Page 10 of Tides and Tidings

“They’re all yours to play with.” Between his licking and pinching, I couldn’t help but pick up the pace with my rubbing. I felt the familiar feeling start to build up in my lower stomach. I was about to come unwound.

“Come for me, baby. Show me what you can do for yourself.”

That was all it took for me to come undone. “Charlie!” I yelled, waves of pleasure rippling through me.

“I need to be inside you.”

“Do your worst,” I challenged.

Charlie braced his elbows on both sides of my head and slowly glided himself into me. “You’re so tight,” he grunted as I stretched around him.

One thing I love about Charlie is that he never treated me like I was fragile and going to break. From the first night we ever had sex, he flings me around like there’s no tomorrow and it drives me wild.

Charlie slid in and out of me effortlessly, hitting my sweet spot with every thrust. Our foreheads were touching, and his eyes were dark and hungry.

“That feels so good,” was all I could muster.

“You feel so fucking good.” Charlie’s thrusts got faster and I could feel another orgasm blooming. “Don’t come yet.”

In one smooth motion, Charlie lifted me and placed me on the couch. “My knees couldn’t handle being on the wood floors. Now I can fuck you from behind.” My favorite.

I switched positions and folded my arms under my head while sticking my ass up in the air, aligning myself with his cock. “Put it in me. Now.”

“You’re so demanding.” He placed a kiss at the base of my spine before squeezing my ass. “This is so perfect.” He slid himself back inside of my wet slit. He moved quickly and deeply, driving me crazy. Charlie put one hand around the base of my neck while the other reached around to my clit.

“I’m close…” I trailed off as all of my erogenous zones were being tantalized.

“Do you want to come together?”

I nodded furiously, practically begging, “Yes.”

With the green light, Charlie picked up his pace. Two deep pumps were all it took to finish each other off—collapsing into a pile of sweaty bodies on the couch.

“I can’t wait to ravage you again and again this weekend.”

Charlie

After our spontaneous kitchen lovemaking, all Blythe was worried about was finishing dinner. I reassured her that I would take care of it and that she could shower. Was getting her to go shower somewhat of a ploy to be able to pack a suitcase? Sure was.

I’m still surprised that I’ve been able to keep my big mouth shut with my plans for her this weekend. Tomorrow morning, we were heading to Savannah for a day of sightseeing, and then we had a romantic dinner at a Michelin-starred Italian restaurant, capped off with some wine, before staying at the nicest waterfront hotel. I still hadn’t figured out if I would tell Blythe where we were going or just let her guess for the entirety of the hour car ride.

I fried the chicken and finished preparing the sides, but the shower still wasn’t on. Blythe had to find just the right playlist before she went into the shower for her “concert.” Some days she knew what she wanted to listen to when going into the shower. Other days she spent a half hour deciding between two Taylor Swift albums. Tonight was the latter. The water turned on and I waited until the playlist started to make my way to the bedroom. When the music started, I knew I had around twenty-five minutes to pack everything.

I had sneakily grabbed a suitcase from the closet the other day when Blythe took Wren to school so she wouldn’t suspect anything. When I say I thought of everything, I thought of everything. This was going to be the best weekend of Blythe’s life.

I quietly made my way into our bedroom and started packing all of Blythe’s favorite articles of clothing. We would only be away for one night, so I didn’t need to bring much. Her favorite light sweater, jeans, most comfortable pajamas, shorts, and favorite T-shirt were put into the suitcase.

While folding the last of my clothes, I realized one flaw in my plan not to tell her where we were going—her toiletries. I was going to have to fill her in on the fact that we were going to be away for the night so she could pack her shit. Only one small hiccup in the plan—I could deal with that.

“I miss Wren. Maybe we should get her from your parents tomorrow.” Blythe offered up as we ate our late dinner at the counter we had sex on.

“No.” I realized that it came out too quickly and needed to backtrack quickly. “My parents were excited to spend quality time with her this weekend since she’s been in school. You know my mom has been countin’ down the days.”

Blythe nodded slowly, “Yeah, I guess.” She looked around, “The house is just so quiet.”

“Well, aren’t you glad you didn’t know me before I had a kid?” I joked.

She rolled her eyes, “That’s not what I meant, Charles.”