WARNING: 18+ SCENE

Yami stared at her for a few seconds, dry swallowed it and approached. He wanted her, wanted her, but if he was going to do something to Charlotte, he should be under complete control of himself and that he didn't know if he had.

"Don't reject me."  She repeated taking a step in his direction, which made their bodies stand close to each other, bumping subtly, almost untouched.

Yami held one of Charlotte's hands and tested her, lifting up to the volume under her pants.

Charlotte shuddered, shrugged her shoulders a little and swerved her blue gaze to where her fingers touched.

"Can you handle it?" Yami asked low, but her hoarse voice made her chills go up the back of the blonde's neck.

Unanswered, since she was speechless, she moved her fingers in a caress on the cloth, making this time the brunette to chill.

He let go of her hand and held her both sides of her face, giving her a strong kiss, while Charlotte dared not take her hand from where she was. Quite the contrary. With her free hand, she pulled the waists out of Yami's pants, sticking her thin, cold fingers inside, grabbing his penis.

"Please?" Yami smiled embarrassedly between the kiss, but it was because of the surprise, he soon grabbed Charlotte, encouraging her to make moves back and going with her hand.

"Sit down" Charlotte spoke, cutting the kiss and staring at her as she pushed him slowly until he sat on the edge of her bed.

Yami didn't know what was waiting for her, but was curiously enjoying being controlled by her, even though she seemed inexperienced.

"Have you ever done that?" Asked fun, even though you already know the answer.

He was very attached to her, would know if she was dating another guy and knew that women were not an option for the blonde.

"No, i'm not." Charlotte responded by sitting on the floor between Yami's legs, staring at the volume still covered in front of her.

"Do you have any idea how to relieve this yourself?" He instigated her.

" I think I've seen something like thi..."

"Where"

"Somewhere..."

"Where is it?"

-".." She didn't respond, she just looked at him from the bottom up, tantrum-looking, having no idea how sexy she looked in Yami's eyes.

Yami touched Charlotte's face, sliding her thumb down the corner of her mouth and speaking calmly. "But you don't have to do this just for me... I want you so bad."

"I-" He interrupted her by sticking her finger into her mouth, unexpectedly sensual.

"Shh... If you talk it's only going to make things worse, and I'm controlling myself... very much... Understand?" he asked and in response, Charlotte sucked his finger, provocative, snare her eyes and blushing a little embarrassed.

Yami watched her show of sensuality ecstatic. Charlotte was the best, the only one.

Using the little she learned from free internet access, Charlotte took the nerve to pull Yami's big, pulsating limb out, at first glance she almost withstood herself, imagining it might hurt as they said, but ignored such thought to focus on what she was about to do first.

Swapping her finger for his penis and using the tip of her tongue, she touched the glans making circular movements, looked at Yami just as he let out a groan and that was his sign of fire. She was doing it right.

The sensation of the mouth slipping through his penis made Yami go crazy.

He moaned , trying not to close his eyes so he could see and feel at the same time, but damn, Charlotte knew what she was doing. Or worse! She had no idea, but she was only doding him using her tongue. And when did she use her mouth all over? A pulse and Yami moaned louder, feeling difficulty in controlling himself.

"Charlotte~"

He threw his head back, giving up looking, didn't even have to dictate the rhythm, she was perfect.

If it was the last one, it'd be the best blowjob you've ever received in his life.

When she couldn't control herself anymore, he lightly pulled Charlotte's face back, so she wouldn't have to swallow her enjoyment, but still exploded a little on her white, almost transparent social blouse.

 Charlotte laughed, looking at herself. How erotic that was.

"Sorry" Yami commented on panting her from above.

"Um... it can be washed later, but why didn't you go down?" She asked, not at all embarrassed, looked like another woman, looking at his penis, suggestive.

"What a woman..." - Yami thought of staring a little and with a single motion, pulled her from the ground, to sit on her lap.

"Because it wasn't enough. "- He answered aloud and threw her on the bed, climbing over her.

It was hot. The air inside the room was pure excitement.

"So that's the smell of sex?" - the question went through Charlotte's head, who loved the erotic moment.

Yami gave him kisses from the mouth to the neck, from the lap to the breasts, groping the region beneath the tissues.

" I hope you don't mind if I take a look at your bra... "He whispered, pinching her tint, hoping she'd give you an answer.

"That bra is my favorite..."- She retorts between teeth.

"Too bad" Yami replied and her kisses reached her breasts immediately when he tore her blouse and bra with a strong tug, without hurting Charlotte.

"Damn it, Yami... " she whispered feeling his tongue about you, but not at all irritated by the loss of her favorite item.

Actually, she liked it.

Yami didn't take long in the foreplay, but he would repay the pleasure he had just received. He spread Charlotte's legs and looked confident, touching her intimate part in a massage over the cloth of her panties and underneath the shorts she wore.

Charlotte was awkward, suddenly too shy about what he was going to do for her.

"Are you sure about that? Don't you want to try?" Yami asked already positioning his face between his legs and giving him a seal or another on the inner parts of Charlotte's thighs. She was looking up.

They faced each other in silence for a few seconds and Yami was about to take her silence as a yes, when the noise of a touching cell phone took them out of their world.