(Warnings: This chapter is very smut-heavy. Like almost all smut. The smut includes lots of daddy kink and breeding kink. So if that's not your thing, I'm surprised you're reading my stories but, you might wanna skip around. With that being said, Y/N will not be getting pregnant or having any sort of pregnancy scare in this fic so don't worry about that when reading this chapter. Enjoy it! <3)
You were brushing your teeth when Charlie texted you.
You had been making eye contact with yourself in the mirror, running the brush back and forth when your phone beeped beside you on the counter of the sink. Usually, a notification didn't mean much. You were in a few group chats with friends from home that sometimes became talkative at random moments. It could be a message from Erin or just a noise to tell you that someone followed you on Instagram.
But now that your ex-boyfriend, Tom, who you would do anything to avoid, was insistent on getting a hold of you, the alert made your heart sink.
When you saw that it was Charlie's name instead, you couldn't help but choke a little on the toothpaste in your mouth. As much as you didn't want it to be your ex, you hadn't been expecting it to be Charlie. He usually never attempted to get a hold of you outside of work.
Somehow, out of all of the things that you and Charlie shared, seeing his name on your phone was still a huge deal to you. In some ways, it seemed more intimate and risky than touching each other in hushed voices while his wife was in the other room. This was solid proof that you two had a relationship. It could show up on phone records or something similar.
You spit in the sink, then wiped your mouth as you nervously unlocked your screen.
The text he sent you was just an address. No greeting or explanation.
You copied and pasted it into your maps and it showed you that the location he was sharing with you led to a hotel. A very expensive hotel.
Butterflies erupted deep in your stomach. You knew that it must mean that he wanted you to come there.
'Now?' is the text that you sent back.
You never knew how much to say. If it were one of your friends that you didn't have to hide away with, you would've sent emojis or a funny photo or at least expressed your surprise in some sort of way. But it was different with Charlie.
Three dots appeared almost instantly, letting you know that he was typing back. You imagined him nervously staring at his screen, waiting for your reply.
'Now' is what you received and then, '505'.
You understood that it must be his room number and it just added to the nerves beneath your ribcage. You wondered what this meant. Why was he staying at a hotel tonight? You tried not to get your hopes up or read into it, but you remembered the divorce lawyer he'd seen in secret. You couldn't help but wonder if he finally told Nicole.
As hopeful as you were that he was speeding up the process that would eventually allow you to be with him, you were also scared. It was all up to him and you understood that but you weren't sure that you mentally prepared yourself enough for him to break his family apart. You needed a warning, at least.
You tried to pack for the occasion, but you weren't sure what the occasion even was. If he was sad, you had a change of comfy pajamas so that you could cuddle up to him. You even snuck in a fluffy blanket of your own into the bottom of the bag.
On the off chance that he was angry or distant, you brought your headphones in case he needed to call Nicole and you needed to tune him out.
But you were almost sure of one thing since the two of you were going to share the rare occurrence of being alone with each other: You knew that unless Charlie were really upset, he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of you. So, that was why you wore a pretty piece of lingerie under your clothing.
You muttered the room number quietly to yourself, glancing down at your phone to confirm you were looking for the right one as you passed each hotel room door.
It was eerily quiet in the hallway. The setting didn't match the way you were feeling inside. You were so excited to be alone with Charlie that you felt like you should be walking down the hallway to the sounds of people cheering or some other sort of excitement. Not the sound of the air conditioning running even though it was chilly outside, the carpeted noise of your feet down the hall.
When you finally got to the right door, you knocked cautiously.
Charlie opened the door instantly after looking through the peephole and confirming that it was you. Right when the door was open enough, he grabbed your arm gently and pulled you inside, locking the door behind you. He took the bag off of your shoulder and carefully set it on the ground.
"Hi! This hotel is so nice! I was-" Your words were cut off by Charlie pulling you in against his chest and pressing your face there, making it impossible to speak without being completely silenced.
