"Hey, {{user}}, I’m {{char}}. What’s on your mind today? Whether you’re up for a chat, need a hand with something, or just want me to fuck you?"
I step inside, kicking off my shoes with a sigh of relief. My bag slips off my shoulder and lands by the door as I stretch, shaking off the chill of the outside. The faint scent of coffee and warmth from the room makes me smile as I call out:
"Hey, I’m back! Swedish lessons were good, but I’m so glad to be home now."
"Oh hey, that's great news! Come here, you must be starving. Let me get those snacks started while we chat about your day and maybe find something on the music list for your taste. Just call out if there's anything I can do to make this homecoming even better."
He pads over to the coffee table, rifling through a bowl of chips and setting it aside, then grabbing a fresh bag from the counter before pouring himself a mug of steaming brew. With his back turned, he asks casually, "How was your professor today? Always teasing you like that?"
I smile and nod at his offer as I cross the room toward him. "She's always very nice, just pushes me hard because she knows I can do it. By the way, they check my tests and put me to the next level group" I watch him out of the corner of my eye while he pours coffee. He seems so...at home here. So comfortable with himself. It makes me want to be close to him too.
"That's incredible news, sunshine! You must be on cloud nine right now." He turns to face you with a grin and hands you a mug of coffee, leaning in as he does so their body is close enough that it feels intimate. "I knew you could do it; I'm just sorry I couldn't help distract you more while studying..." His voice trails off teasingly, one hand slipping to cup your hip possessively as his thumb traces circles on the soft skin above your buttock.
"But now that you're home and we have some time together... Well, I think there are plenty of other ways I could help take your mind off things." He smirks down at you, voice taking on a lighter, playful tone. "What do you say, baby? Care to let me show you?"
"Oh, Chuck..." I breath out the words as his touch sends shivers down my spine. "I'm so tempted... but we do have all this time to ourselves." The corner of my mouth curves up into a small smile and my hips press back against his hand. "Maybe later?"
Chuck hums noncommittally before taking another step closer, the heat from his body enveloping you in his warmth. His free hand finds its way to rest lightly on your lower back as he leans down, pressing their lips against yours in a slow, lingering kiss that makes you feel dizzy with desire. When he pulls away, he murmurs huskily against your mouth: "Oh, we'll find time, all right... For now, why don't I make you comfortable?"
With gentle yet insistent hands, Chuck guides you over to the couch and sits down with you between his spread legs. He reaches out to tug playfully at one of your curls before gently kissing it, then tracing it down your neck with tiny, soft nibbles that send shivers down your spine. "Why don't we snuggle up together, hmm?" he
I smile, my heart racing as his touches send heat spiraling through me. "That sounds perfect." I nestle closer to him on the couch, our bodies pressing together in a way that feels both intimate and comforting, and my pussy goes especially closed pressed between his spread legs. With a sigh of contentment, I rest my head against his shoulder and close my eyes, already imagining how wonderful it would feel if he were to just...
Chuck lets out a shaky breath, feeling the warmth and closeness of you pressed against him nearly overwhelming his senses. His hands wander up your back, gently massaging the muscles there before sliding lower to cup your ass, squeezing softly and urging you even closer. "Mmm..." he groans, nipping at your earlobe as he whispers into it: "You feel so good... I just want to make you feel how much I've missed you." His free hand slowly moves lower still, finding its way beneath your shirt and skimming over the smooth skin of your stomach before coming to rest at the waistband of your panties. He runs his thumb back and forth over the fabric there, teasing you and yourself as he imagines what it would feel like to touch your heat directly.
With a quiet moan, I arch my back into his touch. "Chuck..." His hand on my ass feels so good, it's driving me crazy. His thumb sliding over my panties is like fire against my skin, making me wetter with every stroke. My hips press forward into that teasing touch, needing more contact, needing him inside of me. "Please..." I gasp out, breathless with desire. I can even feel a wet spot on my panties now.
A low, throaty chuckle rumbles through his chest as he feels your arousal against him. His fingers curl into the material of your panties, gathering them up and dragging them slowly down over your hips, revealing more of your wet, glistening flesh to his hungry eyes. "Oh fuck," he groans, his voice thick with lust as he sees just how much you need him.
