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Chuck Versus the Camcorder	By : MoreCharahPlease Category: 1 through F > Chuck Views: 15243 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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  Sarah figured making breakfast would be uneventful, so she opted they leave the camcorder in the bedroom. She’d teased Chuck quite a bit before they finally climbed out of bed to eat. So much so that he’d finally grabbed her hand and pulled it away from his thigh with a growl.
   The only reason she didn’t continue to pursue him was that there was soon another growl. This time in her stomach. Breakfast.
So they left the camcorder and got dressed.
   Well, got dressed was relative.
   She put on panties and one of her clean T-shirts. Chuck put on his boxers and a shirt. She told him she would’ve been totally fine with him not wearing a shirt, but he just smirked and pulled it on to cover his glorious chest and torso. Damn it.
Now here she stood, mixing the waffle batter manually, holding the bowl under her arm and beating away at it with the wooden spoon she held in her other hand.
   “You look like a pro doing it that way,” she heard Chuck say from where he was setting up the griddle and plugging it in.
   “I am a pro,” she said, bobbing her shoulder smugly. He chuckled. “Nah, I’m not really. I just didn’t know there was any other way to do it.”
   He grinned over his shoulder and moved to the stove, lifting the spatter screen from where it rested over the cooking bacon and flipping a few pieces over with his tongs. “You know, you spend a lot of time here…”
   She raised her eyebrow, wondering where exactly he was going with this. “Are you complaining?”
   Chuck spun to look at her with wide eyes. “No! Of c—No, I’m not complaining at all. I love it. I was just…I guess I was wondering if you ever…you know, do you miss your place when you’re here?”
   It was a bit of a weird question, but she just smiled a little and shrugged, putting the bowl and spoon down on the counter and turning to him. “I mean…not overly. Though it is the first place that I’ve stayed in for such a long time, so I guess it’s the first place that’s felt like home. But I mean, when I’m here with you, I don’t really miss the bright green furniture.”
   He let out an amused huff. “I like the furniture.”
   “Well, when you stay with me there, do you miss this place?” He eyed her for a moment. “Do you miss Morgaannn?” She pouted teasingly and he poked her in the stomach, causing her to yelp and step back, giggling.
   “Nah, I don’t,” he answered with a chuckle. “I guess I just like to be wherever you are. I will say this, though…We kind of have to behave ourselves here with Morgan around. A bit of a drawback.”
   She raised an eyebrow. “When have we ever behaved ourselves?” Sarah leaned in close and gently bit his shoulder.
   “Did you just bite me?”
   “Yeah. I did. Want me to do it again?” she drawled.
   His eyes flashed for a second and then he sighed, looking down at the food. “We have to make these waffles. So how about a little later?”
   She laughed and nodded, bringing the bowl over to the griddle.
   She was right about breakfast being uneventful. They made their waffles, finished the bacon, and sat down to eat with ravenous appetites. It was something she’d discovered in that train in Europe a month earlier—good sex made her really hungry. And watching Chuck eat with a hearty appetite made her think he suffered from the same affliction.
   Even doing the dishes was uneventful, but then she started wondering why Chuck asked if she missed her place when she was here. She didn’t miss it at all, honestly. But she liked that it was there. He was right about it being more of a private place than here…at least when Morgan was around. It wasn’t Morgan’s fault or anything. This was his home. She didn’t begrudge him being able to sleep without hearing the bed in Chuck’s room scooting across the floor. He seemed to have a sixth sense about Chuck’s mood on the mornings after she stayed the night. Something in Chuck’s face that told the bearded man exactly how much sex he’d just had.
   It would be more traumatizing for her if she cared more. They tried to be subtle. She sometimes shoved her fist in her mouth to keep from moaning too loudly, or she buried her face in Chuck’s pillow. But she was finally in a real relationship with Chuck, and she would not be denied the pleasures that went along with having a well-endowed nerd with a solid, strong body and magnificent hands as a boyfriend.