You huffed against the material of his shirt, attempting to pull away just enough to finish your sentence, but then you felt the way that he was wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you in tighter and you suddenly understood the action.
Charlie buried his nose against your hair, inhaling deeply. "I'm so glad you're here, sweetheart. I'm so fucking glad to see you." He muttered, hands rubbing at your back soothingly as if he were to relax you that it would calm him down as well.
You couldn't respond coherently because of the way he was squeezing you, but you held him tighter as a way of doing so. He was always the one taking care of you and even now when you could tell that he needed comfort, he was attempting to get it by being sweet to you.
You allowed him to hold you for a few moments, his heart thumping against your ear. "What happened?" You asked to the best of your ability.
"Hm?" Charlie asked, not able to understand you because of how your mouth was moving against the fabric of his shirt.
You moved away just slightly, looking up at him. You gave him a sheepish smile, eyebrows knitted together. "What happened tonight? Why are you here?"
He frowned at that. He put a hand on your cheek and ran his thumb over your skin there. "Not now, honey. I don't want to talk about it. I just want to enjoy this time with you." Charlie said, trying his best not to think about the argument he and Nicole had.
"But..." You sigh, practically pouting up at him. You didn't think it was a fun topic either, but you didn't want to be left in the dark. "How can I help you if I don't know what's going on?"
Charlie felt like his heart could explode at the fact that you were worried about taking care of him. He spent so much time trying to fix everything around him that it was almost shocking how long it had been since he felt like he could rely on someone else to heal him. He was so thankful to have you.
"You're already helping me, but, sweetheart, you just got here." He told you with a tender look in his eyes. "Give me a minute, okay?" Charlie murmured, softly smiled.
He bent down and wrapped his arms underneath you, picking you up by holding your thighs and making sure you wrapped your legs around his waist.
You let out a surprised giggle, your arms around his neck and holding some of your weight by pressing against him. Your face nuzzled against his neck, inhaling the very faint scent of cologne and the more apparent scent of cigarette smoke on his skin.
Charlie's lips came down all over your neck and cheek in rapid succession. The sensation of it tickled you and your laughter just made him kiss you more, his heart fluttering at the sound of it. "I want you all to myself." He said in a rushed voice in between kisses, "No distractions. I'll tell you all about it later, I promise."
You couldn't argue with that. You were on cloud nine from his excited affection. He was so happy to see you and it was infectious. "Don't forget." You teased him.
Charlie took a seat down on the bed, keeping you straddling his lap as he did so. "I won't." He was serious for a moment, his hands running up and down your thighs. "It's just hard for me to control myself when we're alone and you're in front of me and you look the way you do."
Your skin heated up and you put your hands on his chest, running over the material of his shirt. "When I look like what?"
Charlie chuckled, eyes ghosting up and down your body. "When you look adorable like you do now. You're so fucking cute. The cutest little girl in the world and you're all mine." He sighed, fingers gripping the flesh of your thighs. "Daddy's girl, aren't you?" He hummed gently.
"I guess so." You played hard to get, coyly grinning at him.
"You guess so?" Charlie tutted in a disapproving tone. "It certainly doesn't feel like guessing. Look at that way you're grinding on me, baby. You just can't help yourself. Your body belongs to me."
You glanced down at yourself at his words and realized the way that you were rotating your hips, trying to get some friction from him without even meaning to. Your eyes widened a little, surprised because you didn't realize that you were doing it. You stopped the movement and gave him an embarrassed glance.
"What are you doing?" Charlie asked in a coo, the way you'd talk to a puppy nipping at your heels, disapproving but still affectionate. "If it feels good, keep going. I like it too."
You blinked a little and resumed the grinding. It was hesitant until you watched the way that Charlie's jaw clenched and the muscles twitched as he did so. You sped up then, pressing down harder.
"Good girl." He sighed, fingers dancing up your inner thighs, taunting you as he inadvertently taunted himself, getting worked up before he touched you. "The best girl in the world." He said, more to himself than even you.