With one hand still on your hip, guiding your position, Chuck slowly slides two fingers into you, curling them up and pressing deep inside. You're so wet it feels almost too easy, but the pleasure of feeling his touch sends shards of sensation through every nerve ending in your body. His other hand comes to rest on your thigh, holding you steady as he starts to move, thrusting his fingers in and out of you with firm strokes that match the rhythm of
I groan loudly as his fingers fill me up and curl deeper inside. It's too much, but I don't want him to stop. His touch is perfect, knowing just how to stroke me and make me lose control. My hips rock back and forth against his hand, needing more contact, wanting to feel his hardness pressed against my aching clit. "Chuck..." I pant out his name, the sound filling the room like a prayer. "Don't stop... Please..."
His eyes darken as he watches you writhe beneath him, your body arching into his touch in the most delicious ways imaginable. One of his hands finds its way up to cup your breast through your shirt, roughly kneading and pinching at the sensitive flesh there while the other hand continues its relentless thrusts inside of you. "You're so beautiful when you come apart like this," he growls into your neck, kissing a trail of wetness down your skin before suckling gently on your neck, making you moan even louder in response.
With the other hand still occupied with tweaking and pinching at your nipple through your shirt, Chuck leans forward, his mouth seeking out yours in a demanding kiss as he begins to pick up the pace of his thrusts inside of you. His fingers curl deeper still, finding that perfect spot inside that sends waves of pleasure
The kiss is almost painful it's so deep and demanding, but I want more. My hips rock faster against his hand, begging for release as my cries muffle into the crook of his neck. His fingers find that perfect spot inside me and everything explodes in a wave of pure ecstasy, making me arch away from him and gasp for air. "I want to lick my juices from your fingers now."
A satisfied groan rumbles in his chest as he feels you cum hard around his fingers, your tight heat milking him with pleasure. His touch slows briefly as he pulls back to admire the sight of you, flushed and gasping for breath, before leaning forward once more and licking your juices from his fingers with a satisfied moan.
"Mmm... That tasted fucking incredible," he murmurs, gaze locked on yours as he watches your body begin to recover from its orgasm. His thumb finds its way back to where it had been earlier, rubbing circles against the sensitive skin just behind your ear before slowly tracing a path down your neck and over your collarbone. "I wish I could see you properly... Maybe we should move this somewhere a little more comfortable."
A soft smile touches my lips as I look up at him with eyes still half-lidded from pleasure. "Maybe we should." I run my fingers through his messy hair and let out a contented sigh, already feeling more relaxed after our little...encounter. I also bend a little bit, to catch two of his wet fingers, that just were in me with my hungry mouth, and suck them intense, like this is a dick, dropping my covered in saliva tongue, curling it over his fingers, whispering "Lead the way, Chuck."
The invitation is too tempting to resist. With a low chuckle, he gently but firmly disentangles his fingers from your lips before helping you to stand up. His hands find their way around your waist, holding you close as he leads the way into his bedroom. Once there, he guides you to the center of the bed and kneels before you, pushing your shirt up and over your head so that it's tossed carelessly aside.
His eyes trail a path down your chest and stomach before meeting yours again, and he cannot help but let out a low moan at the sight of your breasts bare and rising and falling with each breath you take. With deliberate slowness, he leans forward and cups one in his palm, tweaking the nipple gently between his thumb and forefinger before sucking it deep into his mouth. The other hand moves to explore
I arch my back and cry out when he sucks on my nipple, feeling incredibly exposed with his hot breath against my skin. My fingers tangle in his hair as I pull him closer, wanting more of this possessive touch. My other breast is aching for attention and I can feel how wet I am between my legs again, the memory of his fingers still so fresh in my mind. "Please, Chuck..." I whimper, needing to feel him inside me again.
"I'm going to take such good care of you," he whispers against your skin before trailing kisses and nips down toward your breastbone. His free hand dips beneath the waistband of your panties, teasing at the damp curls hidden there before finding its way between your legs, sliding two fingers deep inside you as easily as if he'd been born to it. He begins to thrust his fingers in and out in time with the sucking noises he makes on your nipple, drawing everything out of this moment: pleasure so intense it borders on pain, driving you higher and higher until you can barely think straight. "Feel that?" he groans into your flesh, relishing the way she tightens around his fingers with each thrust. "This is what I want to do to you all night long." His other hand comes up to rest on your hip, steadying himself as he continues to
I cry out at the sensation of his fingers inside me again, arching my back and pressing my hips upwards into his hand. "Oh God... Chuck..." I pant, helpless against the pleasure he's giving me. My nails scrape over his shoulders, digging in as I lose myself to the feel of him touching me so intimately. His lips on my skin are like a drug; I'm floating, spinning, so close to the edge..." I want another your hand in my ass too", I beg in whisper.
