Charlotte stopped trying to study Bruce, the skill of his tongue overwhelming her with pleasure. She moaned and whimpered, hands grasping at whatever they could find as her pleasure grew and grew. She was grinding her catch against his face now, covering him in her juices and all but riding his mouth.
The pleasure he was creating within her began to bubble over, taking on a tinge of pain as it climbed higher and higher. Suddenly it was like a dam burst inside her, sensation flowed through every inch of her being, inside and outside.
She lost control of all movement, could feel her hands grabbing tightly at Bruce’s hair and the quilt, her hips thrusting against his face and her thighs clamped around his head as incredible pleasure rushed through her limbs, making her toes clench and a wordless cry burst from her mouth.
Her eyes were wide and glazed, seeing nothing but a great white haze as her climax flowed through her. Bruce kept licking her, sucking at her clit and flicking it with his tongue, drawing wave after wave of pleasure from her. Finally a cry broke through her lips, a continuous moan of pleasure that almost became a sob as Bruce kept sparking off new pleasure.
“Enough, enough!” she cried out when it became too much.
Bruce sat back on his heels and grinned down at her, her juices all over his cheeks and chin. With a soft laugh he wiped them from his face and slowly lay beside Charlotte, kissing her and holding her as she continued to twitch from little shocks of pleasure that continued to roll through her body, each one bringing a low moan from her throat. She lay there panting, her fingers gently stroking the arm that Bruce wrapped around her waist.
Finally she caught her breath again and the pleasure receded although her arousal remained. She may have experienced incredible pleasure already but she wasn’t done or satisfied fully. She turned her head to look at Bruce who was watching her with a smug smile on his face.
“That was incredible,” Charlotte said quietly “But it wasn’t quite what I asked for now was it?”
“All in good time love,” Bruce said quietly, slowly moving to lie on top of her.
Charlotte’s legs spread, allowing his hips to nestle against hers and she could feel the hard ridge of his member against her. She reached down and moved it away from her stomach, down between them to rest against the hot wet lips of her catch. Bruce groaned, dropping his head onto the pillow beside her head and gave a small thrust. The head of his member rubbed against her lips, teasing but not penetrating.
She moaned and Bruce gave a low laugh, repeating the action with a little more pressure. Charlotte wrapped her arms around his shoulders, hands clasping at his shoulder blades, nails digging in slightly. He kept up the motion, each thrust pushing him a little further inside.
Charlotte couldn’t believe how aroused she was again already, the slow tease more sensual and sexy than she could ever have imagined. She spread her legs wider, making Bruce’s actions easier and suddenly she felt the hot head of his member slide into her properly. She moaned and dug her nails in as he slowly, teasingly slid inside the hot passage of her catch.
He groaned in her ear and stilled, desperately holding on to his control for several long moments until he began to slowly withdraw. Just as she thought he was about to pull out completely he began to slide back in. Bruce continued this teasing action for a long time, grinning as Charlotte whined for more, more speed, more strength, more thrusting, just anything more.
She was almost overcome at the slide of him, feeling his thick width stretching her to the point of pain that slowly eased giving way to intense pleasure. Her legs went limp, laying spread either side of his hips and it was all she could do to hold on to his shoulders.
Suddenly, without warning, he slammed into her, making her entire body tighten and clenched around him. She cried out again and again as he kept thrusting into her, gaining speed and strength until he was pounding her, driving his member deep inside her and making the pleasure ripple out from her catch until she was shaking with the overwhelming arousal he was creating.
The sound of flesh pounding against flesh filled the room, Bruce and Charlotte both crying out as their pleasure overwhelmed them and they reached their climax. Bruce collapsed panting on top of Charlotte who was also gasping for breath.
***
“DO YOU always make love like that?” Charlotte asked eventually.
“Only for very special ladies,” Bruce said with a soft smile.
He kissed her gently and pulled her closer to him. They had been lying wrapped around each other for long minutes, each basking in the extreme pleasure they had experienced and slowly coming down from the erotic high. Bruce kissed Charlotte harder, his hand twisting into her hair as he plundered her mouth. Finally he drew back and kissed her forehead.
“I don’t know what it is about you but I just want you again.” He whispered against her lips.
“Give me a little while to recover,” Charlotte said with a giggle “You’ve all but worn me out.”
“Alright love, you let me know when you want me again,” Bruce said with a grin, laying back with his hands behind his head.
“I think I might want you all the time,” Charlotte said, her voice soft and serious. She propped herself up on her elbows, looking down at Bruce’s handsome face. “Until now it didn’t feel real, it was like I was just saying the words that I thought I should say. Now though I can see us together, properly, as a couple, kids, house, and the works. Isn’t that weird?”
“Nah Bernie,” Bruce reassured her, stroking her face gently “It means you’re human and want what everyone wants.”
Charlotte smiled and leaned down for a kiss. The bedroom door slammed open and she pulled away to see an angry woman stood in the doorway, glaring at them both.
“What the hell is this Graham?!” she cried. “I go back to New Zealand to look after my mum and I hear you’re going around with some other woman and calling yourself something else. Now I come home and find you in bed with her!”
“I can explain Jennie,” Bruce said, climbing out of bed.
“Bruce, what the hell is going on?” Charlotte asked in confusion, wrapping the sheet around her chest. Bruce looked at her, heartbroken.
“This is Jennie,” he said quietly. He wouldn’t meet her eye. “She’s my wife.”