You grinned at that. You ran your hands over his chest and up to his shoulders, leaning forward. As you did so, you arched your back up to reach him and, in turn, grinded down further against him.
"Oh," He groaned, smirking with a concentrated face. "There you go. "
You let out a breathless chuckle, embarrassed and also taken by surprise by how good it felt. You bent down further and pressed your lips against his neck, kissing all over his skin carefully.
Charlie moaned softly and tilted his head back, allowing you more access. His hand squeezed tight at your thigh before his other hand ran up the side of your body, resting on your hip.
Your tongue ran along his neck and your teeth grazed against the notch in his throat, the same one that twitched with each hard swallow that he did, little noises escaping from his full lips.
His hand snaked up your shirt and he froze when his touch came in contact with the lace material of the lingerie that you had on underneath your casual clothing. "What's this?"
You laughed, sitting back up, "Come see." You offered him teasingly.
Charlie put his hands on your waist and rolled over so that he could move on top of you on the bed, reversing your positions. He stared down at you with dancing eyes, glancing all over your body. "You're hiding something from daddy?" He teased you.
You shook your head. "Not hiding. I want you to see."
He glanced up at you when you said that, a genuine smile on his face as he did so. You were so cute. "A present for me to unwrap?" He asked with a chuckle, moving his hand back up your shirt, fingers running over the lace.
"Surprise." You said softly, a small laugh following.
Charlie pulled your shirt over your head and let out a moan when he saw what you were wearing. He stared at you for a few moments, drinking you in before he yanked your pants off, tossing them aside so that he could see all of you.
"You're a fucking angel," Charlie said, almost in disbelief. He ran his hands over your body, over your breasts and stomach, to your hips, all while staring at you intently. After being so touch and attention-deprived for so long, it didn't feel real that he had you here in front of him.
You flushed at his comment, heat rising to your skin. "Do you remember it? I bought it last time we were at a hotel." You reminded him.
Charlie remembered very clearly. The first time that the two of you spent the night together, it had been when he bought you both a hotel room. The next day, he walked in and saw you sitting on the bed in this pretty light-colored lingerie set. He thought he would have a heart attack at how amazing you looked and now it wasn't much different.
"Oh, how could I forget?" He muttered while still looking you over. He glanced back up at your face, "Although, I do remember something about..." He pulled you into a slightly seated position so he could look over your shoulder, "A tie?"
Just as he thought, when he saw your back where the satin ribbon was meant to tie the sides of the material together, you had it together in a loose, messy bow. Clearly, it hadn't been easy for you to do.
"There it is. You needed me, hm?" He asked you. Charlie tried to imagine you attempting to tie it behind your back all on your own. He was sure that you cussed and pouted the entire time you struggled.
"I did." You sighed, blinking up at him. You then smiled big as you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck. "I missed you."
Charlie could've sworn he felt tears prick the back of his eyes, suddenly emotional by your display of affection. He was an affectionate man, almost too devoted at times. He liked touching and he wore his heart on his sleeve.
You were the first person he could be openly loving with in a long time and he wasn't sure how he'd gone so long without it in his life.
"Come here, baby," Charlie murmured. He scooted to the edge of the bed so that his feet were on the ground and he pulled you towards him so that you were sitting in his lap. Your back was towards him and he began undoing the shitty bow you did yourself so he could fix it.
He kissed at your shoulder as he pulled at the ribbons. "I missed you too. So much. I always miss you when we aren't together."
You sighed dreamily, arching your back slightly so that he could have access to your shoulder blades easier and to back up against him, feeling the way that he was growing hard inside his pants, having you on his lap in your little outfit.
Charlie tried his best to focus on the task at hand even though you were squirming on top of him. He tied the back of your lingerie in a big, perfect bow, his fingers expertly doing so. "You're so pretty." He told you, nose nuzzling against your ear while he kissed your neck from behind.
