Page 19 of Tides and Tidings

“Do you still want this to be a quickie?” Charlie asked while lying next to me. His blue eyes were dark with lust. When his eyes go from the beautiful light blue they usually are to the deep sapphire they are now, the sex is going to be incredible. I have many data points to prove this to be true.

I shook my head, “Hell no.”

“Good. I have plans for you.”

I could feel myself getting even wetter as he said that. “What’s your plan?”

A smirk spread across his handsome face. “I guess it’s not a plan...more of a request, I suppose.”

I cocked an eyebrow, unsure of where this was going. All I knew was that I needed Charlie to rip off my clothes and make me his own. I reached for his belt buckle. “Which is?”

He grabbed my wrist, “Not yet, baby,” he purred. “Right now, you’re going to give me a little show. Play with yourself.”

I was very much okay with this plan. “I—uh.”

His smirk grew as he unbuttoned my jeans and took my hand, sliding it down to the spot that was desperate for attention.

“You want just to watch me play?” I confirmed.

“More than anything. Do whatever you would do if I weren’t around.” Charlie stood in front of me as I shimmied out of my jeans.

“Is that a treat for me?” He motioned to my red thong. I left it on because Charlie always went rabid for it. It didn’t matter if I was wearing it under my grandmother’s muumuu or a sundress; if he caught a glimpse of it, we headed straight to the bedroom.

If this man wanted a show, that’s exactly what I would give him. I decided flirting would be the best way to torture him, “It is. I figured it was a special night.”

Charlie bit his bottom lip and reached for his belt buckle.

“What are you doing?”

He stopped at my question, “I was going to handle business while you did.”

I sat up to remove my bra and top, completely exposing myself to him except for the red fabric. “You’ll leave your clothes on until I tell you not to.”

The man could’ve melted into a puddle right then and there. I’m not the bossy type in the bedroom, so I could tell that while it caught him off-guard, the man certainly didn’t mind.

I leaned back against the pillows and spread my legs wide. I ran my fingers over the thin fabric—I was soaked. Genuinely wetter than I have ever been in my life. I need to replenish my liquids after this.

Charlie stared back at me, eyes wide. “You’re sure I can’t join you in the naked club?”

“Did I say you could?”

He shook his head.

“Then I guess you have your answer,” I winked.

I traced the spot where the wetness was. “Do you see how wet I am?”

His eyes traveled up and down my body, taking it all in. “I sure do.”

I teased my clit through the material and felt the electricity course through my veins. I was giving Charlie a show. There wasn’t much more I enjoyed sexually than when he would rub my clit through my panties. I don’t know if it was the extra friction or what, but it drove me crazy in the best way possible.

“My jeans are constricting. Can I take them off?”

I pretended to think about it, but I wanted to see how he would physically respond to what I was doing and was about to do.

“You may join the naked club.”

He nodded before he unbuckled his belt, and his pants fell to the floor. He lifted off his shirt in one swift motion, revealing his chiseled body. You’re not supposed to judge a book by its cover, but Charlie Hannigan is another story.