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response, she couldn’t force herself to heed them. His cock was now rock hard, his chest heaving unevenly, and he’d dug his fingers into the leather on either side of his legs.
    “I need to lick your balls, Char. Need to remember how you taste.” She yanked at the Velcro strip fastening his boardies, loosening the shorts and exposing him to her hungry mouth. Not fully exposing him though, just enough that she could twirl her tongue hungrily around his cockhead.
    “Fuck.” His knuckles turned white.
    He fought her? Fought this? Why?
    She sucked his tip between her lips, licked it as she suctioned.
    “Not…right,” Charlie insisted. “Shouldn’t…shouldn’t do this.”
    If he truly believed that, he wouldn’t have lifted his ass off the couch as she tugged on the waistband of his boardies. Wouldn’t have let her push the shorts down his legs, leaving him nude from the waist down. And he wouldn’t have let his legs slide open, allowing her searching tongue and lips to find his balls. To kiss them, lick them and suck them into her mouth.
    Still his physical reaction didn’t stop the pain that etched its way further into her chest from his words. Didn’t stop her eyes from tearing up, making her blink furiously to clear them.
    She teased his scrotum for a while, until the lump in her throat had receded. The position was awkward though, with her nose squashed against his erection and her chin squished on the couch. It would be easier to focus on his shaft. To swallow him down whole, to take as much of him inside her as possible, in what she knew had to be a physical symbol of what she really wanted. Charlie, in her life, permanently.
    He filled her mouth. She had to force her throat muscles to relax so she could take him deeper.
    “Sarah. God .” His fingers sank into her hair. “My sweet, beautiful Sarah.”
    His words eased the pressure in her chest. Reassured her as nothing else had this past week. She relaxed her mouth, relaxed her cheeks, fell into the familiar tempo of sucking his dick.
    “Fuck,” he rasped. “You tie me up in knots.”
    Needing to connect with him somehow, to feel him on something more than a physical level, she looked up at his face and faltered at the emotion she saw in his eyes.
    He stared down at her with such reverence, such adoration, her heart tripped and then soared.
    There. That. It was all she needed. All she wanted. His expression filled the part of her soul that had hollowed in his absence.
    She said nothing. Couldn’t. Her mouth was full, which was just as well, since the lump in her throat would have made speech impossible. So she spoke without words, pouring every ounce of feeling into making love to him. Sweet and tender, then fast and filthy, then slow and deep before back to sweet and tender.
    Her belly ached with the need to feel him inside. Her pussy clenched at air, hungry for him. Her heart thumped eagerly. No matter how much she may struggle to connect with Charlie on an emotional level, physically their need always matched perfectly, and tonight was no different.
    “Shouldn’t do this, Sar. Shouldn’t let you touch me. You’re his now. Sam’s.”
    Sam shmam. She’d never met the guy, wasn’t interested in meeting him. And yet, even with his cock buried in her mouth and his emotions shining in his eyes, Charlie still insisted she meet another man.
    She couldn’t help but hear the ring of pain in his voice, as though telling her she belonged to Sam hurt him somewhere deep inside.
    What did it mean?
    If he’d confused her before she’d walked into his place, now she was totally bewildered.
    Sarah licked him from root to tip, never taking her gaze off his eyes, not wanting to ever stop seeing what she now saw in them. They burned with molten fire, desire flaming through their depths.
    She couldn’t take the heat, couldn’t bear the physical emptiness inside her. Sarah searched the pocket in her skirt for the condom she’d put there earlier, fished it