Babes Stripping For Love

“Why are you here?” Charlotte finally had the words put together and asked him.

“What do you mean? This is my home, people always come home after days of working.” He replied, raising an eyebrow while his mind was thinking that maybe going into the privacy of her bedroom was a mistake, even though they had been intimate just a couple of days ago.

“Right, work, the work where you attend galas with models attached to your arm?” Charlotte questioned him, her jealousy was almost too cute that he wanted to smile widely. But he obviously didn’t as he kept his expression schooled instead.

“You’re watching me?” He sat up straighter on the bed, intrigued.

“What? No, that’s absurd,” she said sounding offended and a little bit nervous. “I… I watched the news, it covered some gala then I saw you with… a woman,” she shrugged, trying to appear careless. Yet, she miserably failed.

“The woman was my dad’s doing,” he said, then held out his hand for her. She was reluctant but couldn’t make herself resist him. Her hand was on his and he sat on the bed, by his side. Though she looked a bit uncomfortable, he was content with it. For a moment.

“I was about to go home when dad called and told me to attend the gala. Telling me that it was a family duty and more, then he set me up with a date, telling me that it was for exposure. Sometimes I don’t follow his thinking, but I just wanted to get it over with. I wanted to go home, to you.” He paused to kiss her temple, then smiled when he felt her sighing in contentment. “We met there and parted there too. She’s a lovely lady, but Charlotte, she’s not you.”

Her cheeks pinked when he said the words, and his insides warm when he visibly sees her body relaxes. “Come here,” he scooted to the other side of the bed, and she joined him. He managed to position her to straddle him and lower her down to kiss him.

“God, I miss you.” His words poured with his kisses and she kissed him back. Timidly at first, but then within moments, things were heating up and she returned his kisses with more vigor. Her moans were getting sexier and he was getting harder by the second.

He winced and hissed when her hand accidentally pressed on his wounded side. It had been morning since he took his painkiller. He had forgotten about it until her hand was on his side, and his stomach throbbed with pain-stabbing feelings.

“What’s the matter?” She asked and instinctively peeked under his sleep shirt and gasped when she found his abdomen was bandaged. “Seamus? What happened?” She pulled up his shirt and threw it on the floor recklessly, her eyes were too busy scanning his bandage trying to figure out how he had injured himself.

“Well, I got hurt in New York while throwing out the trash. But it’s all good now, you’re safe,” Seamus trailed his fingers to her chin and he could see that she slightly trembled from his touch.

“Throwing the trash? Is that some code? Of course, I’m safe, I’m staying at yours. Seamus, tell me, I’m a big girl, I can handle it.” She blurted out, while her mind was thinking of all the possibilities. And the only thing she knew that was in New York about her, was the ballet house. And… oh, hell no…

“Seamus, tell me you didn’t do anything to Yanis.”

“Why wouldn’t you want me to do anything to him? Do you have feelings for him?” Jealousy invaded his thought and it was not a good feeling.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“Did you kill him? He hurt you didn’t he? Is that why you killed him?”

A lie should’ve been an easy way out for him. But he had no idea why the man couldn’t lie to her when he finally told her the truth. “He did hurt me. He did lose his life, and I am glad that the scumbag will not hurt any more girls.”

“Anymore? He’s doing it again?”

“He was. A girl was with him. She’s safe now and we’ve destroyed every piece of evidence.”

“Evidence?” Her voice was small and sounded stressed. Seamus didn’t like it, he was glad that Yanis was dead.

“Homemade movies,” he uttered, then continue, “yes, yours included and I made sure I destroyed yours myself,” by that time Charlotte was trembling and sobbing.

He was holding her tight in his arms. Seamus couldn’t care less about the hurt he was feeling from his abdomen. He kept his hold on her and she kept on straddling him, her arms tightly circling his shoulder as she leaned in into the crook of his neck and let her tears fall.

Seamus rubbed her backside, slithering his hand under her loose t-shirt and feeling her cold skin. He kept on moving his hand up and down her back, while his other hand hold her waist possessively. “It’s okay. You’re okay now. I told you, I’ll take care of you.” His hand move to cup her finely define jaw and he told her to stop crying.

