Please God. No. Not again. Her breath hitched as she choked on a sob. The way he looked at her, clearly confused as to how someone who scored an eight fully clothed fell into the negatives when naked, told her everything she needed to know.
She was too late. He already saw them. Closing her eyes, she turned her face away from him. The fear and mortification hit her so hard she could barely breathe. The burning tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Charis?"
She shook her head, kept her face hidden, her head down. Her entire body hurt, consumed by the indignity of her hideous appearance.
He gently touched her shoulder, tried to pull her toward him. She fought it, fought him. "What is it?"
Not able to drag a word past the lump in her throat, she shook her head again.
"Don't tell me you're embarrassed."
Embarrassed. Ashamed. Terrified he'd take one look at her and run in the opposite direction. "Can we turn out the light?"
"No." He tugged at the shirt, pulling her back to him. She stiffened, struggled. "Stop it."
She fought him. "Let me go."
"You have nothing to be ashamed about."
Tears stung her eyes and she squeezed them tighter, begging her emotions to stay in check. With her hands up against his hard chest, she tried to push away. It felt like pushing a wall. "P-Please. Don't."
"Charis? Love, just look at me."
Love? That didn't help. Large tears of shame trailed down her face. Taking a deep breath to prepare her for yet another rejection, she opened her eyes and looked up at him.
His eyes, so full of such compassion and concern, made her breath catch. "Trust me when I tell you this. There is nothing under this shirt that you have anything to be ashamed of."
"B-but, they're so hideous."
He chuckled deep in the back of his throat as he shook his head, his eyes never leaving hers. The pressure squeezing her lungs loosened. "No, they aren't. They are beautiful." He kissed her nose. "You are beautiful."
Slowly, hesitantly, she relaxed. He reached over and covered her breast with his hand. He didn't knead at it, play with the nipple, anything. He simply rested his hand on her flesh. Instead of cupping a breast in his hand, he traced the valley between them and trailed the flat of his hand down to her scars. And then he did the one thing she didn't want him to.
He removed his hand and pulled back.
She held her breath, waiting for the inevitable gasp as he really got a good look at her. She closed her eyes.
But no gasp came. "Open your eyes, baby. Look at me."
Charis did, and fell captive to his gaze. His eyes never left hers as he reached out, hesitated. And then he flattened his hand across her scars. She tensed. When he gently brushed across the road map that used to be her stomach, he finally pulled his gaze away from hers to study her midsection.
"Is this from the explosion?"
It tickled the way David traced the lines of her scars. A series of chills washed across her skin. "They used skin graphs from my torso to cover the damage done to my leg."
Painfully slow and deliberate, he traced the scars on her belly until his fingers reached the curls of her mound, fully exposed. Teasing her, he barely brushed across them before reaching down and touching the scars on her leg. He continued trailing his fingers down her leg, kneeling when he could no longer reach.
"W-what are you doing?"
His fingers lazily ran back up her leg, to the inside of her thigh. "Looking at your scars."
"There aren't a-any scars there," she whispered when his fingers tickled the ends of her coarse hairs.
"Hmm," he answered. "You sure?" Applying a little more pressure, his fingers parted her lips, touching the insides of her folds, running dangerously close to her hungry clit.
"I may be mistaken."
"Maybe I should take a closer look."
Her juices let loose when she felt his breath, hot against her folds. As he parted her lips, fully opening her up to him, she trembled. Having never had anyone so much as kiss her nether lips, she had no idea what to expect. When his tongue darted out, flicking her sensitive little pea of nerves, she cried and reached behind her for the chair just as her knees gave out.
She missed.
Apparently they were further away from the chair than she thought. Without any strength in her legs, he caught her and lowered her to the floor, the entire time never breaking contact. His mouth covered her clit, pulling it in, sucking on it. It felt so good it almost hurt. Using his tongue, he thrust into her entry, lapping up her juices while at the same time drawing more out of her.
