Free More Than Lovers by Jess Dee

out and tore the package open. Then she found his scrotum again and proceeded to lick every accessible inch of it as she rolled the condom over his cock.
    And that was the last thing she did to him. The second he was sheathed, Charlie lost it. He had her on her back on the floor in seconds. Her sexy surfer dude paused just long enough to shove her skirt over her hips and bend her knees to her waist, and then he was inside, pounding into her, perspiration dotting his forehead.
    The wooden floor yielded not a bit beneath her back, and Sarah knew there’d be bruises there tomorrow. She didn’t care.
    He took her like a crazed man, driving into her deeper than ever before, pushing her harder, further, faster. Gone was the tender adoration of moments ago. Now his eyes glowed feverishly, and he muttered incoherently.
    The words Sam and mine and marry filtered through his mad ramblings.
    Sarah had no idea what he meant, no idea what he said. All she knew was Sam had no place in her life. No place in her heart. It was full to the brim, overflowing—with Charlie.
    And the harder he drove into her, the more it filled. Oh, yeah. The bet was over. She no longer cared who won or who lost. All that mattered was her and Charlie and the off-the-charts sex that never ceased to blow her mind. The beautiful, tender nights they’d spent sleeping in each other’s arms.
    Charlie grabbed her ankles, placed them on his shoulders—opening her up even wider—and without releasing them, pounded into her harder still. She’d never seen him like this, so out of control, so lost to his physical need. Conversation was beyond him, words meaningless.
    It thrilled her. She was the one who’d pushed him to this state, who’d sent him over the edge. She’d made him respond on base instinct.
    It delighted her to the point of no return. As he grit his teeth together and plunged deeper, Sarah’s orgasm approached. There was no holding it back, no putting it off. Charlie had complete control of her body, of her pleasure, complete control over the tempo and the rhythm, and his rhythm struck something inside, a flame she couldn’t extinguish, didn’t try.
    She just let it steamroll over her. Let the wave of ecstasy take her.
    Sarah came, hard, her senses lost to the rush of extreme pleasure.
    Charlie growled as she broke, as her inner muscles clasped at him, grabbed at his cock, tried to hold him inside her. He clenched his jaw together, gritting his teeth and lost not a beat of his tempo, pounding into her as she convulsed around him.
    And then Charlie groaned and slammed into her one more time before succumbing to an almost violent release. His cock pulsed inside her as he climaxed, pulsed as he shuddered over and over, calling her name. His orgasm increased her pleasure, spun it out endlessly, until exhausted and spent, she collapsed back on the floor, gladly welcoming Charlie’s weight as he collapsed atop her.
    She closed her eyes, shivering in the aftermath, still overwhelmed by the adoration in his gaze. And finally the words she’d really wanted to say to Charlie were there.
    “Don’t need Henry,” she whispered breathlessly as she clung to him. “Don’t need Myles or some doctor, either.” She kissed his neck. “The only person I need, the only one I want, is you, Char.”

Chapter Six
    As it turned out, Sarah did go out with Sam. Two nights later.
    Perhaps her acceptance of his invitation had something to do with his well-timed phone call as she’d walked back into her flat. Or perhaps it had come about as a result of her turbulent thoughts and emotions when the phone rang. But most likely she’d accepted because of the speed and vehemence with which Charlie had jumped off her, denying fervently he was the one she needed.
    Whatever had caused her to say yes to Sam, Sarah found herself sitting in a restaurant across the road from Bronte beach, doing her best to stomach the pasta she’d ordered. She’d had no appetite since her and