Chapter 312: S e v e n-1

The master bedroom in the suite is large, just like the rest of it - the large overly made up bed taking up most of the stylishly decorated space. Framing the far wall to the bottom of the bed on the far side of the room is a set of floor to ceiling windows, which showcase Manhattan beautifully as the inky night sky falls over it like a curtain. It looks seductive and alluring and I can almost imagine living here seeing it like this. I pull Charlie behind me, over by the window so that we're standing in front of it at the foot of the bed. I meet her eyes and reach up to brush my thumb back and forth across her plump bottom lip. It feels warm and soft to the touch, and I can feel the heat of her breath against my finger. "This feels like a dream," she whispers, sounding breathless. I smile and nod. "I know what you mean." Dropping my hand from her mouth, I grab one end of the scarf around her neck and pull it slowly, unfurling it from her body. When I have it in my hand I ball it and throw it over the arm of the chair near the window. "Won't be needing that this time," I say softly, betraying the tempest of emotions whirling beneath my skin. "I still have that scarf you know," her voice is also soft, and soothing - it calms me a little. "A memento." "Did you frame it?" I ask, distracted by the sight of the faint marks on her neck. She smiles. "Not quite." The silence stretches on, our breaths and the faint distant traffic far below us the only sounds in the semi-dark room. She swallows. "So. Where can I touch you?" She asks, casting a furtive gaze over my body. My heart leaps, the beat quickening and I need to lick my lips as my mouth goes utterly bone dry. I can't do this. I want to do this. I will do this. Control Grey. Take it. I fix her with a hard stare. "This t-shirt I'm wearing. Remember what it looks like, remember which parts of me it covers." I tell her. She glances down, quickly across my chest and arms and then lower, before bringing her eyes back to meet mine. "When I undress. Touch me only on the places you can see right now." I instruct. Charlie's eyes flash with something. Something curious maybe, and sad. She wants to ask me how, what, why. They always do. Then something else happens in her eyes, a flash of knowledge, understanding. "The no touching part that night wasn't part of the kink, was it? It was just you." She says as she clearly begins piecing things together, making sense of things. Things from a long time ago. Things that maybe I should have tried harder to face, and deal with. "Well my therapist says I should accept it as part of me so, yes." Flynn was always telling me to accept the things I couldn't change. My past being the main thing. Honestly, I had no idea why I was paying him to tell me that sort of thing, except that it felt like a validation of some sort. A kind of acceptance. Perhaps instead I should have been paying him to help me deal better with women I loved being able to touch me. "Christian I had no idea...." She looks apologetic. "See. That tortured teenager thing wasn't just an act," I say lightly. Charlie frowns, unimpressed with the humour. "So no one touches you?" She brings her hands up and holds them as though she might place them on my chest, but doesn't. They just hover there so that I feel the heat from them over my heart. "No." I shake my head. "No one." She drops her hands and looks up into my eyes. "Jesus Christian..." "Please leave it alone Charlie," I warn quietly. She hardens her stare and almost appears to nod without even moving her head. Quickly she moves, standing up on her tiptoes to take my face in her both her hands, kissing me hard. The touch of her skin on mine stuns me for a moment and I'm unable to move. I just stand there, stock still as she takes command of my mouth with hers. Her hands slide up into my hair and she pulls gently on the slightly too long length. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her tight to me, her small waist fitting snuggly inside my hold. As we kiss I can sense her desire to move her hands over my body but she doesn't. She keeps them in my hair, sifting the tendrils soothingly through her fingers. I feel around her finding the zip on her dress, which I begin to pull down slowly. I'm lost in her mouth as I open the back of her dress and graze my hands across her warm soft skin. At my touch, she pushes herself further into me, pressing herself into me - into where my cock is hard and hungry for her. She stops the kiss, stepping back allowing me to slide the dress off her shoulders so that it drops from her body and pools at her feet. I draw my eyes over her drinking her in. She's wearing a dark green lace bra and matching panties that contrast beautifully against her pale skin and almost ebony hair. She's sublime. I want to run my tongue over every inch of her. No wonder her husband is a jealous possessive prick. I would be too if she were mine. Keeping my eyes on hers I grip the hem of my t-shirt and lift it up and over my head, discarding it on top of her dress on the floor. Her eyes move down my body, hovering over the scars, before lowering to my arousal, which is straining against the thin fabric of my trousers. She lowers herself slowly onto to her knees in front of me. To my surprise, she reaches out and takes hold of my right hand. She lifts it and begins kissing each finger, starting with my small one. She keeps her eyes on mine the entire time she does it. The sight of her kneeling at my feet doing this speaks to the raging need to dominate her more than I would have thought possible. Yet at the same time, it calms and satisfies me. I watch in approval as she kisses each finger with soft wet kisses. It's soothing, erotic and completely submissive all at the same time - it makes me feel very in control. It occurs to me that maybe she knows exactly what she's doing. That maybe she knows exactly how to please me. When she reaches my index finger she sucks it into her mouth, curling her tongue around it before withdrawing it slowly. "Well, no one has ever done that to me before." I smile down at her. "Teaching you something am I, Mr Grey?" She smirks, kneeling back slightly. "You have beautiful hands you know." Next, she delicately slides her hands into the waistband of my trousers, careful not to touch the skin on my torso. She does it expertly and I almost want to reward her for it right there. As I'm naked underneath, and very hard, when she slides my slacks down my thighs, my erection springs free unashamedly. Her eyes blaze at the sight of it, and her mouth opens as she familiarises herself with it. Or re-familiarises herself with it rather. Stepping out of my trousers, I move them out of the way with my feet. Charlie peers up at me again as she places her hands flat on my upper thighs, no doubt to check if it's permitted. My nostrils flare and my mouth twitches but I try and remain calm. I can handle this. However, the need to dominate the situation is beginning to sound like a beating drum in my head, one which gets louder every time she nears the edges of my tolerance. She slides her hands around and across my behind, squeezing and massaging before bringing them back around to rest them on the tops of my thighs. She gives me a single look of desire and intent before moving her head forward to take all of me into her mouth. Jesus Christ. Charlie moans low in her throat as my legs threaten to give out under me. Her tongue wraps around me as she sucks me deep into her throat. Groaning loud, I slide my hand into her hair, wrapping it around the length to pull her head closer as she moves up and down my length in delicious rhythmic movements. For minutes, she holds me at the base and works me in and out of her beautiful mouth, moaning softly as she alternates between licking, sucking and kissing. Occasionally, maddeningly, she flicks her tongue over the tip making me grip her hair tighter and her moans change tone. She was fucking magnificent. My memory hadn't exaggerated this part of her either. She'd refined her art too it seemed. It happens suddenly, but not unexpectedly. "Charlie, I'm going to come." I look down at her to see her gazing up at me with a sinful look in her eye, urging me on.