“It’s enough to send a spike of sensation through me, and enough to make him push out this delicious sound. It’s like an oh with the smooth bits sawn off, all rough and guttural and so good to hear.” — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“His head went back, on the stroke up, again. When he finally looked back at her hands still on him, and his cock all neatly wrapped, his words came out gravelly, and wondering. “What a strange notion.” “You won’t miss… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“Are you fucking kidding me? How do you get this wet? Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ. I don’t even…ohhhhh God. It’s all over your legs.… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share
“Am I … not what you were expecting?” Of course, my immediate instinct is to say no. No, you’re not what I was expecting.… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share
“No, baby,” he said. “I ain’t never satisfied when it comes to you. Even when I’m right there touching you, I want more of… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share
“shakily. She tried not to grin, even though it was straining at her face. He wanted to play this seriously—to keep his rules while… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share
“God his voice sounded like pouring cream. All rich and thick and good, so good.” — Charlotte Stein Copy Share
“Oh God – accountability . Is there anything sexier on a man? Actual apologies . I could drown in him, I could.” — Charlotte Stein Copy Share
“Their legs tangle together real easy. His hand goes over hers, fingers interlacing. So natural, too, as though they’d never said a harsh word… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share
“You know it feels good. I can hardly geta…I don’t even…” There was something amusing about watching him trying to form a coherent sen-tence.… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share
“You are a strange people. So loving, yet so lonely, inside. I would lie awake at night and gaze up at the dark blue… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share
“She loved him for doing things like calling her such a goof. He said it with such warmth and affection, as though her being… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share
“Just that one word—sound—sent a strong answering pulse through her body. His tongue curled around syllables that weren’t there, like a promise. This is… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share
“There’s just the memory of that time he walked in on her while she was dressing, and afterward couldn’t string a sentence together. And… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share
“And yet I feel I have to ask: if this is all the case, and you are so little and so weak … why… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share
