Pitbabes2, Chapter 4 pg8

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    “It doesn’t hurt, I’m fine,” I quickly say, knowing this guy must be freaking out over that sound. One of the challenges of especially rough sex (for the two of us) is that Charlie is always too worried about hurting me. He sees me as some fragile little human, no matter how much I bulk up at the gym.

   “Driving me crazy,” the nervous guy grumbles irritably, so I pull him in for a kiss to distract him and calm his worries about me. Though this is more intense than usual, it’s the kind of normal I asked for. He’s the one who needs to let go a bit. “Mmm…”

   Looks like my kiss worked. I hear a soft hum from Charlie’s throat as he tries to undress me, our lips still locked, pressing and sucking. My pants—both outer and inner—hit the floor in a flash. The glasses-wearing guy suddenly breaks the kiss, leaving my mouth a mess, but he doesn’t care. His lips start roaming my body: jaw, neck, chest under the shirt he’s yanked up, down to my stomach. And it’s not just lips or tongue like usual—this time, the pup’s got an itch to bite. He nips everywhere, stinging enough to make me flinch in spots, but if I told him to stop, I’d be the world’s biggest idiot.

   “Drawing blood with those bites?” I tease as the crazy dog busies himself with my bare lower half.

   “Nah,” Charlie replies flatly, planting a kiss on my hip where he just chomped down hard. “Just messing around.”

   “Messing around kinda rough.”

   “Too gentle, you complain. Too rough, you complain.”

   “Yeah, picky, huh?”

   “Yeah, shut up.”

   Trust me, tomorrow this smart-mouthed kid will apologize for his attitude, but right now, since he’s indulging me, Charlie’s willing to bend his beliefs and habits to please me. I love how kind and sweet he is to me, but because he’s so gentle, sometimes I crave the aggression he doesn’t have. I like that he always treats me with respect, but sometimes I don’t want that. I want him to be mean to me. He doesn’t need to touch me with love—sometimes raw desire is enough to satisfy my instincts.

   “Bathroom?” Charlie asks his usual, unavoidable question, no matter the situation.

   “Not necessary,” I reply, as I almost always do. I’m always physically ready for this stuff, knowing my own endless desires too well. “Bed?”

   “Not necessary.”

   I lose count of how many times I’ve admired Charlie tonight. This must be one of the perks of having a smart boyfriend—he understands, adapts, and learns fast. Charlie knows what I want. His brain processes it in a split second, and his body follows through like it’s second nature. With him, I have nothing to worry about.

   One foot’s on the floor, the other leg wrapped around his slim waist. Charlie’s strong enough to handle my body in any position, but this time he’s putting in more force than usual. My body trembles from both the sensations he’s giving me and the actual impact. The door rattles loudly the whole time, getting noisier, but we don’t need to care about anyone else—there’s only the two of us here. Good call bringing Charlie home. If we’d stayed at Phii Alan’s place, tonight would’ve been a real pain.

   “Baby,” Charlie whispers huskily in my ear, while other parts of him keep going, fierce enough to throw my breathing off rhythm several times.

   “Uh… mm.”

   “Want me to show off for you?”

   “Right now?” My heart was racing faster because, in my head, I didn’t think Charlie could do much more than this. “What… what are you going to do?”

   “Close your eyes.”

   “Are you about to do something weird or what?”

   “It’s kinda weird, yeah.”

   “Okay,” I said, shutting my eyes immediately. I heard Charlie’s soft chuckle. He probably knew what my question implied. I wasn’t exactly scared of him doing something strange in a moment like this—normal stuff would be scarier. That wouldn’t be any fun.

   “Breathe in deeply,” he whispered. I obeyed without hesitation. Then I felt a warm palm slide over my eyes, covering them. “Don’t think about anything.”

   Charlie’s actions felt like he was about to perform some kind of magic trick. I was confused, thrilled, and practically going crazy with excitement. My body was so stimulated that my head was spinning. But just a few seconds later, Charlie showed me what his “weird thing” was all about.

   His palm slowly slid away, and our bedroom transformed into one belonging to who-knows-who. It was like an Italian villa, the kind I’d often shown Charlie in travel videos, saying we should visit together someday.

   It would be amazing to leave everything behind and set off for an unfamiliar place. We’d relax, soak in nature, rent a rustic villa in the Italian countryside, stroll through local neighborhoods, feel the breeze by the lake, and wear light, flowing cotton clothes. We’d bike around the town until we were exhausted and come back to have romantic sex at the house. That was the plan I’d envisioned.

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