   That was why some nights, it was easier to text Chuck to come over to her place. The sex was wilder, louder. Sure, they’d been called by the front desk for being too loud before, and that was actually pretty embarrassing, but for the most part, the privacy was there.
   So why did Chuck ask her?
   A part of her suspected he wanted her to move in with him. That he was probing, putting feelers out to see how she felt about it. And that was nerve-wracking.
   It wasn’t that she didn’t want to…
   Well, she sort of didn’t want to. She liked having her own space for her own things. Granted, she didn’t have many things. Pictures of her and Chuck that she treasured quite a bit. It had never been necessary to keep up with the cover in the privacy of her hotel room. Nobody ever went in there besides her and Chuck. And yet…even in the beginning when she hadn’t realized she loved him yet, she bought frames and set photographs they’d taken for the cover on the nightstand, by the TV…
   But moving those things here, having to share a space…It made her nervous. She had never lived with anyone else. Never. Even when she and Bryce were together, shacking up during missions made sense and felt good, but coming back to DC meant staying in their own places. Neither of them had ever needed anything more than that.
   Chuck was different. She knew he ached for a normal relationship. And that meant at some point they might live together. She didn’t fear being with him for extended periods of time. She was in love with him, she loved him so much, she would never love anyone the way she loved him. And spending time with him was invigorating and warm and perfect. It gave her life.
   But the idea of leaving her hotel room, moving her things in with Chuck…never having her own space for her own time…It was just a step forward in the relationship that she was a little iffy about.
   It would hurt him if she said that, though. Wouldn’t it? She wanted to be the woman who could give him the normal relationship he craved, because that was what he deserved. And she wanted to show him she was capable of being what he deserved.
   Shaking her head, she pushed all of those thoughts out of her head. He didn’t ask her to move in. He probably wasn’t going to for at least a little while, and they were doing dishes.
   “Hey…” Sarah jumped a little, almost dropping the last dish.
   Chuck had managed to sneak up behind her, his hands on her hips and his lips near her ear. He pulled back a bit. “Sorry, baby. Didn’t mean to scare you. Daydreaming?”
   “Yeah, a little,” she admitted, looking at him over her shoulder as she put the dish up in the cupboard.
   “Oh. Sorry.”
   “It’s okay,” she giggled. But then his lips were pressed to her face and his hands moving down to her thighs. “Hmm…what’s going on here?” she teased, turning around and kissing him gently.
   “I don’t actually know, if you can believe that,” he chuckled, pulling back and tucking her hair behind her ear. “But I can’t seem to get enough of you.”
   “Hmm…feeling’s mutual,” she hummed, tucking her hands under his shirt and squeezing his bare, muscled back in her fingers. “Race you to the bedroom?”
   She saw a glint of mischief in his eyes and only had a moment’s warning before he slid his hands onto her ass cheeks and hoisted her up to sit on the edge of the counter. Stunned, she gasped and grabbed his shoulder with one hand, the other reaching back to slam against the cabinet to steady herself. “I’ll take that as a no?”
   He chuckled and dipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties, tugging them down her long legs and dropping them to the floor. Chuck was apparently wasting no time, and she felt a thrill go through her as she realized that while this wasn’t their first time having sex in this kitchen, it was definitely a rarity. Morgan going on vacation was the best thing that could’ve happened, she decided.
   But then her brow furrowed as she noticed Chuck wasn’t making any moves to divest himself of his boxers. And it was only when he stepped in between her legs and leaned down that she realized why. He spread her legs with his hands and rested the backs of her thighs on his shoulders as he stooped down.
   She immediately felt his tongue lick up her slit, flick her clitoris, and suck it between his lips. Sarah let her head fall back, clutching his head in one hand and the edge of the counter in the other. “Oh my God, Chuck.”
   His mouth was miraculous, his tongue lapping at her sex, dipping inside…and then he would suck on her, blow against her wetness, and lick her into a frenzy again.