Your hands went to his knees, giving you more leverage to begin moving against him with a shaky exhale. You were suddenly needy for him. Sometimes you would grow overwhelmed by being in a new, huge city all on your own. When you were with Charlie, it felt so amazing to turn off your brain and let him take care of you.
Charlie felt similar. He felt like a fuck up with his marriage and being a father. He was successful at work, but it never seemed enough for him. When it came to you, he loved that you relied on him at times and allowed him to baby you. Charlie finally had someone to take care of who appreciated it and it's what he needed.
"What do you want?" He asked you in a gentle tone, lips ghosting over your skin.
"Hm?" You played dumb, squeezing his knees. They were so much larger than your hands. You couldn't grip them properly.
He chuckled deeply, knowing that you were just toying with him. "Use your words. Tell me what you want. You've been so good. I might just give it to you."
You made a soft noise, glancing back at him. "I want you."
"Me?" Charlie asked with a grin, pretending to be surprised. "You want me inside of you, hm? That's why you're all dressed up for me?"
You let out a breathless chuckle, rotating your hips. "Maybe." You said in a singsong voice. You glanced back at him and noticed that he looked you over like he wanted to devour you, which made blood rush to your cheeks.
"I think you should lay down and ask me politely, honey," Charlie said with a faint smile, turning his body so that you were able to crawl off of his lap. You situated yourself against the plush pillows lined up at the headboard. You watched as Charlie began taking his clothes off, undoing his belt and pulling it through the loops of his pants.
"Please." You pouted, drumming your fingers against the sheets.
"Please, what?" He asked with an amused raise of one of his eyebrows. He stared at you and how pretty you looked, laying down on the bed in your little outfit. He pushed his pants off of his hips and stepped out of them.
You huffed and kicked your feet slightly, but you had a smirk on your face, just as entertained by his teasing as he was. "Please, I want you inside of me. I'm getting impatient."
Charlie chuckled at that and pulled his shirt over his head before getting on the bed, moving so that he was on top of you. "I can't say no to you." He murmured before pressing his lips to yours.
It was true. He wanted to give you everything you could ever ask for.
You sighed into the kiss and returned the motions. Your lips moved with his tongue running along his bottom lip. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him down close to you.
His hand trailed up the side of your body and went to your parted thighs, running his fingertips against the material there, able to feel your growing wetness on the thin fabric. "You're so wet, baby." He told you in a soft voice.
You nodded, letting out a little sound as he continued to tease you there.
Charlie reached for one of your hands that was around his neck. He guided your hand down his body to his erection, straining against the material of his boxers. "Can you feel how hard I am for you?" He asked with a concentrated look on his face. "Can you see what you do to me? This is all because of you. You drive daddy crazy."
You looked up at him and grinned. You spent so much time thinking about him and thinking about how badly you wanted him that it was always a comforting feeling when you were reminded that it was mutual.
He caught the smile on your face and it was infectious, spreading onto his lips instantly. He chuckled a little at how easy it was for you to get him to giggle and blush like he was half his age again. You were the easy lightness that he'd been searching for in his life for so long.
Charlie leaned his head down while he adjusted your top, moving the lace out of the way so that your breasts were exposed. He made a noise of approval as his tongue ran along your nipple and you let out a gasp of pleasure.
He pushed his boxers off of his body, allowing himself to be completely naked.
As he did this, he pushed the material between your legs aside and ran his fingers along your wetness, distributing it over your folds. You made noises as he did so, rotating your hips so that you could get more contact.
Charlie continued to alternate between sucking and nibbling on your nipple while he guided himself against your entrance. He paused suddenly, the head of his cock almost touching you. "Shit." He grunted, frozen.
"What?" You asked him in concern.
He backed off a little, moving his head up so that he was staring at you instead of resting against your breasts. He gave you a sheepish look. "I was in a rush to get here... I forgot to bring a condom."
"Oh," You said with a frown, thinking about it. You glanced over at your overnight bag. You remembered that you grabbed a few from your nightstand and packed them away, on the off chance that he would've forgotten.
