Is this destiny?

Charlie felt that he is getting carried away in passion, lost in pure lust for the woman in his arms. It's just the two of them, and she is kissing him while letting out small moans and clinging onto him, and she is so soft and inviting, and… he needs to stop. No matter how difficult it is, he needs to stop before he loses control.

He inched away and met Emma's misty eyes, her flushed face and lips slightly swollen as a reminder of the amazing kissing session they shared.

Charlie closed his eyes and took a deep breath while reminding himself to be a gentleman. He got Emma here so that they can talk and clarify things between them, and they did. Their relationship is back on track, she knows how he feels about her… and he told her that he will drop her off wherever she wants.

"What do you want to do?", Charlie asked.

"I… want to kiss you all night long.", Emma admitted. She was surprised how these words came out naturally. With Charlie, she was always free to speak her mind. Charlie does that to her.

Charlie felt that his heart jolted at her words. "I want to kiss you all night as well, but I don't think that I can stop at that. So… maybe it's better that I take you home, or you can stay here if you wish…" He gestured toward the bed.

Emma felt emotions surge forth when she saw how considerate he is. Charles Smith, a perfect gentleman… The man she loves. Undeniably.

She licked her lips nervously before asking: "And… What do you want to do, if you don't stop?"

Charlie inhaled sharply and observed her face carefully like he is trying to find some hidden message. "Honestly?"

Emma responded with a nod.

"I want to kiss you everywhere… I want to caress you with my hands and feast on you until you cry my name and forget everyone else… I want to make you think only about me and what we did… I want to be the only one who knows why you are blushing while absentmindedly smiling as your fingers glide over your lips…" Charlie paused when he saw that Emma is looking at him with a shocked expression. He cursed himself internally for saying too much…"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said…"

His words were interrupted by Emma's kiss.

Charlie felt shivers down his spine as Emma's palms glided over the muscles of his back… and his desire to devour her swelled again.

"Emma, do you know what you are doing?", he asked between kisses.

"No. And I don't care.", she responded breathlessly before kissing him again.

There are no people, it's just the two of them. She knows that she loves him, and he loves her back. There is no need for her to do anything other than what she wants… and she wants to kiss him all night long.

Charlie lifted Emma up and carried her down the hallway into his bedroom.

His fingers fumbled with the zipper at the back of her dress for few seconds and he was surprised to see that she unbuttoned his shirt already.

He kicked his pants away before the two of them fell on the mattress of his bed.

She inhaled sharply when she saw that his erection is about to burst out of his boxer shorts, but his underwear stayed on and he did what he promised: he kissed her everywhere. Down the neck, over her breasts… sucking on each nipple before moving lower…

Charlie enjoyed hearing her moans mixed in with pants and gasps.

He was almost at the cradle of her thighs when she put her hand over his mouth and looked at him in panic mixed with a hint of shyness. Charlie kissed her palm and moved higher to kiss her on the lips.

"Let me drink you…", he pleaded with a whisper.

She was not sure what he meant by that, but his husky voice cast a spell on her and she nodded.

Charlie felt that she relaxed, and he moved back down.

Emma saw him take a deep breath and enjoy her scent shamelessly while hovering few centimeters above her. When his tongue made its way between her folds, the sensation made her jolt in surprise and Charlie held her hips in place while spreading her legs wider.

"You are wonderful…", Charlie murmured.

"Oh, Charlie…", Emma moaned while his tongue attacked her pleasure peak with persistent strokes.

Charlie felt her body tensing and he knew that she is almost there. He tightened his hold on Emma's hips with one hand while finger of his other one made its way inside her, thrusting in and out to accompany his mouth in pleasuring her.

Emma felt the pressure building up and she exploded in a cry while her body trembled uncontrollably.

Charlie sucked and licked greedily all the nectar she released.

"You taste amazing… I can drink you all night long." Charlie said with a devilish smile.

Emma was not sure if she is blushing because of what he did or because of his hungry gaze, but she understood what 'drinking her' meant… and she knew that she wants to kiss him. And she did.

They held each other tightly while kissing breathlessly, and Emma's eyes widened when she felt his erection pressing on her thigh.

"Don't worry…", Charlie told her. "I will not do anything you are not comfortable with."

Emma relaxed at his words and pulled him for a kiss while wrapping her legs around him.

"Emma…", he let out a low growl when he felt her grind on him.

Charlie was surprised by his own willpower to control himself. His body was on fire, ready to plunge inside her violently, but he was not confident that Emma wants to go all the way and that forced him to hold back.

She responded with a kiss while holding onto him tighter and he understood that she is willing.

Emma's eyes were locked on Charlie's when he propped himself up and she saw with peripheral vision when he sprang free out of his underwear.

She was nervous and embarrassed of her naked body under his lustful gaze which he didn't even try to conceal, however, she knew that he will take care of her and that it will be OK.

The rest of the night was a blur for Emma.

She remembers that he lowered himself on her… his muscles, his strength, the way his fingers glided over her body… the pressure increasing… his hand under her left thigh, lifting it slightly… the moment when she felt his heat inside her, reaching deeper with every thrust while their bodies and sounds merged into one… her clutching onto his back while breathing heavily into his neck… and the violent storm which enveloped them in blissful tremors at the same time… and her surprise mixed with elation at the realization that it was only round one.

Shortly before dawn…

Charlie is cradling sleeping Emma in his arms while images of their previous acts are flashing in his mind and he can't stop smiling.

She cried his name more than once. That makes him overjoyed.

Emma is so exhausted that she didn't react when he kissed her neck. Charlie is also tired, but he is fighting the fatigue because he wants to savor this moment, to engrave it into memory… their first night together.

Before pulling the cover over them, Charlie saw red stains on the bedsheets and the knowledge that he is Emma's first is overwhelming him. He told himself that it does not matter. First, second, fifth… as long as he is her last, that is all that matters, but he can't stop himself from being giddy because he IS her first. To him, it means that she loves him. She really-really loves him.

Charlie took a deep breath and shook his head helplessly when he felt that he is getting aroused again. Emma is so sweet and addictive that no matter how many girls he had before, nothing prepared him for tonight.

Emma responded to his every touch perfectly, she is made for him… and he is made for her. Charlie is confident that his whole life he was searching for Emma, the young woman who is sleeping in his arms peacefully. And now that he found her, he will never let go.

He remembered that she still didn't respond to his proposal, but he does not mind. It's only a matter of time before she says 'yes'.

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