This is a story about Charlie and you, entwined in melody - close, together - entranced.
He waits in your room, as darkness gives way to the first light. His gaze is a promise, his touch a command, and his voice a vow. This is the story of a surrend...
It was dark. All I saw was him: CG5 - Charlie - mine.
His blue, storm-bright eyes locked onto mine with a hunger that made my heart pound. His hand slid slowly, teasingly, from my waist up to my ribs, his thumb brushing the barest edge of my breast, and he leaned down, his breath hot against my ear.
"Give me tonight... I'll show you how" he whispered, his voice a low vibration that rippled straight down my spine. I shivered, arching closer to him without even meaning to, my body answering him before my voice could.
"Don't give up on us." His hand pressed me tighter against his lean, trembling body. He kissed along my jawline, slow and savoring, each brush of his lips sending waves of desperate longing through me. Then he pulled back just enough to look into my eyes and in that breathless moment, I knew I belonged to him.
"Are you entranced by me?" The corner of his lips curved into a knowing, devastating smile. I nodded helplessly, and that was all the permission he needed. His hand tilted my chin up so I couldn't look anywhere but him, trapping me in that breathtaking gaze as he moved his hips against mine in a slow, deliberate rhythm, making me whimper softly against his chest.
"Feel it in your soul" he commanded, his voice rich and dark "when you lose control." I was already spiraling - the deep thrum of his voice and the steady, hypnotic movement of his hands pulling me under completely. There was no thought anymore - only feeling. Only HIM
"I'll be the bass..." Charlie growled against my neck, biting down gently, making me gasp, "while you drop the treble". My fingers gripped his shoulders, desperate, aching, needing to anchor myself to him as he moved us together with increasing urgency. The air around us seemed to crackle with raw electricity - his breathing fast and shallow, mine broken and pleading, until every touch, every word, every sound became too much.
And when the peak came - crashing, overwhelming, beautiful. It tore a sound from me that was his name. "Charlie..." breathless and worshipful.
"Can you feel it now?" He buried his face against my neck again, and we rode the final waves together, clinging to each other like lifelines, like music and lyrics - incomplete without the other.
When the world stilled again, he kissed my forehead, his hand cradling my cheek with infinite tenderness.
"You're my greatest song" he whispered. And with those words wrapping around my heart, I knew I would follow him - through every melody, every heartbeat, every dream.
Forever.
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--- Author's Note:
Intended for an adult audience only!
This is a fantasy and a product of poetic license, not based on any real experience or claim to reality (RPF)
Written with respect, both to the partners of the artist and the reader, despite its intimate content.
If you are an adult capable of separating fantasy from reality - welcome and enjoy.
