Shiver

Her mom told her to be away from the house as she was going to have 'the talk' with her dad. The first place she thought of going was the cabin. She put on her buttoned shirt and short pants and took off half running in her flip flops. It was not even seven in the morning when she knocked on the door. It took awhile until Tommy finally opened the door, shirtless and was still drowsy from being woken up.

His hair was messy, his eyes were barely opened, his thick red lips were plumped from just waking up. He rubbed his face as he opened the door. "Charlie? What are you doing here so early?"

His chest hair was unshaven his six pack was neat and clean. Clearly, he'd been keeping in shape even when he was not working. His boxer hung on his pelvis bones just enough to cover the top of his roots. He was drop dead gorgeous.

She pushed him inside, closed the door behind her. She looped her arms around his neck. In an instant, he knew, she was coming back to him. He pushed her against the door and kissed her hard. She wrapped her legs around his slim waist and ran her fingers through his hair. She tugged and pulled his hair as she kissed him deep into his throat and gently nipped on his lips. They felt each other's breath and breathed in it.

He wanted to engulfed her in one big suction if he could. Instead, he pulled her tight with his arms crossed behind her back. He lifted her up, carried her all the way to the steps toward the bed.He was stronger, she felt him carried her swiftly and easily as if she was weightless. His muscles tightened around her. They were breathless from locking their mouths together like they wanted to eat each other up. "God ... I miss you so much," he said under his breath.

She unbuttoned her shirt and took it off on the way up. He unhooked her bra, buried his face between her breasts as he laid her on the bed. He stretched her arms up, she let out a long sigh. He unzipped her pants and pulled them down along with her lace panties. He remembered a box of condom that was stored in the night stand's drawer, and quickly grabbed one as he took off his boxers in one swift move.

She touched him. He was ready even before she was naked on the bed. She stroked him gently, put on the condom as she did. They locked eyes, he was starving for her. He was drunk in lust, in love and everything in between. He climbed on top of her. He charged her with a strong kiss and she felt him on her stomach. He ran his fingers between her thighs, she too was ready for him.

He kissed her breasts, pulled her nipples the way she always liked it. She let out a soft moan that heightened his desire for her. He was ready for the attack after being away from her for so long. "Sshh ... slow down tiger ... slow down ..." she whispered. "I can't," he said. "Try," she pleaded.

She loved to start slow. He knew that, but he was about to implode. She moved under his belly and lead him the way in. She kept the pace in a slow burning painful ecstasy. "You're killing me, Charlie." She kissed him tenderly as they moved gently in a slow tempo.

He remembered how she felt like. She felt like half of what made him whole. His body yearned for her, it needed her because she made everything felt right. He knew it in his heart, there will never be another one like her. To be one with her was not merely sexual for him, it was a coming home. She had him, between her legs, in her arms, beneath her blushing face, inside her wet kiss. She had him, behind her deep dark stare, through the soft pulls of her fingers, when she called out his name. She's the only one he wanted, she felt it in his every touch, every kiss, as she burst in sexual bliss.

"What happened?" she asked. He took her hand and kissed it, "I was grazed by loose nails ... at the back of the cabin," he had to lie. She ran her fingers through his hair, to his cheek and his ear. He never felt so loved before in his life, so peaceful, then he fell asleep.

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She opened her eyes and realized they had fallen asleep. His eyes were still closed, they were facing each other. She took a moment to analyze the boy who was starting to look like a man. His long lashes rested under his eyes. His slightly crooked nose and his thick red lips. His jawline was becoming more visible, facial hair was starting to grow. In a few years, he will have a full facial hair growth, probably in his thirties.

This was the boy who had captured her heart, not just her eyes. The beautiful broken boy she longed for in her sleepless nights. Who made her feel safe in his arms, who made her feel like he would give her the world if she asked him to. The one she kissed when she kissed another, the one she thought about when she was without him. The one where her world revolved around. The one who had just showed her how badly he wanted her too.

His eyes slowly opened and immediately found hers, he smiled and touched her face with his hand. "I thought I was dreaming," his thumb slid across her lips. "A very hot and wet dream," he added. She giggled in silence. "What are we gonna do now, Charlie?" he asked in a soft voice.

She took his hand and rubbed her cheek against it. "We can stay in bed all day ... and do what we wanted to do for the past six months or so." He laughed, the thought had crossed his mind.

"You know what I mean," he was asking something else. She laid on her back.

"Oooh ... that ..." she let out a long dramatic breath. "Well ... I'll be leaving for college for four years and then ... my dad's gonna marry me off with a jerk ... you'll be a movie star in Goldstone, but we can still have an occasional fuckathon on the side ... as friends, I guess? If you're willing?" she was being sarcastic.

"I would rather die than share you with another man ... I'm serious, Charlie."

She turned and looked at his face, he was serious. "I don't know, Tommy ... you'll be leaving in two weeks ... I'll be all alone ... I'm not good at being alone, you scared me, I was a mess," she admitted.

"Do you want me to stay?" She saw it in his eyes, he would do it if she asked him to.

"And give up your dreams for me? ... No .... I would never asked you something like that," she told him.

"What, then?" he pushed on.

"Can we not talk about this now? I want to roll around the bed with you again, and loose our minds," she rolled over to him and wrapped herself inside his arms.

"Not until you say it ... I want you to say it, Charlie ... are we back together? Are you gonna go home after this and get engaged or whatever ... is this just a one time thing before we both leave?" his mouth was rubbing on her ear.

"It's not a one time thing, we'll be doing this every day for the next two weeks ... three ... four ... five times a day?" she teased him.

"Don't do that, Charlie, I need to know what this is ... I can't bare it if you're going to be kissing other guys and this will not mean a thing."

She turned to look him in the eyes, she touched his face and pulled him closer. "I was kissing you, Tommy ... there never was another guy ... it was always you." She kissed him, he wilted under her thumb.

"That doesn't count, if your lips was touching someone else's ... it doesn't count as you were kissing me," he wasn't accepting that.

She rolled away giggling, "But it's true ... I only want you," she took his hand and put it on her cheek, she stared deep into his eyes. Slowly, she sucked on his index finger and then his middle finger. Her soft tongue was licking his fingers wet, like a lollipop. "I'm all yours, Tommy ... you can do whatever you want with me as you please ... what else do you want me to say?"

He was hard in an instant. She had that power over him and she knew how to play her cards. Whatever question he was asking her was pushed off the bed. She drove him crazy with how sacred and pure she made it feel when they were making love, and then she drove him completely mad with how raw and dirty she can be when they were having sloppy and raunchy hard on sex. He was stupid for her. She'll break him apart, down to the limbs but he didn't care, as long as she comes back and numb his pain, he'd do it all over again.