"You taste so good," he murmured against her heated flesh. Moving back to the swollen nubbin, he flicked and licked, teased and tormented. The tension coiled up, tightening in her belly, stiffening her entire body. He inserted a thick finger into her aching channel, pulled out and replaced it with two.
The friction had her right there. Pulling her clit back into his mouth, he gave her a final flick, pushing her over the edge. She came so hard, so intense, she actually saw little black dots in her vision. Reaching for anything to hold on to and finding nothing but carpet, she reached down and weaved her hands into his hair, holding on, riding her waves as he continued to lick and suck.
She bucked against him, unable to control her spasming muscles as her orgasm had her screaming. And he just kept flicking her clit, pulling wave after wave, her coil breaking over and over until she could no longer breathe. He raked his teeth over her swollen nerves, and she cried out his name. "David! Oh! David!"
"I love how you say my name," he rasped.
"David!" She needed him to stop, to break this hold of sheer ecstasy he had on her before she passed out. "Please!"
"More?"
"No! I-I can't."
"Oh, love. You have so much more in you. You need to let it come out."
She couldn't. If she came again, she'd stop breathing. "Just. Wait."
He pulled back, looked at her with such hunger in those lustful eyes she wanted to bring him to the same heights. Panting, she easily pushed him down flat, reached back and brushed her hand across his engorged cock. "What happened to wait?"
Pulling his PJs down, his hard-on sprang free. Licking her lips, she eyed the drop of glistening precome at the tip of his head. She'd never tasted a man before, and had never wanted to.
Until now.
Lowering herself to the tip, she flicked her tongue out, lapping up the drip of precome. Hmm. Salty. Wrapping her lips around his head, she circled it with her tongue, sucking in the dribbles as they surfaced. Pulling him deeper into her mouth, she tightened her oral grip and started to move.
A guttural groan escaped from his lips. "Oh, Jesus. I can't stand this, baby. Flip around."
She stopped and pulled back. "What?"
"Flip around. Let me taste you again."
Not sure whether she could handle him tasting her again-she'd barely recovered from her last orgasm driving her close to unconsciousness-she slowly moved around so her knees were right above his shoulders.
"Like this?"
"Oh, yeah. You are wide open to me. Lower your knees. Yeah, like that. Relax. I'm not going to bite you." He chuckled and adjusted. When he kissed her tender flesh, she jerked. "Christ, woman! That means don't bite me, either!"
She didn't realize she'd had her teeth on his thick member. Retracting, she kissed him softly, and then dragged her tongue up the enlarged vein, settling in by pulling him back into her mouth.
Tracing her inner folds surrounding her clit, he drew circles with his tongue, teasing her. When he enclosed his mouth around her once more, she sucked in.
"Holy shit," he moaned.
"Sorry."
"No," he corrected. "Do that again."
She sucked hard. He lifted his hips, thrusting deep into her mouth. "Oh dear God. That feels amazing."
He pulled her back into his mouth, nibbling and flicking, driving her so very close. She moaned against his flesh, and he groaned in response.
"Charis, I need you. Turn around. Let me sink into you."
She thought he'd never ask. Positioning herself directly above his rigid cock, she sank down, lowering herself onto him. His dick pushed through her opening, filling her so completely she threw her head back with a whimper. It felt so good she knew it wouldn't take her much to come again.
"Oh. My. God." He thrust up, grinding, burying himself until their coarse curls touched. Withdrawing, he did it again.
And threw her into another orgasm just as intense as her first. She cried and bucked wildly. When she lost her ability to move at all, her climax taking over her control, he pumped hard, almost pushing her off the floor. As he roared out his release, coming so deep inside her she swore she felt his hot seed spilling, he stiffened. When he lowered back to the floor he shook as hard as she did and fell down along side him.
Her blood felt syrupy. All of her nerve endings tingled in satisfaction. She lay there, not wanting to move, but the way the carpet scratched at her back, she didn't want to stay on the floor.
