Chapter 2

Charlie

It was a date I would never forget, a moment forever etched in my memory.

Amidst the beautiful surroundings, it was he who truly captivated me.

The sun was warm, and a gentle breeze rustled the trees, casting playful shadows on the picnic blanket where we lazily lounged. The scent of wildflowers filled the air, almost as intoxicating as his presence next to me. Nestled against his chest, I felt an overwhelming sense of contentment. His fingers traced delicate patterns on my arm, sending delightful tingles throughout my body.

Lost in the moment, I sighed, my bliss enhanced by the wine and the mesmerizing dance of sunbeams through the leaves.

"What's on your mind? Something naughty?" he teased, a playful chuckle escaping his lips.

Grinning mischievously, I turned my head to meet his deep brown eyes and fixated on his beautiful lips peeking out from his beard. Each time I saw him, an irresistible urge to kiss him overwhelmed me, and I couldn't resist.

"If you keep biting your lip like that, I might have to take a bite, too," he playfully warned.

A whispered reply tinged with longing escaped my lips, "Promises, promises."

Oh, how I yearned for him to fulfill that promise.

He drew me closer, wrapping his arms around me, and our lips met in a tender, passionate kiss that started slowly but quickly deepened. My heart raced, and a soft moan escaped my lips before I could stop it.

"You have no idea how much you turn me on," he confessed between kisses, his desire evident as he pulled me onto his lap.

My legs involuntarily straddled his waist, and I could feel his arousal pressing against me through my sundress and damp underwear.

"Well, what should we do about that?" I teased, a smirk gracing my lips.

Laughter filled the air as he rolled us over, playfully pinning me beneath his chest.

His lips trailed along my neck, and his fingers skillfully undid the buttons of my dress, slowly making their way down. With my bra pulled down, his mouth found my nipple, drawing it into his mouth and eliciting a gasp of pleasure. He reveled in the pleasure he could bring, enjoying the effect he had on me.

His hand slipped under my dress, and all worries faded away as desire consumed me. My panties were swiftly pushed aside, his fingertips expertly teasing me while his thumb circled my sensitive clit. Every stroke sent tremors through my body, and I bit my lip in a futile attempt to stifle my moans of pleasure, fearing they would end this magical moment. As my breath quickened, his movements became faster, and my hips instinctively moved in rhythm with his touch.

I longed for his fingers to delve deeper, to fill the ache within me.

But he continued to tease, only allowing the tips of his fingers to penetrate me, provoking a quiet groan of frustration and pleasure. Chuckling to himself, he savored every sound and sensation, knowing the consequences of my teasing.

Then, without warning, his fingers thrust deep inside me, and I couldn't suppress a low moan. But instead of stopping, he increased the speed, precisely targeting my G-spot.

"Don't forget, you have to be quiet," he whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. My orgasm built rapidly as his lips trailed lower, igniting a fiery desire within me.

"You better not come already," he playfully warned, leaving me whimpering in response.

Removing his fingers, I began to whine and pout, but before I could say a word, his lips claimed mine again, erasing any disappointment. He moved forward, crawling up my trembling body, his beard brushing against my skin as he approached my face.

"I hope you weren't too loud for anyone to hear," he said mischievously. I shot him a withering glare.

"You don't play fair," I pouted. He kissed me, and the taste of myself on his tongue erased any lingering frustration. His whiskers tickled my chin, adding to the electrifying sensations coursing through me.

"Never," he whispered before capturing my lips again.

"I love the sounds you make. They drive me wild, and you taste so sweet, like honey." The undeniable evidence of his arousal pressed against me, and I raised an eyebrow, silently questioning him.

"Don't give me that look. You started this," he chuckled, his lips finding my neck once more, melting away any lingering irritation.

"We should make sure no one heard us before we continue," I stammered as his hands continued their sensual exploration of my body.

"Do you see anyone around here?" he mockingly replied.

"Please, just take a quick look. Make sure no one is coming," I pleaded.

"Alright, give me a few minutes, and I can think of someone who will be coming," he teased, laughter in his voice.

As he propped himself up on his knees, I couldn't resist pulling him down on top of me again, our laughter blending with desire. My fingers traced a trail up his back, wrapping my legs around his waist. Gently, my touch glided along his chest and down his body, reaching the button of his jeans. His hand found mine, and together we removed his pants, bringing him to the brink of nakedness. The anticipation was palpable as he entered me, and a wave of ecstasy washed over me.

"You're so wet. You feel amazing, baby," he half-whispered, his ear tantalizingly close to my lips.

Nibbling on his earlobe, I reveled in the pleasurable vibrations that coursed through his body.

A groan of pleasure escaped his lips as he tightened his grip on my waist and rolled us over, placing me on top. In one smooth motion, he lifted my dress, baring my body.

Checking quickly to ensure our privacy in the secluded woods, I decided the chances of interruption were slim.

His hand trailed up my neck, tangling in my hair, and he pulled me down for a kiss. Simultaneously, his hands deftly unclasped my bra, leaving me completely naked.

My hips began to grind against his, the friction sending a surge of pleasure through me.

Sensing my desire, he held me close against his chest, his lips hungrily claiming mine. Our tongues danced in a passionate embrace, while his hands explored my bare back and curves.

A chorus of moans escaped my mouth as he intensified his thrusts, and the rhythmic motion revealed the captivating view of my breasts bouncing with each skilled movement. With purpose, he maneuvered us back, securing me beneath his strong chest.

He sat up, and my legs instinctively wrapped higher around his hips, allowing him to penetrate deeper. His left hand traced the length of my leg, sending shivers of anticipation. Meanwhile, his right hand cupped my breast, expertly teasing my nipple as his thrusts quickened. I found myself panting, teetering on the edge of release. He lowered himself onto his elbows, his teeth sinking into my tender nipple, and that was all it took to push me over the edge.

My body clenched around him as the orgasm tore through me, causing my moans to transform into screams of pleasure.

"Turn over. I want to make love to you as you deserve," he commanded, his voice filled with desire.

Still breathless, I quickly complied, positioning myself on all fours. He playfully spanked my ass before plunging back inside me.

"Yes, yes, please don't stop!" The pleasure built once again, intensifying to an almost unbearable level.

His hand gripped a fistful of my hair, forcing my back to arch until my spine pressed against his chest. His other hand wrapped around my throat, asserting his dominance and pushing me to the brink of ecstasy. With each powerful thrust, sensations coursed through me, and I knew he was nearing his own climax. My body clenched tightly around him, and I could feel his arm wrap around my stomach, holding me close as he found release deep inside me.

"I love you," he whispered, his lips brushing against my shoulder.

I clung to his arms, desperate to prolong the connection, to keep him close.

But I knew what was coming. It was the same thing that happened every time we shared one of our perfect, intimate encounters.

I couldn't bear the thought of it ending, of losing the warmth of his body pressed against mine, the feeling of his skin against my own.

And then, it came—the sound that always shattered the magic... my alarm.