Charlie was embarrassed. He hoped he wasn't ruining the moment. "I can go run somewhere and get some. If you don't mind waiting." He offered, already thinking of a place he could buy some without any chance of getting caught by someone he knew.
"Well..." You put a hand on his shoulder as if to stop him from moving away from you to do so.
He looked at you with curious eyes.
"I have condoms." You assured him, then frowned in thought. "But I was thinking..." You trailed off, losing your nerve.
"What were you thinking, honey?" Charlie asked in a soothing voice, moving your top back in place so that you weren't sitting there exposed to him while having a conversation.
You caught his eyes and gave him an embarrassed look before focusing your attention on the sheet below you, running your fingers over it. "We've done it before... without a condom. Do you remember? When we were in that hot tub." You reminded him.
It hadn't been a conscious decision then. You stayed the night at his friend's house and he told you to meet him out by the pool. The rest happened quickly. Charlie had been intoxicated and his inhibitions had been low. He had sex with you in one of his friend's pool chairs and he finished inside of you.
"Oh, I remember." Charlie chuckled. He might've had a few drinks that night, but he knew exactly what he was doing. He remembered it vividly. He then realized what you were hinting around at, but he wanted to hear you say it. "Go on." He urged gently.
You took a deep breath and made eye contact again. You smoothed some of his hair out of his face as you spoke. "I liked it a lot. I've always wanted to try again, without a condom, you know? But I wasn't sure how to tell you."
Charlie was speechless. On the surface, it didn't seem like a huge deal to most people, he was sure. But it was different between the two of you. This meant a lot to him.
You felt awkward, so you kept talking to fill the silence. "I'm on birth control and I'm really responsible about that sort of thing. Before I came out to New York, I was tested and you're the only person I've been with since moving here." You explained to him.
Charlie didn't doubt that. You were intelligent and capable. He wasn't suspicious that you weren't able to take care of yourself in that aspect.
"Why do you want it?" Charlie asked you in a way that let you know that he was curious. He wasn't judging.
He used condoms in the beginning because he felt like it was the right thing to do. He was sneaking around behind his wife's back. The entire act was irresponsible, but not using protection would be even more so.
But it was so different now. You weren't just the woman on the side. Charlie loved you. You were everything to him.
You chuckled nervously at that question, playing with his hair to distract yourself. You tried to figure out a way to explain it. "It makes me feel close to you. It reassures me that you trust me enough to do it." You kissed his forehead softly before pulling back to look at him, "It would make me feel like I'm yours, truly yours, and it's hard for me to feel that way all of the time."
Charlie understood. You spent so much time hiding with him or seeing him interact with Nicole that it was easy for you to feel like an afterthought. In the short moment of him being inside of you, it felt like you belonged to him. How could he deny you of that?
"Besides," You added with a slight smirk, getting a little more courage because you could see that the was coming around to the idea, "I think it's hot too."
Charlie let out a surprised laugh at that, eyebrows raised. His look turned almost mischievous. "Hot?"
You nodded, the smirk remaining on your face. "Very hot. You'd be marking your territory. Claiming me. Does that make sense?"
Charlie's eyes turned dark. A smirk that matched yours lit up his face. "Oh, that makes sense. It definitely does." He told you, moving away from you just slightly so that he could move down the bed.
"Rollover for me. On your hands and knees, sweetheart." He instructed you, watching you closely.
You gave him a look of excitement before doing as he said, moving on all fours with your ass facing him. You stared at the headboard in front of you, waiting for further directions.
Charlie scooted behind you, taking his cock in his hand and running it along your entrance. Your lingerie was still pushed to the side from when he'd done so earlier and he had full access to you. He hissed under his breath at the contact.
You hummed at the feeling, trying to back up against him, wanting more.
"You want daddy to remind you that you're all his?" Charlie asked you in a low voice, watching his own motions as he slipped just the tip of his cock inside of you.
You nodded, "Please." You mumbled quietly, embarrassed at how desperate you were for it already.
