Page 35 of Only Time Will Tell

Our family absolutely blew me away.

I knew they loved Charlie and me, but what I didn’t realize was how the depth of their love had no boundaries. Mom had gone above and beyond for our wedding and Adrianna... The sister who used to put me in head locks and give me noogies—until I hit puberty and reached six-foot-four in height—had been ordained just so she could marry us. She had no clue how much that meant to us.

When I left for work the next morning, Charlie was still sleeping. I slipped out of bed and got ready then kissed him before I left. Sleepy-eyed he managed a lowly murmured I love you, before dozing back off.

I had a meeting scheduled with the travel agent bright and early and I didn’t want to be late. She’d gathered the information I’d requested for the surprise honeymoon she was helping me put together. I knew he would have loved Tuscany, but it was far too cold this time of year and right now, the desire to be somewhere warm was a must which led to the all-inclusive plan she put together for Bali.

After booking our ten-day excursion, I started working on what I was actually paid to be there for and lost track of time. Charlie’s text chime I’d set for him snapped me out of it.

Charlie: Hey babe, are you coming home soon?

Me: Shit, sorry. Lost track of time. Logging off now.

Charlie: Be careful, love you.

The scene I walked into at home made everything worthwhile. The music was blaring, Charlie was dancing around the kitchen, making dinner and wearing nothing but an apron. It was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever witnessed. I slipped into place behind him, wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed my bulge against that sexy, naked ass.

“You’re finally home, I’ve waited so long.” Ah, the damsel in distress tonight.

“I am. Is all of this,” I pressed harder, “for me?”

Fucking hell. I wanted to bury myself so deep inside that hot, twerking ass of his. We’d both been so busy as of late that by the time we got to bed we fell right to sleep. Mutual orgasms hadn’t happened for a while. Already on edge, if he didn’t stop wiggling against me I’d blow my load too soon.

The more he danced, the closer I got. I unzipped my pants, pulled my cock out and slid it between his legs.

“Oh God,” he panted.

“Hmm, nice and slick. Someone pre-gamed.” I sunk my teeth into his shoulder and he shivered. One hand on his waist, the other slid beneath his apron and around his cock. My thumb smeared the delicious bead he’d expelled around the tip, extracting the most delightful sigh from his beautiful lips.

“Do you want this?” I grunted, sliding back and forth.

“Fuck. Yes,” he moaned.

“Brace yourself.” A quick fuck to take the edge off our blue balls was the perfect appetizer.

I loved how vocal Charlie was. Every sound he made fueled the flame, drove me to make these moments the best I could for him. I never wanted to give him any reason to get bored with me. Nothing was more fulfilling than watching Charlie’s face when he came. Knowing I was the reason for those salacious moans, those words, those filthy requests from my angel made me feel like I’d earned my place in bed beside him.

“Fucking tease,” he complained. “You’re killing me.”

“But in the best way possible.” Fuck, I was ready to come just from listening to him whine.

“Keep your hands braced because this won’t be gentle.”

He white knuckled the edge of the counter as I pushed in to the hilt in a single thrust. He’d prepped himself well and I’d reward my good boy for it with an epic orgasm.

“Fuck!” he grunted when the force of my thrust pinned him against the cabinets.

I pulled him tight against me and away from the cabinets. Once I got a good rhythm going, I shifted seeking that special.

“Yes. Right there.”

Spot.

Charlie braced his arms on the countertop, pushing back and giving me the perfect angle to repeatedly hit it. A couple fast draws across it at an agonizingly slow pace and he’d had enough. “Fuck me like you mean it!”

I sped up. The sounds of our heavy breathing and skin against skin echoed through the kitchen. Jesus, that was enough for me. “Fuck, Charlie, I’m coming.”

“Right… fucking… there…”