“I hated Yanis, I’m glad that he’s gone. T-Thank you.” She said, looking straight into his eyes. She stuttered in the end when he slip his thumb past through her trembling lips.

“Do you want me to help you forget? Make you stop crying? I don’t think you should cry for him, I don’t want you to feel bad that he’s gone.”

“I’m not, my tears are not for him. I… I’m glad that he’s dead and it’s all over. I just, I couldn’t believe anyone would do it for me.”

“Charlotte, you will come to know in the future, that there’s maybe not much that I won’t do for you.”

“But why?”

“Because you’re you? Because I like you?”

He kissed her and she let him, she was opening up for him and let him deepen their kiss. His hand was on her neck, greedily holding her to devour and get drunk on their kiss. His other hand was on her hip sensually moving her to grind his crotch.

Charlotte moaned when she felt his erection rubbing through his pajama pants and her flimsy shorts, she could feel her panties soaked already. Her nipples were aching for attention and she pushed herself toward him.

“Seamus,” she broke away from their kiss, pulled back to see his face then moved her hands to the end of her t-shirt, and without hesitation, she took it off, “make me forget, please…”

The man groaned and wrapped her naked back before he flipped her to gently lay her on her back. Their lips latched onto one another as he stripped the last of their clothing and she parted her thighs easily, making room for him without a second thought.

“You’re too beautiful, Charlotte,” he said kissing her ear, down to her slender neck and shoulder. She arched her back when he played with her nipples, he sucked, licked, and pinched while she begged, and writhed under him.

Her legs were propped on his shoulders locking her in place while he ate her out. She squirmed, her fingers fisted the sheets, and she was screaming his name when she climaxed and he licked her clean. But he was not done with her when he got on top of her and kissed her. Seamus was making her taste herself and Charlotte moans letting his tongue sensually dance with hers.

His cock was aligned to her wet pussy, and he was stroking his length with her wetness. The man grunted while he kept on kissing her, cradling her neck, controlling her movement while he move his hips, letting the friction between their legs make him high on lust.

“Seamus, please, I want you, inside me…”

“No, my beautiful ballerina, not tonight,”

She whimpered and squirmed under him when he propped his elbow beside her head. His other hand holds his thick cock and shifts it to tease her clit, up and down, then hard, then sensually slow, driving her crazy with the tip of his cock while he was breathing heavily near her ear. The combination was too fucking sexy that she was panting, and her hand was holding onto his biceps while her hips were shamelessly thrusting upwards.

He chuckled and told her to be patient. “I’ll take you there, baby, I’ll always take care of you.” His eyes found hers and the back of her eyes suddenly went hot from his words. Because she knows now, that he meant it. Her vision was suddenly blurry when he kissed her and told her that he’d be there for her, that he’d kissed her tears away. And when she shed them, he did as he said before, he kissed her tears away, all while taking her legs to wrap them around his waist.

“No more sadness, you’re too beautiful for sorrow. I’ll fuck it out of you. My cock will please you, and make you forget.” He whispered, licking and sucking her neck, hard, then he bit her earlobe, gently tugging it before he whispered that she’d be too tired from her climax to be sad, and she’d be sticky with cum to worry about anything else.

The profanities should deter her from being aroused, but strangely it was doing what he was suggesting. Charlotte was already seeking her high again, she was a whimpering mess when she begged for her release.

But no matter how hard she begged he didn’t fuck her. No. He did not. He was savoring her like a true delicacy. He told her that he wanted to wait because he knew that he needed to wait.

With his kind of appetite, it wouldn’t be long until she was ravished and thoroughly fucked into the bed. Because there was nothing more that he wanted aside from binding her in leather cuffs, and making her scream his name while he takes her apart and put her together again.

Seamus will wait. He will wait, knowing the reward will be great. After all, she’s Charlotte. She’s basically a virgin and he needed to go slow. Really slow.

That night after more desperate pleas, she came hard and he followed by smearing his cum all over her belly. The sight was so lovely that he kissed her nice and slow until she fell asleep from pleasure alone.