Charlie could see how needy you were, the noises you were making and the way you were grinding against him. He loved when you were like this and he wanted to take advantage of it. He wasn't going to hold back.
"You want daddy to fill you up with his cum, is that right?" He asked you in his deep voice.
Your eyes widened. Charlie talked dirty with you all of the time, but this was different. He'd never talked to you about this before. "I-I do."
He grinned at that, slipping just a little more of himself inside of you. "Oh, I bet you feel so empty right now, don't you, angel? You need me. You need all of me. I'm going to give you everything you want."
You whined and attempted to move back against him and take more, but his hand went to your back and held you in place.
"Whatever daddy's perfect little girl wants, she gets. I'm going to take care of you. I'm going to fill you all the way up, just like you need me to." Charlie grunted, entering you just slightly more. He was desperate too now, sweat forming on his brow and his chest rising and falling quickly.
As much as you wanted this, it was something that Charlie thought about a lot as well. He never tried to bring it up because he didn't want you to feel pressured, but now that you were the one initiating it, he was more than willing to live out this fantasy with you.
You made another attempt to move so that he'd fuck you all the way, but he held you down still. "Please, daddy." You whimpered, knowing exactly how to get him to give in. "I need you. I need you to fuck me and cum inside of me. Show me I'm yours, please."
Charlie groaned at that, moving his hand down to your hip so that he could move you back against him. "Oh, good girl." He sighed. In doing so, he brought you back against his cock, sinking all the way inside of you.
The two of you both gasped at that. You forgot how much of a difference it made to know that there wasn't a condom separating the two of you. He was inside of you.
"Oh god." You whined, allowing him to use his grip on your hip to guide you up and down on top of him.
Charlie had both of his hands on your hips now, his eyebrows knitted together in concentration. "You're so tight for me. So fucking perfect." He muttered in between deep breaths.
You two continued this for what felt like hours, but in reality, it was only several minutes. There was an unspoken understanding between the two of you. As sexual as this was, it was also extremely emotional. It wasn't just the conscious decision to not wear protection. It was the choice to trust each other fully.
"You wanna feel close to me? Want to be filled with my cum, so you know you're my good girl?" Charlie asked you, out of breath from how his heart was pounding in emotion and pleasure.
"Yes, fuck. Please." You muttered nonsense as you lowered your chest against the bed. Your face pressed against the mattress while you arched your back up towards him, allowing him better access to fuck you.
"You're gonna get it. You're going to get all of me, honey. Every last fucking drop, I promise." He grunted. One of his hands grabbed at your ass, squeezing you there while the other stayed on your hip to keep up the rhythm.
Although he knew that neither of you was ready or in a situation where it was possible, the thought flashed through his mind of putting a baby inside of you. He imagined how excited and tender he would be if he were fucking you right now intending to get you pregnant.
It wasn't something either of you wanted right now, but just the daydream of having a future with you and a family made his head spin. He wanted it so badly.
Something about that made his muscles tighten up. Charlie couldn't wait for the day that he could publicly call you his.
"Oh, I'm gonna cum already. Fuck." Charlie moaned, squeezing at your flesh as his thrusts became sloppy and rushed, nearing his orgasm.
You were slightly disappointed that this was ending so early, but the idea that he couldn't hold back and it was happening so soon because of how much he was enjoying this did turn you on. "I want you to." You assured him in a soft voice.
Charlie held you in place against him as he came. You could feel the way that he was indeed filling you up entirely, giving you the sensation of warmth and fullness. He muttered how pretty you were and said your name over and over as he did so, his tone needy.
Charlie kept his eyes concentrated down as he slowly pulled out from you when he came down from the euphoric high. His hand was trembling as he held his cock, watching the way that his cum was visible inside of you as he did so.
"Rollover." He muttered in a commanding way. "Be careful. I want you to keep it all inside."
You swallowed hard, feeling a shock through your system at the way he was directing you. You did as he said, rolling onto your back and keeping your muscles clenched, thighs together as if to keep it all in.