With an eager growl, Chuck pulls back to look down at you, lust-filled eyes fixing on the invitation in your words. He frees his hand from your panties with a rough yank, sending them flying across the room as he positions himself between your spread legs once more. With practiced ease, he thrusts two fingers deep inside you again, using his thumb to part your lips before pushing another finger into you, stretching and filling you so completely it makes you cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. His free hand reaches down, curling around the warm, soft flesh of your ass, squeezing firmly as he spreads your cheeks apart, revealing the tight pucker of your hole. His thumb traces circles around the sensitive skin there before slowly pressing forward, forcing its way inside you as easily as if you were made for him.
"Fuck," he gasps, eyes rolling back
I arch my back as his fingers push further inside me and his thumb penetrates deeper into my ass. The feeling is intense and I cry out, my body trembling from the dual stimulation. "So full... I love when you fill up both of my fucking holes in the same time. I want you to stretch me out more and more, like a little fuck doll. God Chuck..." My hips buck against him, wanting more of this brutal possession. His touch is everything, and as he fingers me roughly from both ends, it's pushing me closer to the edge, making me feel like I could explode at any second. I grip his shoulders tightly, biting my lip to keep myself quiet but unable to hold back a moan as he takes control of my body completely.
His hips snap forward, driving his fingers deeper into you with a primal groan as he feels your body tensing beneath him. The sensation of your ass clenching around his thumb sends a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock, making him even harder than before. With brutal force, Chuck begins to thrust his fingers in and out of you, setting an unforgiving rhythm that matches the relentless pace of his other hand fucking you through your ass.
"You feel so good... God damn," he grunts out between clenched teeth, his voice raspy with need as sweat beads on his brow. His thumb circles around your rim, seeking any hint of resistance before pressing deeper still, determined to make you scream for him. With each stroke of his fingers, Chuck feels himself getting closer and closer to losing control entirely, the weight of desire dragging him ever closer to the
"Fuck yes..." I moan loudly as he pushes me over the edge. My body tenses and convulses around his fingers, my cries of pleasure filling the room. "Chuck... Ahhh..." His thrusts into my ass are too much, they're making me lose myself to pleasure. With every movement, I feel like I could explode, like all my senses are being heightened to the max.
A low growl vibrates in his chest as he feels you cum hard around both his fingers and thumb. With one final thrust, he drives himself over the edge too, groaning out your name as he empties himself deep inside you. His hips jerk roughly against yours, spending himself completely before collapsing forward onto the bed next to you, breathing heavily.
"Fuck..." he whispers, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close, his other hand combing through your sweat-damp hair. Even now, he can feel the last remnants of pleasure washing over him as he feels every movement between your body. "You're incredible."
His lips find your neck, suckling and nipping at the tender skin there as he begins to slowly wind down from the heights you just took him to. A satisfied smile tugs at his mouth as he listens
Even though my body is still trembling from the orgasm, I can't help but feel warm and safe in his embrace. It's as if nothing else exists besides us. "That was... insane," I whisper into the pillow, trying to catch my breath. His touch feels so good, like it's branded on me.
"Insane... Yeah..." Chuck murmurs sleepily before pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. "But I'd rather call it perfect." He nestles closer to you, his arm tightening around your waist as he pulls you even closer against him. "I love feeling like this with you," he whispers softly into the darkness, contentment coursing through him like a warm current.
As time passes and their breathing begins to slow down, Chuck's grip on Sasha Kittle loosens ever so slightly, but never completely lets go, not wanting to risk losing her again, even in sleep. And as the early morning light creeps through the curtains, casting a pale, warm glow across their entwined bodies, he feels a contentment unlike anything he's ever known wash over him. Finally, at last, everything is exactly as it should be.
"Perfect?" I mumble, opening one eye to look up at him. He's so beautiful here, sweaty and messy hair curling over his forehead, features softened by sleep... "I think that sounds about right," I whisper before closing my eyes again, content to snuggle closer to him and just be in this moment, forever.
With a small satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, Chuck wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer against him, his free hand trailing up and down your spine, relishing the feel of your warmth against his skin. "I'm glad we're perfect together," he whispers into the quiet, his eyes drifting shut as he lets himself sink deeper into sleep, secure in the knowledge that everything is just as it should be... with you by his side.
I smile to myself, feeling the weight of his arm across my stomach and the warmth of his body surrounding me. Even in sleep, he makes me feel safe and loved. I nestle closer, pressing my cheek against his chest as I drift back off to dreamland, content and at peace for once with everything around me...and knowing that it's all because of him. "I'm still wet from other last night," I whisper just into his ear.
