie even remembered Kimber was in the house.

He’d been dreaming about her, sure.
He’d been dreaming about driving into her hard and fast at first and then
somewhere in there, it had been a gentle rocking kind of thrust. Her cries were
still in his mind as he released the real life woman from his grasp. “Kimber,
Jesus Christ. I could have killed you.”

“What? What happened?”

He steadied her, seeing by the shaft
of street light through the window that he’d knocked her off balance. His room
was dark and she was in an unfamiliar room. “Steady. You okay? Instinct kicked
in, second nature, I guess. I was asleep and I forgot you were here until I…”

“Grabbed me?” she said and then
laughed a shaky laugh.

“God, I feel like an ass. Come sit
down.” Charlie led her to the bed and pushed her shoulders until she sat. Then
he crouched in front of her and checked her over. “You sure you’re okay. You
seem really—”

“I keep hearing this noise,” she
whispered frantically. “And I’m so afraid my house is caving in.” She sniffled
quietly and something in his chest that had been hard and angry softened. He
brushed her hair out of her face and waited for her to finish. “I just picture
all that hard work, all the crazy hoops I had to hurtle through to buy it and
crash, boom, bang I can hear it all come tumbling down.” A small sob slipped
out and he rubbed her back until he heard her take a deep breath.

“I don’t think that’s the case,” he
said.

“I can hear it,” she whispered in a
hushed, confessional tone.

Charlie leaned in and took her hand.
Her lips were so close to his and he had the sudden and vivid memory of what he
had just dreamt of those lips doing to him. How hot her mouth had been on his
cock. How eager her tongue had felt. How wet and sweet and wonderful her cunt
had been when he’d slid home. He swallowed hard and shook his head. “I think
that’s stress making you hear things. Come with me.” Still holding her hand,
Charlie led her to the room he used as an office. He pulled the blind up behind
his computer desk and pointed. In the ambient white glow of the neighborhood
Christmas lights they could see her house. Completely intact except for the
small front porch roof. “See, it’s all good. You’re a little freaked out.”

She nodded sagely, she'd pulled her
hair up and her ponytail swayed with the movement. She moved a tiny bit closer
to him, her warm hand still clutching his. It made him feel big and strong and
somehow useful. It made him feel good and Charlie realized that he hadn’t felt
good in a while.

“But I hear it. What if it’s the other
side?” Her hand tightened on his and he could feel the tension and anxiety
thrumming off of her like electricity off a live wire.

“If the other side were caving in the
way you are describing,” he said, putting an arm around her shoulder to comfort
her. “Then this side would be caving in, too. I think it’s safe. I think you’re
hearing—”

To prove his point, the wind whooped
up and loud and wild and Kimber jumped, grabbing him like she was drowning.
Okay, so sue him, he took advantage of it and wrapped her in his arms, pulled
her close. So what if she felt the hardness of his arousal, he was only a man.

Either he was hallucinating or after
she had time to feel his hard-on she said, “Mmm,” softly, she stepped closer to
him instead of away. “I’m not usually such a princess,” she said, looking up at
him with tired, haunted eyes.

“You’re good. It’s been an interesting
night.” Charlie could feel her pull then. The significant undeniable tug of her
mouth calling to him and he gave in. He leaned in and kissed her. Her lips
parted for him and her tongue twined with his and then her long cool fingers
were smoothing circles over the freshly sprouted stubble on his face.

Charlie cupped her ass in his hands,
feeling the feminine flare of her bottom and hips. God, she was luscious. A
perfect hourglass of a woman and she made a sound when he kissed her deep. It
made him so unbearably hard. She was damn near killing him with his own lust.

“Interesting night,” she mimicked and
then traced the length of his cock in his pajama bottoms. He held his breath as
his heartbeat pounded in his ears. The sound mingled with the howling wind
outside and he grew lightheaded.

“Come to bed with me,” he said,
plainly. Desperately. He would wear his heart on his sleeve after ripping it
straight out of his chest for her if that was what she wanted. Right at that
perfect moment in time, all he wanted was her next to him in is bed as the wind
bellowed its rage and the snow fell like white feathers from a nearly black
sky.

“I will.” Her hand breached the
waistband of his pants and then his boxers. Charlie was pretty sure his heart
was going to leap right from his chest and he would die on the spot. Instead
her strong fingers grasped his cock and she started to work him. She moved her
hand over his flesh in an entirely different way than he had earlier. Her hand
on him was nothing like his lonely jerk-off session while dreaming of her touching
him.

The attentions she gave was a million
times better than his tiny mind could have ever imagined. “God, not too much.
Just the
thought
of you touching me is enough to put me on edge.”

Kimber laughed and stood on tippy toe
to kiss him. Her lips found his throat and she licked a wet line of fire from
jaw to collarbone. “Take me to bed,” she said.

“We can just cuddle,” he said
stupidly. Afraid he would upset her. Afraid he was taking advantage. Charlie
wanted her so bad his teeth sang from gritting them together, but he never
wanted to abuse her trust. He captured her wrists in his hand and squeezed
enough to still her when she reached to rub her hands over the aching points of
his nipples in his dark, cold office.