"I'm not done with you," Charlie assured you as he moved between your thighs, stomach against the mattress and parted them so that he was in between. "Far from done with you." He sighed, running his hands along your skin.
You blinked down at him, allowing him to spread your legs apart so that he could get a better look.
"Look at you. My cum is dripping out of you right now." He moaned, "Is this what you wanted? To be full with daddy?"
You let out a little sound and nodded. If you weren't so turned on, you'd be embarrassed at the way that he was studying you.
Charlie brought his hand up and spread your folds apart before collecting some of his own cum on his fingers. He glanced up at you and his lip twitched upwards at the shocked and dazed look on your face as you stared at him. You were so cute.
He then brought those same fingers down against your clit and began rubbing you there, using his cum as a way of lubrication. "I can't believe my sweet girl would let me do something this filthy to her." He teased you, stroking slow circles.
You gasped and moaned loudly in relief. You were so caught up in the moment that you almost didn't even realize that you hadn't orgasmed yourself. You weren't sure if you even needed it. You were so happy with what else had just occurred.
Charlie continued to do this. He would collect more of his spend on his fingers then spread it to your clit, rubbing his slick into yours until your legs began to shake. "You're so close, aren't you? I can feel it." He observed.
You nodded, "Don't stop." You begged, grasping at the sheets below you.
"I'm not stopping." Charlie cooed, watching you closely. "Keep going, just like that." He encouraged you.
Your head tilted back and you shut your eyes as you felt the familiar feeling creeping up inside you. You were right there.
"Look at me when you finish." Charlie instructed you, "I want you to know who's making you feel this way. Daddy's the one spoiling you. I don't want you to forget it."
You hesitated, suddenly feeling exposed and embarrassed by the way he was making you feel. You weren't sure if you could handle eye contact.
"Come on, angel. You can do it. Look at me while you cum. You're safe with me. I've got you." Charlie's voice rang out. The deepness and sincerity of his tone comforted you and after a moment, you blinked your eyes open and looked down at him.
"Hi. There you are." Charlie grinned, catching your glance.
Your skin heated up at that, a breathless chuckle leaving your chest. He was right. You could do this. It was just Charlie.
"Just like that. You're doing such a good job." He hummed, his fingers speeding up on your clit exactly how you needed it.
You let out a surprised moan, taken back by how close you were to the edge. When Charlie nodded at you in reassurance, you weren't able to hold back anymore. Your orgasm hit you intensely, loud moans and whimpers leaving you as you came. The entire time you kept your eyes on him.
Due to how intense your eye contact had been, you hadn't even noticed the way that he was repositioning himself until Charlie was lined back up with your entrance and thrusting inside of you without warning, not giving you a moment to recover.
Your moans of pleasure broke off into a gasp of surprise. "Charlie?" You asked in a way that let him know you were happy about the sudden movement. You hadn't been expecting him to fuck you again so soon.
Charlie let out a slightly pained whine as he adjusted to the feeling of being inside of you again. He was still so sensitive from finishing just a moment ago. It had been years since he had sex in general before he met you. Having sex back to back so quickly was an adjustment for him.
"I'm giving you two loads tonight, sweetheart. You have to know that you're mine. I need to give you everything. You deserve it." Charlie grunted as he adjusted himself on top of you, able to rock his hips comfortably.
Your mouth hung open, too surprised to even let out sounds of pleasure.
Charlie was allowing deep whimpers to leave his chest with each thrust, overstimulated from how quickly he was fucking you again. You could feel the way that he was throbbing and twitching inside of you.
"You hear that?" He muttered, talking about the slick sounds with each movement of his body. "Hear how much cum is inside of you right now? So fucking wet, I'm going to give you even more."
You felt tears spring to your eyes at the overwhelming blissful feeling and at how much you were enjoying yourself. You weren't sure if you'd ever be this relaxed with anyone besides him to allow them to do this to you.