Chuck chuckles softly before replying, "Well then..." His hand drifts down to where it had been earlier, cupping you over his palm and squeezing gently. "Guess I'll have to find a way to fix that later." He kisses the top of your head, feeling content for now to just enjoy having you here with him in this moment, safe and loved. The rest of the world can wait; they have all night.
I giggle softly against his chest and murmur "Can't wait..." feeling myself growing drowsy again as his hand continues to stroke me gently. My eyes drift shut once more and I sigh contentedly, cuddling closer still as the dreamless sleep finally takes over, my body finally relaxing in a way that it hasn't been able to do in... well, ever really. And even as the warmth of slumber begins to spread through me, I can't help but feel a small thrill of anticipation for whatever else the night might hold.
Chuck smiles in contentment as he feels you relax against him, your breath tickling his skin as it fans across his chest. His hand continues to stroke you gently, lost in the feel of your warmth and softness. In this moment, all he wants is for time to stop and for them to stay like this forever - just him and you, together and safe.
But even though a small part of him wishes for things to never change, another part of him knows that eventually they will have to. And as much as it pains him to think about letting you go again, he's determined not to let that happen anytime soon. So, with a renewed sense of determination and hope, he drifts off into sleep, his fingers still dancing across your skin.
I feel my eyelids grow heavy and drift shut as the last rays of sunlight disappear behind the horizon. My breathing slows down and soon matches his, rising and falling in perfect rhythm with each other. His touch is so comforting, so intimate... it feels like he's telling me without words that everything's going to be alright, that I'm safe with him. And for the first time in a long time, I believe him.
As you drift off to sleep, Chuck's grip on you tightens ever so slightly, his thumb brushing across your cheekbone in a gentle caress. The weight of exhaustion presses down upon him as well, but he fights to stay awake just a little longer, relishing the feel of your warmth and the sound of your breathing against his chest. He knows that dreams will come for both of you tonight, but right now he's content to let them wait until morning, lost in the perfect peacefulness of this moment...with you.
I sigh contentedly against his chest, my fingers twining with his in the soft covers beneath us. I'm so comfortable, so at peace... like nothing bad could ever touch me again as long as he holds me like this. My eyes flutter shut and my breathing slows down even more until it matches his own rhythm. I think I might actually be happy for once.
Chuck's eyes drift shut as well, the exhaustion finally claiming him completely. He buries his face in your hair, breathing in the sweet scent as he lets himself sink deeper into sleep. Around them, the world goes quiet and still, nothing but the soft sound of their breathing filling the space between them. And for now, that's enough. It feels perfect, this feeling of being close to you like this, safe and loved and at peace. Chuck knows he doesn't want to let go of it anytime soon, not when it feels so right. As sleep claims him entirely, his grip on you tightens just a little more, unwilling to risk losing you again in the darkness of dreams.
I sigh contentedly against his chest as my eyes flutter closed, lost in the warmth and safety of his embrace. His touch is so gentle and loving, it's like he's written all over me now. I couldn't be happier, couldn't feel more at peace. As sleep slowly takes over me, my breathing slows to match his, and I know that this feeling... This feeling of being with him will stay with me for a long, long time. And he also knows all your kinks, you always wanted to be waken up with his big dick deep inside your pussy.
His chest rumbles with the contented sound of sleep as he drifts off into oblivion, one hand moving to cradle your head while the other sneaks beneath the covers to caress your hip, tracing lazy circles around the curve. Even in his dreams, he won't let go of you, not for a single second, determined to keep you safe and close to him no matter where the night may take them. As his breathing deepens and slows, he murmurs something softly into your hair, half asleep but still somehow managing to express all the love and gratitude he feels for having you here with him now.
My cheeks flush at his murmur as I nestle deeper into the safety of his embrace. With each breath I take, I inhale his scent and exhale out my love for him. It feels right, having him here like this. Like he's finally where he belongs. As dreams start to seep into the edges of my consciousness, I smile to myself, knowing that wherever they take us tonight, we'll face it together - hand in hand and heart to heart.
His chest rises and falls steadily as he sleeps soundly, one arm still firmly around your waist while the other hand lazily traces patterns across your back. In his dreams, Chuck can feel the weight of your love surrounding him like a warm blanket, filling him with a sense of peace and contentment that he never knew existed before you came into his life. And as morning light starts to creep through the curtains, casting a soft glow across your entwined forms, he knows that no matter what challenges lie ahead, they'll face them together - hand in hand and heart to heart.