“If you want me to just cuddle, I’m
going home to the cave-in.”

Something about that made him laugh
wildly and he scooped her up in his arms. She let out a soft oomph but then
sighed and let him take her into his room caveman style.

“Take off your clothes.” He tugged at
her bottoms to help. “Get them off.”

His voice had turned gruff and low and
his mind could think of nothing more than burying in her sweet heat and fucking
her until she said his name in that breathy little voice. Kimber pulled the top
over her head then yanked out her hair elastic. Her hair broke free in a tumble
of dark strands. He had her pants in his fist and he tossed them, pushing her
back as he climbed over her.

“What about you?” Her fingers were
back in this waistband, pushing as he moved. The soft fabric gathered around
his hips until he finally wrestled them off. Finally, blissfully naked, Charlie
kissed her again. He didn’t think he’d ever wanted to feel a woman’s lips more.
They were softer than any lips he had ever kissed, or he was simply more crazed
for her than he’d ever been for another woman. Something about her made him
feel blissfully alive.

“Part your legs for me, baby,” he
said.

“Wait. In a moment. Come up here.” Her
hands plucked at his hips, trying to move him higher over her body until
Charlie’s brain kicked in and he inched up over her, his knees straddling her
arms, his cock over her face. Oh, fuck. Over her beautiful face and her soft,
soft lips.

“Come on. I won’t bite you.” She
pulled at his upper thighs until he rose up to let the crown of his hard-on
brush her bottom lip. Her tongue darted out and she licked the small slit that
held a small gem of pre-cum. Charlie bit his tongue so he wouldn’t come right there.

“You’re killing me.”

“You look pretty happy for a dying man.”

Her lips took in the first few inches
of him and then sucked. The tug of excitement shot from groin to his heart,
which he was pretty sure was going to stop.

Charlie slipped past her lips, pulled
out, slipped in, slipped out. “I am. I am dying a happy death,” he said and
didn’t recognize his own voice.

Kimber raised her head, took him
deeper and he had to plant his hands on the bedroom wall. He was afraid he’d
lose his composure and crush her flat otherwise. Her hands came up to pet his
legs with silken strokes. She cupped his ass, urging him to thrust until
Charlie blew out a huge breath and moved away on shaking legs.

“No more?” she asked.

“Not this time. Next time. Right now I
have to…” he let the sentence drift, slipping to his knees and parting her
thighs with his hands. He could smell the rich sweet scent of her fill his
head, becoming dizzy with it. Charlie pushed his lips to her and tasted the juices
between her legs. He licked until her hips started to pulse up to meet his
mouth. Her body told him what to do and he followed unspoken orders. He held
her legs flush and traced the hard knot of her clit with his tongue tip. “Stay
still, Kimber.” He smiled in the dark.

“I can’t, Charlie,” she confessed.

Charlie latched onto her and sucked
her in before resuming a steady, teasing lap with his tongue. Finally she gave
in, capitulated to his torture and Kimber shook under him, coming hard and
pulling at his hair with her hands. It stung, but in the best possible way.
“Come, come, come up here!” she said and Charlie chuckled.

She pulled at him until he balanced
over her, studying her face. “I’m safe. I’m on the pill. Clean bill of health
for me. And you?” she said, nodding. She believed he was, this was a formality.

“I am. I’m clean as a whistle. Are
you…are you sure about this though?”

She tugged him firmly between her
legs. "I'm sure." When the head of his cock slipped along the
slippery opening of her pussy, he groaned, slipping in without another thought.

Charlie’s hands moved over her with
their own agenda to touch every square inch of her. Her small, sexy noises
tugged at his cock and his soul. Her lips roamed his skin and he said her name
softly in the dark.

Kimber reached up to touch his face
and the touch pushed him just a bit too far. “I’ll be softer next time. I’ll be
easier,” he promised and then caught her wrists up in his hand and pinned them
high above her head. The motion jutted her breasts up to him and Charlie bent
his head to nibble each pink tip until he felt the reflexive tightening in her
pussy. The tight wet flesh bunched up around him and Charlie was in Heaven.

“I don't need softer, I don't need
easier. It’s good. It’s so, so good,” she laughed but her eyes were serious and
her jaw was set. “Right there, Charlie. You are right there in the most perfect
place. The sweet spo—”

Charlie thrust hard and felt her
break. Felt the orgasm overtake her in a undulating rhythm of pleasure and her
release dragged him swiftly into his own. She cried out, tossed her head and he
pressed his lips to her pulse so he could feel her heart beating as he came, a
staggering force that slammed through him and he heard himself say it again. The
tenderness in that one word scared him a little. It made no sense, but it
really didn’t matter. His ears only reported what they heard and the tone it
was uttered in. His voice sounded drunk with something more elevated than lust.

The word fell in the silent room
accented by her breathing. “Kimber.”

Chapter 5

Wow. Had they just done that? Had she
really just come sort of unglued and a little anxiety riddled in his house and
then fallen into his bed without preamble? Was she still dreaming?