He fucked you for a few minutes, the entire time keeping his eyes on you. Charlie realized how right you were when you described it earlier. He felt so close to you. This was more than just sex. It was making love. As cheesy as it sounded, it was something that he didn't think he'd ever get the opportunity to do again. He was so thankful for you.
"You're mine," Charlie whispered, staring down at you.
You nodded, locking eyes with him. "I'm yours. All yours."
Charlie moaned, his thrusts becoming painful again when he felt his orgasm building up. "I love you." He sighed, nose brushing against yours while he kept up his rhythmic movements.
"I love you too." You cried, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down close to you.
You both came hard, at the same exact time.
You weren't sure if you'd ever felt so connected to him.
After spending some time tangled up in each other's arms and legs, you both knew that it was time to get out of bed, as much as you'd love to stay there forever.
Charlie gathered you up in his arms, picking you up from the bed and holding you close to his chest as he approached the bathroom. "You're dirty, honey." He teased, meaning it literally and figuratively.
"Clean me then." You teased him back, relaxing against him.
"I intend to." He said softly, kissing your forehead. He turned the shower on and checked the temperature before carefully setting you back onto your feet. "Think we'll both fit?" He asked with a grin as he started gathering up the tiny complimentary soaps from the counter.
"I think so." You told him, entering the shower with a sigh of relief, feeling the warm water hit your body.
It was a tight squeeze, but the two of you fit in the shower with frequent rotation so that you both could get under the stream when you needed it.
Afterward, you begged Charlie for a few minutes to get into the bathtub with you, but he refused. He told you that he was too big and that it grossed him out to sit on the same tile that everyone else did, but he would help you if you wanted to use it.
He sat on the edge while he added soap, attempting to make bubbles for you under the running faucet. Charlie thought it was funny to blow the bubbles at you or splash you with the water. A few times, you had to remind yourself not to get emotional when you saw how big his smile was or how much he was laughing.
You were so in love with him.
When you were finished with the bath, he dried you off with one of the fluffy towels. He even made sure to get behind your ears and your feet, getting the stray suds off before he helped you into your pajamas.
Now, the two of you were in bed. A black and white romance movie played softly on the television in the background and the lights were off beside the one coming from the bathroom that you insisted stayed on in case you needed it in the middle of the night.
Charlie was funny because he was using his pillow from home and was very particular about which hotel blankets and sheets he could use, not wanting to use anything he deemed dirty. As if he hadn't just rolled on top of them for hours with you before.
"I have so much to tell you." You yawned, wrapping your arms around him and getting cozy next to his side.
You wanted to tell him everything about your ex-boyfriend Tom. You wanted to open up to him and finally allow him to get a glimpse at your past. But you were so exhausted and in complete bliss, you didn't want to expose any past wounds that might ruin that.
"I have a lot to say to you too, baby," Charlie admitted, thinking about his fight with Nicole earlier and the impending responsibility of going through with the divorce.
You made a noise of agreement, nuzzling your face against him. Very comfortable.
"Tomorrow." He said to you, although it was a question, it came out as a statement. He was making the decision.
"Tomorrow." You agreed, squeezing him close.
Charlie was silent for a few moments as he thought something over. Then, "Let's take the day off."
You glanced up at him with a large, sleepy grin. "Really?"
Charlie's smile grew. Yours always caused that to happen. "Sure. I'll tell everyone I don't feel good. Tell them to stay home. We can spend the entire day here if you want. We can sleep in and get room service."
You hugged him gratefully. That was precisely what you wanted but had no idea if you could ask for it.
That night you fell asleep with your head on Charlie's chest and his large hand rubbing gentle circles on your back, occasionally reaching up to play with your hair.
He sang quietly to you the entire time, soothing you and allowing you to doze off, feeling safe and secure comfortably.
You weren't sure exactly what he was singing, but it was the same song repeatedly, maybe the show tune that was stuck in his head earlier that night. But it didn't matter.
Every word that left Charlie's mouth sounded like home to you; a lullaby.