It’s gotten to be a game. How quietly can they tease one another? Who can pull the most noise from the other? Moments alone are filled with butterfly kisses and fingers tracing forbidden places.
Tonight, Charlie is winning. He’s behind her, holding her, trailing kisses down her neck before giving her a playful nip. The arch of her back is a subconscious response, and he takes advantage by trailing his fingers along her thighs.
She feels her sensitivity heighten. His tongue. Him sucking on her now. Fingers creeping closer. She feels herself getting wetter. She feels him pressed to her. He won’t let up until she signals her defeat.
The temptation is strong. Let them become one. Let him finally break down the barrier between them. Let them both cave into one another’s desire.
Let him fuck her until words have no meaning and all she knows is begging for more.
Instead, she leans back and whispers, “That’s enough, darling.” He pulls back his touches and gives her a final kiss on the neck before simply holding her to him, eyes closed. Her head clears.
Things are fine as they are.
