Out of Focus (Love in LA #3)

Rafael’s gasp is immediately followed by a whimper. An honest to goodness whimper. “Goddamn it, Charlie.” He throws his head back against the headboard, blowing out a breath. I’m only giving him back every ounce of frustration he caused me earlier, waiting for his answer. “Yes. Yeah. I’ll stay still. I’ll be good.” His cheeks are flushed, so I run my fingers over them, feeling the warmth as I start my movements again.

He watches everything. My face. The way my body moves. The place where we’re connected. When his eyes move back up to mine, I lower myself completely, and we both moan in relief. “Raf,” I whisper, rolling my hips. “I feel so full.” Another moan slips free. Who it belongs to, I don’t know; it could be us both.

His grip tightens on me again as he holds back from moving beneath me. Picking up the pace, I take his face in my hands and kiss him deeply. My nails dig into his shoulders, and I come up for air.

“Fuck, look at you riding my cock. Fucking perfection.” His umber eyes shine with lust, love, admiration. I grind harder, leaning back until he hits the perfect spot inside me. “You take me so well, red. I knew you would.”

I’m right on that precipice again, completely consumed by the feel of him inside me and his words. “More,” I cry, begging shamelessly.

He chuckles, and the vibration sends a shiver up my spine. “You look so perfect fucking me. Taking what you want.” Strong hands caress my curves, his breath on my skin setting me on fire. “So gorgeous with your pussy dripping for me.” My moans are loud, my movements erratic as I jerkily wrap my fingers around the back of his head, tugging on his hair, our foreheads coming together.

“I love you, Charlie,” he says in the clearest voice, just before he kisses me, and I detonate. My whole body is vibrating, shaking with the force of my orgasm. He holds me through it, his strong arms hugged around my waist as his hands caress my back.

And he still hasn’t moved his hips. He also hasn’t come, obviously holding back, so focused on his task.

“You’ve been a very good boy,” I say as I catch my breath. “So good, meu amor.” He tenses everywhere when I use the term of endearment again. “You can fuck me now.” Before I complete the sentence, I’m on my back, and Rafael is on top of me, our connection unbroken.

Holy shit.

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fucking finally.

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Good boy. Jesus, fuck. Leave it to the romance author to hit me with that shit. My entire body feels like it’s been doused in gasoline and set ablaze, and Charlie is the one lighting the damn match.

I flip us both over, and her eyes widen in shock as her back hits the bed, but there’s excitement when her lips part, curling at the corners on a gasp. My movements are instant, and I thrust into her hard and fast, her tits trapped against my chest and her fingers digging into my biceps. Pulling almost all the way out, I slam into her, my eyes rolling to the back of my head with how tight and perfect she is.

“So deep,” she mumbles on a moan. Her eyes tightly shut as she moans again.

I hold myself up on one arm, running my right hand up her torso, between her breasts, until I’m holding her jaw. I close my eyes and kiss her soft and slow, completely unlike the way my cock is still driving into her. She whimpers as her body melts beneath mine, and her grip on me loosens. I move to take her hand in mine, setting our linked fingers above her head. Breathing one another’s air, we open our eyes.

“There you are,” I whisper, and she fucking smiles. A bright, beaming smile that could light up all of LA at night. God, I love this woman so fucking much. “Touch yourself, Charlie. Play with your clit.”

Still smiling, she reaches between us, her smile falling as her mouth gapes open on a pant when her finger grazes my dick. I groan, resting my forehead on hers. She rolls her hips in time with my thrusts, holding our connection a few moments longer before moving to her clit.

“Raf,” she moans. “It’s… This feels… You feel so?—”

“I know,” I say, kissing her jaw. “I know, shortcake. Now, pull your knees up for me.” I move back to give her room to adjust, and she does as I ask. “Higher,” I demand, and she listens. My eyes flick down to where she is still playing with her clit, then to her tits that are shining with sweat, bouncing in time with my thrusts. She squeezes my hand, and we lock eyes.

“Harder. Harder. Harder,” she whines. And that’s when I let loose. I give her what she wants, because I always will. A shudder starts at my neck, traveling down my spine, and straight to my cock. “I’m coming.” Charlie thrashes below me, and when her clit can’t take anymore, she moves her fingers back to my cock. “I want to feel you,” she pants. “I want to feel you come.”

And I do. Immediately. With her pussy gripping me and her finger grazing the side of my cock, I come so hard I stop breathing, every muscle in my body tensing at the same time. I grunt into her neck, holding myself up on one arm, trying not to crush her as I feel her arm trapped between our hips.

“I love you.” She grips my hand tighter still, and I squeeze my eyes shut, committing this moment to memory forever.

“Tell me again,” I say, lifting up to look at her shining blue eyes. “Tell me again while I’m still inside you.”

“I love you.” She doesn’t hesitate. “I love you, Rafael Guilherme Machado. I love you.” Her smile is small, but it’s full of emotion. Love.

“Fucking finally,” I breathe out. I heard her earlier. She said she’s in love with me, but I needed these words. Relief washes over me, easing an ache that has been deep in my bones for my whole life. I don’t have to ache anymore. I don’t have to wish anymore. I don’t have to wonder if my turn will ever come. “I love you, Charlie. Do you feel loved? Because I want you to feel loved every day. Every single day. Forever. I want you to feel my love.”

“I feel very loved.” She brushes the hair off my forehead. “In fact, I’ll probably be feeling your love in my knees and thighs for a couple of days.” Her teasing smile is followed by a wince as she stretches her legs out, and I finally slip out of her. Her knee pops, and she groans then bursts into laughter. I can’t help but follow her.

Sex with Charlie, ten out of ten. Cuddling with Charlie, ten out of ten. Pretty much anything with her is a ten.

But laughing with her?