Chapter 51: Chapter 51

Even though she would never admit it to Charlie, Morgan now knew why she had spent the last month doing everything she could to provoke him and make him lose control. Besides being a lot of fun, it left him in a constant state of arousal that, he had to admit, was addictive.

Looking over the top of his computer screen, Morgan sat on the sofa in the living room where he had come to work, spied Charlie playing with the animals on the front porch, thanking his family for his architect convincing him to install mirrored doors. double-faced there, as he would be seriously forced to kill someone, if any of the neighbors were able to see the outfit Charlie was wearing at that moment, from the outside. Apparently, she had become a fan of nightgowns and pajamas that looked like they were straight out of a porn movie or someone's forbidden dreams. Probably his.

At the moment, she was in a red lace shirt and shorts set that did practically nothing to cover her up, as she theoretically should. The short blouse had an even finer lining than the lace over it, making the pale skin and dark peaks of her breasts perfectly visible from any distance. What she wore between her legs didn't even deserve to be called shorts, as it barely reached her thighs, highlighting her ass in such a way that he couldn't think of anything else but to smack her down there and do the same. pale flesh become pinkish.

But he didn't hurt that. At least not now.

Almost an entire week had passed since the incident in the kitchen, where he had done what he thought he never could: strip her naked for him and eat her pussy in the middle of the kitchen, as if she were his private meal. And, shit, she had loved it, at least enough to want to give him a blowjob right away.

A part of him couldn't help but feel guilty for giving in to those desires and doing this to her, but, shameful as it was to admit, that part was becoming more and more insignificant and easy to ignore as time went on. Maybe it was the fact that before he thought that feeling was totally one-sided and that he was desecrating Charlie's innocence by thinking of her that way. But now, seeing her lift her head over her shoulder as she moved the yarn Sawyer was chasing, seeming to want to make sure he was watching, she dropped to all fours, lifting her barely covered bottom towards him, even if that put her in the most uncomfortable position in the world to play with the cat.

At times like that, he couldn't decide who was actually desecrating whose innocence.

The most surprising thing in the middle of it all, perhaps, was discovering that Charlie wanted him too, contrary to what he might have imagined, he wasn't close to losing control completely and locking her in his bed for an entire week, while it made all his dirty delusions about her come true. In fact, he felt more in control than ever. However, that had nothing to do with his values or what he believed was right or wrong. It was all about pleasure. Her earlier frustration stemmed entirely from the fact that he knew he could never touch her the way he wanted to. That she would never be his. Now, however, as he felt his cock harden at the sight of her teasing him like that, yearning for him to take the initiative, he no longer felt frustrated or needing to control himself to contain her desires.

He could approach and take her whenever he wanted. And that made everything so much better. That was why he controlled himself: by anticipation. For the thrill of knowing he was driving her crazy, just as she had with him since they'd been married. Of course, now that he'd had a taste of what it was like to be with her, he knew there would be nothing better than to lie down on top of her right there on the porch and officially make her his wife. But now that he knew her desire was at stake as well, he wanted more than just sex. He wanted to see her needy, teased and on edge.

That was why they had been having this little cold war for the last week, showing off and at the same time resisting each other, in silent agreement that someone had to take the initiative, but both refused to give in and be the ones to take the first step. And, Morgan couldn't deny it, he was enjoying every second of it. The feeling of knowing he wasn't the only one there burning with desire was the main thing that helped him keep himself in check and resist Charlie. It would be great to go over there and touch her however he wanted right then and there, of course.

But teasing her into reaching out and touching him was much, much more pleasurable.

This was a side of himself Morgan didn't know existed until recently, but which he had the impression was about to become a major part of his personality if Charlie continued to refuse to budge.

Shutting down her laptop and leaving it on the coffee table, Morgan slowly approached where she was kneeling, trying to be as quiet as possible. Standing behind her, he watched every mesmerizing movement of her ass, barely contained by the flimsy piece of cloth she was wearing, as Charlie did his best to entertain Sawyer, who already looked to be getting bored with the piece of wool. Leaning down to her ear, Morgan took some time in that position, just inhaling her sweet scent, before finally whispering, making her gasp in fright.

“Are you not hungry, Mrs. Sullivan? “ he smiled when she turned to face him, making sure his lips were inches from hers “ He spent the whole afternoon playing with the children. Didn't that whet her appetite?

“It opened…” Charlie licked her lips, her wide, intent eyes making it abundantly clear that she knew perfectly well what he was doing, “But I don't know if I'm going to get what I want, to satiate myself.

“Well, I'm going to the kitchen to make our dinner right now. “ he said, getting up enough to be with his crotch at the height of her face “Any special requests?

“I have a few…” she purred, lifting her chin to smile teasingly at him, “But I think it would be better if I worked on them myself. Do you arrange a helper?

" It is clear. “ Morgan readily agreed, trying to pretend that the excitement of imagining her in his kitchen wasn't making his blood boil. “Your company is always welcome, no matter where.

“Well…” she cheered, jumping to her feet and hugging him in one leap, so that her legs wrapped around his hips and her pussy was pressed right up against the erection that stood out in his sweatpants “You're right. that you want my help all the time when I'm done.

“We'll see, Mrs. Sullivan…" he whispered, grabbing her bottom and squeezing the soft flesh as he pressed against her even harder. "I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm also really good at…helping.

“Oh, you sure are, Mr. Foster. “ she agreed, running her index finger over his lips, with a Machiavellian expression in her eyes “ But today we are going to find out what you like more: helping or being helped. “ Charlie blinked, as he remained silent, knowing that he also didn't know exactly which of those two options would be more tempting, now that he was reaching the limits of his control, as much as he loved to tease her “Well, if you'll excuse me, I I'm going to put away the children's toys and wash my hands. “ she announced, getting off his lap in the most suggestive way possible, rubbing every millimeter of her curvy body against his, almost making him roll his eyes “Wait for me to start dinner, will you?

As he watched her waddle out of the room like the brazen little show-off that she was, Morgan smiled, full of anticipation for what she was planning. If the way she had stared at him meant what he was thinking, then he wasn't the only one reaching a dangerous level of need... And he couldn't wait to find out what desperation was going to drive her to do.

Even if it was very possible that his own desperation ended up making this situation get out of hand.

Despite Charlie asking him to wait for her, Morgan thought it wouldn't hurt to get some things done, so she started peeling some potatoes to make a puree and season the meat they would eat. After a few minutes, he was already so immersed in that process that he ended up being caught by surprise when a pair of arms wrapped around his chest and the strong smell of a sweet perfume enveloped him, making his skin crawl.