Chapter 27: Chapter 27

Heartbroken to see him say that about himself, Charlie wanted more than ever to go to him and comfort him, but she knew she couldn't. That sentence had made that very clear. So, after carefully closing the door, her legs still shaking from the intensity of that killer orgasm and the emotion of knowing that he wanted her so badly, Charlie went to sit on the bed, trying to recover as quickly as possible, so that he didn't suspect what had happened when he got back to the room. Stripping off her ruined panties and spreading her thighs over the sheet, Charlie began using the corners of his own shirt to wipe her swollen pussy, soaking the fabric with her juices and feeling yet another spasm of pleasure course through her at the thought of him ever One day he would wear that shirt and rub the pleasure of it against his body.

Fortunately, she was more composed and had already hidden her soaked panties in her suitcase when he walked out the bathroom door, dressed in sweatpants and a T-shirt. Attentive as he was to his every move, it didn't escape her notice that his face was flushed and not just from the hot shower water, as she well knew. For the next few minutes, he didn't even make a move to look or speak to her, methodically rummaging through the suitcase with his back to her, even though he didn't seem to be looking for anything in particular. To Charlie's surprise, the longer she watched him, the more that behavior seemed oddly familiar. Could it be... had this happened before? Had he ever masturbated near her without her ever realizing it?

Spurred on by this new information about him, Charlie began to replay in her mind the times in the past that she had seen him with that same lost expression and those slightly rosy cheeks, avoiding his gaze as much as possible. Come to think of it, maybe the first time she'd seen him act like that had been on her 18th birthday, when she'd dressed specifically to try to make him lust after her…and she thought she'd failed. Now, though, thinking about the way he'd bolted to the bathroom suddenly that day and then come back with his eyes glued to the floor, avoiding meeting her gaze as much as possible, Charlie realized that maybe that night had been a nightmare. big success.

Nearly bursting with elation, Charlie needed a moment to recover before she finally managed to normalize her voice enough to ask him, as naively as she could.

" You are not hungry? I've been waiting for you... " she nodded towards the plates on the table, when he finally glanced at her, even if only from the corner of his eye " Come on, I'm starving! “ she encouraged him, excited.

And it was true. Her orgasm had gotten her appetite back.

"Uh, yeah, sure..." Practically shuffling, Morgan walked slowly over to the table as she followed, bouncing along behind him while wondering if he'd realize she wasn't wearing any panties when he recovered enough to look at her. really “Charlie, uh…” he gulped as he sat up, his head fully turned downwards “Did you happen to need to use the bathroom while I was taking a shower or something?"

" What?" She gasped slightly, but luckily managed to disguise her expression quickly enough before it became more suspicious. “No, why? Did you hear something?"

" No, it's nothing. I just thought I heard something at the bathroom door when I was taking my shower and I wondered if it could have been you… But forget about it, it's silly. It must have been my impression. “ he amended one sentence to another quickly, starting to eat his dinner.

“Great, it’s a haunted hotel!" she scoffed, trying to make him relax a bit, though Morgan didn't do much more than give her a shy smile, still not meeting her eyes.

However, Charlie was not put down. Probably not even if Samantha appeared in the room at that moment would be enough to make the joy and determination she felt dissipate. It was okay that he didn't want to talk to her, for now. To be honest, he even deserved a moment to recover after the moments the two of them had shared, even if only she knew it. She had enough persistence and motivation to act for both of them, after all. The poor thing was barely going to know what had hit him when she managed to make him turn all that dirty, secret talk he was having with himself in the shower into reality.

So she remained as still as he was while they both ate, watching as little by little the color left his face and the tension left his shoulders, until he was slowly returning to his normal self, attentive and sweet as a ever. It was amazing how you couldn't even guess that he wanted to have sex with her when he acted like that.

“ Their food really is as good as the recommendations said. “ he was the first to, finally, break the silence between the two, lifting his face to face her with complete tranquility “When things are calmer, we should stay here again and enjoy it a little more. I hear they have an amazing heated pool too."

" It would be great!" Charlie accepted his suggestion with a smile, relieved that he already seemed to be back to normal.

That meant she was already free to push his limits a little further.

“ Today has been quite a day…” she yawned, stretching for a long time, making sure her breasts were as exposed as possible by the neckline she had opened in her shirt, while puffing out her chest “I would love to have time to swim in the water. pool..." especially if the two were together and naked, preferably "But I confess that I need to sleep a little."

