“Then I’ll give you permission to come. When I do, you can decide if you want to come immediately or if you want me to edge you some more. You get to decide how you come—inside me, my mouth, on my body… just tell me. It’s really important that you use your words, Charlie. I need to know whatyouwant.”
Those words settled something inside me that I didn’t even know was there until it wasn’t—changing how I felt completely. “Thank you, Princess. You have no idea what you’re giving me.”
“I’m giving you your power back, Charlie. I’m giving you something that should have never been taken.”
Fern straddled my chest, facing away from me, pouring more lube into her hands, rubbing them together before wrapping them both around my shaft.
“Ready?”
My arm fell over my face as my heart hammered in my chest with anticipation. “Ready.”
And with that, Fern’s hands corkscrewed over my lubed cock, sliding up and down slowly. Her top hand rubbed over my head, her thumb dragging over my slit, while the other one worked the base, her fingers dancing across my balls every now and then. Her hands were magic, creating so many different sensations that my brain didn’t know what to focus on first, so when her mouth replaced them and I hit the back of her throat without warning, my body tensed, my orgasm demanding to be released.
“Gonna come,” I cried.
She stopped, squeezing my shaft hard, forcing me back from falling over the edge.
My hands fisted the sheets, my body arching, my cock dripping as my release burned close by, thumping at my pulse points and in my ears, reminding me how easy it would be to let it take over.
I grunted as Fern made a tight tunnel with her hand and pushed it down over my head, while her other one drifted to my taint, massaging slowly as she worked my cock hard and fast. My hips bucked, fucking her hand as my skin tingled with pleasure.
“Breathe, Charlie,” she whispered. “Relax, I’ve got you.”
Sex had always been about the outcome. I fucked to come, but this felt different. Avoiding the release gave me so muchmore pleasure. Instead of an angry desire that demanded to be satisfied, my body hummed. The hammering pulse in my ears transformed into a melody, her touch introducing me to new sensations that I was sure I could happily surrender to.
I lost count of how many times she edged me, stopping at the perfect moment each time, until eventually, I felt like I was floating on warm waves, surrounded, supported, safe.
“Charlie, you can come whenever you want. Tell me what you want.”
Her words punctuated my high as if she was lassoing me so I wouldn’t float too far away, but I couldn’t reply. My body too stimulated to form words.
“I’m going to put my lips on your cock,” she said for me as if she could sense that any decision was too much.
I was met with the warmth of her mouth, her tongue skimming over my head. The vibration of her groan was the final straw.
My orgasm started in the tips of my toes and, like a run of dominoes toppling, it cascaded through my body, touching every nerve. When it reached its peak, it exploded, sending shots of white light ricocheting through me. I couldn’t hear, couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe. All I could do was feel and my release demanded that it invade every dark nook and cranny of my body until I shook uncontrollably.
I didn’t know my cock had fallen from Fern’s lips or that she’d even moved until I felt her press light kisses to my lips, whispering words of praise and encouragement that made me feel warm in a way I didn’t understand as I drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 20
Charlie
I woke, still in our blanket fort, as the sun was coming up to find Fern’s naked body wrapped around me. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, I pushed her hair back from her peaceful face. The bruise still darkened the skin around her eye, but other than that there was no sign of what that fucker had done to her and I made myself a silent promise that I would do whatever I could to keep her safe.
Other than Fox and Archer, I’d never really cared about anyone before, but it felt nice to have someone else important in my life, even though the thought of what that meant freaked me out.
“I can hear you thinking, Myth Maker. It’s too early. Sleep.”
“Can’t.” I nuzzled my face into her neck, loving how she smelled of me.
“What you thinking about?” she asked, yawning.
“You.”
She opened one eye, groaning. “Did you not hear me tell you it was too early?”
“Last night was amazing.” I dusted my finger over her nipple, watching as it hardened from my touch.