Glancing two feet to their left, she eyed the bed. Two feet. They didn't even make it two feet to the bed. Instead, they had wild sex on the floor like animals. And she loved every erotic minute of it.
"That bed looks inviting," David stated and rolled to his side, pulling Charis to him. He nuzzled into her neck, kissing and nipping at her flesh. Delicious chills washed down her back.
"Tired?" she asked. How did he do it? He'd left her perfectly sated and yet, with the way he nibbled on her neck and chin had her ready to take him again. Her still swollen folds relaxed, her pussy, still wet from their lovemaking, throbbed for him to enter her again.
"Hungry," he countered. He captured her lips with his, tender and slow. Increasing the pace, he parted her lips with his tongue and tangled with hers until she felt his hardened arousal against her hip. He rocked his pelvis, upping the pressure, and she moved her hips in response.
He pulled back, his lips red from their kissing, his eyes dark and sexy as hell. "If we don't move this to the bed now, we'll never get there."
She couldn't argue with that. Allowing him to pull her to her feet, they wrapped up in each other's arms and fell to the bed, laughing and kissing like lovers.
Chapter 25
David moved slowly, feeling every inch of his throbbing cock as it entered and withdrew, purposefully pulling noises out of Charis that drove him close to the edge. She hummed in the back of her throat, signaling just how close she was to her orgasm. He was already dangerously close.
They'd been making slow and lazy love for close to an hour. The digital alarm clock displayed almost five in the morning. They still had plenty of time to sleep. Later. For now, sleep was the last thing he wanted to do. He pushed his cock deep inside her once more, moving his hips to give her the friction he knew she craved. He already knew her body so well.
"You know," he whispered, nibbling on her lobe. Painfully slow, he moved again. In. Out. In. Out. He was so close, any faster movement than that would make him come, make this sweet rapture over too soon. "I could get used to this."
"Y-you and me b-both," she breathed. "Oh, right there. Oh. Do that again." He pulled a waiting nipple into his mouth, licking and teasing the hard bud until she shuddered. "Keep that up and w-we won't go at the s-same time."
They'd made a pact this time. She wanted them to come at the exact same time. Exact. He was more than happy to oblige. "Are you close?"
"You have no i-idea."
He had a feeling he did. He felt her channel fisting him, squeezing him with spasmodic quivers. "I'm not going to last much longer."
"Me, neither."
He pulled out, paused before inserting back inside, sheathing himself in her moist warmth. The waves of his orgasm started to shake through his body. "Charis..."
"David, I-" Her entire body clenched, milking him, pulling him in tighter. With rapid thrusts he came the instant she did, and they both cried out in ecstasy. He continued to pull cries out of her as he moved, completely lost in her. Hell, yes. He could really get used to this.
He suddenly tensed, and it had nothing to do with their love making. Something didn't feel right. His neck hairs stood up. Someone else was in the room with them. "What the-who the fuck are you?"
Before he knew what was happening, someone huge threw him off Charis and clear across the room. He hit his head against the wall. Hard. She screamed, which sent him into action. Seeing stars, he sprang to his feet, staggered to stay upright, and tried to shake off the orgasm-inducing delirium.
An enormous man stood over his sweet lover, his fists clenched at his sides. David couldn't see anything in the darkness aside from the fact this guy had to be seven feet tall.
His gut clenched, his blood cooled. No one would touch Charis. Without a moment's hesitation he ran toward him to stop him from hurting her. Blind rage turned everything red as he charged.
"Who..." She whimpered, grabbing the sheet to cover her.
With a quick spin, he hit him across the shoulder with the heel of his foot. Jesus Christ, that hurt. He spun and took a step toward David.
"Just what in the fuck do you think you are doing?" The man rasped, clearly pissed as hell.
David answered him by giving him a stiff left hook to the jaw. Holy hell. The man had an iron jaw. As he shook out the pain in his hand, the man staggered back. Taking advantage of his surprise, David then spun and kicked him directly in the midsection. The man let out a whoosh of air.