" It is clear. “ he readily agreed, getting up and starting to organize the dirty dishes on the wheelbarrow nearby “In a moment I'm going to put this outside and take a pillow and blanket off the bed so I can sleep on the couch, while you settle..."

“ I thought we had this sorted out when we were at reception. “ She raised an eyebrow at him, sullenly “ There is no reason for you to spend the night sleeping in an uncomfortable place, when we could accommodate a whole family in that bed."

" Charlie, days ago we only slept together because you needed emotional support..." Morgan shook his head, disturbed " Now the situation is very different, so I don't think it would be appropriate..."

" Dont be silly! “ she interrupted him, trying to be indifferent “ There's nothing inappropriate about us sleeping on each different side of the bed. Besides, from now on we're going to live under the same roof for a whole year, remember?" and they would live a lifetime, if she succeeded in her plan “ You need to get over that sense of morality of yours. Now you're a married man and you can't be ashamed of being with your wife!"

“ It's one thing to be husband and wife to other people..." he disagreed, his jaw tense “An entirely different thing is how we're going to choose to act behind closed doors..."

“This is all why you consider it so wrong to share a bed with me." she stretched her lower lip into the kind of pout that, from what she was starting to realize, he seemed to have a hard time resisting “Or… Could it be that you just don't want to be around me?"

“ No, that's not why! “ he started to justify himself, panicking at the fake sadness in her eyes “ It's just that... I mean... It could cause problems..."

“What nonsense. “ she laughed, delighted “ I'm not going to sleep next to anyone. I will be with you. What else could happen?" She pretended to ask a rhetorical question, even though she not only knew very well what could happen, but what she wanted to happen.

“Well, uh... Yeah, yeah, you're right." he gulped, nodding half-heartedly as he scratched the back of his neck “It's not like anything bad could happen..."

" That's right." She agreed, lying down on the bed and starting to fluff the pillow that was next to her “Now stop being so hardheaded and come lie down at once." Charlie invited him, with a purr, however, when he turned around, she realized that his eyes were glazed on her waist.

Glancing down, she saw that the slightly rumpled hem of his shirt still covered her nakedness and it took her a moment to realize that, probably, as she shifted on top of the bed, probably some of the fabric must have lifted and he had probably had gained a privileged view of her bare ass, or even all of it. And she hadn't even meant to show herself off to him like that.

It really was her lucky day.

“Charlie… You…” he growled through gritted teeth, looking suffocated “You…"

" Yes?" she tilted her head to the side and smiled, pretending to be purer than the first snowflake of winter “Is there a problem?"

“No, I... I think I'm just too tired, that's all." he sighed, walking to the bed “I think you're right, we better get some sleep… Before I end up having a stroke. she thought she heard him mutter that last sentence, over his breath."

“Good night then, husband. “ feeling much more comfortable than usual taking that kind of initiative, Charlie flew on top of him as soon as Morgan lay down beside him, wrapping her arms around his neck so he could plant a kiss on his cheek “ Thanks for having made this day perfect. And thank you especially for taking me to the hot-style chapel." she laughed "Have sweet dreams."

“Uh… W-good…” he swallowed, his face on fire, touching the spot where she'd kissed him with his fingertips. “Goodnight to you too, Charlie."

" Wife." She corrected, with the sole intention of needling him, but her heart ended up racing, when Morgan smiled sweetly.

" You're right." To her complete surprise, he imitated her, leaning in to place a soft kiss on the top of her forehead. “Sweet dreams, wife."

Saying that, he lay down on the bed and pulled the blanket up almost to his chin, turning with his face to the wall and his back to the steering wheel, like a child afraid of the boogeyman. Enjoying himself immensely, Charlie stretched her legs out on the bed like a starfish, knowing full well that the position would put her on the verge of invading his personal space. And Morgan seemed to realize it too, as he spent most of the next hours tossing and turning in bed, like a fish out of water, trying his best to put a little more space between the two of them, without Charlie allowing it.

Sadly, though, Charlie discovered that she hadn't actually been lying when she'd told him that the day had left her exhausted. Gradually, as much as she wanted to stay awake insisting on rubbing against Morgan, as the night progressed, her eyelids began to feel heavy and she realized that, in fact, she would fall asleep sooner or later. For that reason, much more for the simple pleasure that it would give her than really because she thought that at some point in the night he would turn around to face her, Charlie took the sheet a little and left her bottom uncovered in his direction, in front of her. a silent invitation that she knew Morgan would not accept. At least not for now.

Or so she had imagined.