   There was no way of knowing how long he did it for, only that he had a specific way of building her up so that she was gasping his name, pulling his hair, whimpering, panting, only to pull back a little bit gently run his thumb over her sex, giving her just enough stimulation to keep her excited. And just like that, he’d pull his hand away and dive in to lick her to oblivion again. It felt amazing, as agonizing as it was when she was on the brink of climax and he pulled back. She loved it when he teased her like this.
   “So good, baby,” she gasped. “Oh, that’s so good.”
   Eventually, Sarah feared she might actually go into cardiac arrest if he continued the torture for much longer. She was sweating, and she knew her face was probably red. Her entire body was probably in a state of perpetual blushing…And her breathing came in short gasps.
   Chuck pulled his lips away, looking up at her with those golden eyes of his, his face hovering above her sex. God, he licked his moist lips, even went so far as to bite his bottom lip between his teeth and smirk. He was absolutely the sexiest man she’d ever known. “Are you ready?” he asked, and she was so sensitive to his touch down there that she felt his breath fan her wet sex. It made her hum in pleasure.
   “Yes, Chuck. Yes.”
   A flash of intensity crossed his handsome features and she reached up to grip the cabinet tightly in one hand and the edge of the counter underneath her in the other. She knew that look well. It sent chills through her in the best possible way.
   And then he buried his face in her sex again, gripping her hips in his hands tightly and rubbing her sex vigorously with her tongue and lips. She moaned, tilting her head back and squeezing her eyes shut tightly. He was relentless, even resting his hand on her lower belly and using his thumb to stimulate her clit.
   He groaned into her crotch and shook his head back and forth, sucking and blowing until she felt herself teetering on the edge of climax. “Yes, Chuck! Oh God yes! I’m almost there, baby. Nnng!”
   Finally, she felt her release, but instead of feeling the pressure lessen, it was like she was hit by a freight train of ecstasy. She twitched in his arms, squeezing his head between her thighs and moaning his name. She heard a soft cracking sound in the wood of the cabinet behind her head as she squeezed her fingers tighter and tighter.
   He lapped at her moist center until she was able to regain her senses. “Oh my God, Chuck,” she panted as he stood up, licking his lips and using his shirt to clean his face a little. He looked a little smug as he stepped close and rounded her waist with his arms, kissing her jaw gently, moving his lips lovingly over her skin before kissing her properly on the lips.
   “Was that good?” he asked in a whisper.
   Sarah couldn’t resist giggling, wrapping her arms around his shoulders to hold herself steady as she leaned back to survey the wood under the cabinet where she’d gripped it and heard the crack. “Oh, good. I didn’t break it.”
   When she looked back at him, he looked confused. “Break it?”
   “I heard it crack when I climaxed.”
   Chuck’s eyebrows shot up.
   They met gazes and paused for a moment, before they both broke into laughter.
   ***
   Chuck had decided it best to hide the camcorder while they were out, sticking it at the bottom of his underwear drawer. And while Sarah knew that probably wasn’t the best hiding place, she didn’t say anything. Because she doubted anybody would break into his apartment and steal a random camcorder.
   Unless they watched what was on it. Because she was sure that what they’d recorded so far was extremely hot. She was there. She felt it. And if they had the camera facing the right way, it caught some really hot sex. If she were being honest, she wanted to try it out soon. Put it on Chuck’s television in his bedroom and watch on the big screen.
   But the fact was, they weren’t on vacation. Not really. They couldn’t spend all day holed up in the apartment having sex like they did in the train compartment a month ago. And while Beckman hadn’t called them in for any new missions or assignments, Chuck had errands to run and Sarah had to go back to her hotel room to shower and change. And maybe grab a few changes of clothes to bring back to Chuck’s place.
   Now that she’d had a taste of making love with a lens nearby, she found it difficult to think about much else. And as long as Morgan was on vacation, she had every intention of persuading Chuck they needed to take advantage of it. As much as possible.
   But that didn’t mean ignoring real life, unfortunately.
   That was why she now stood in her shower, letting the hot water run over her head and down her body. The day had gone by pretty slowly. Chuck had been busy all day doing errands. He texted her just before she got in the shower that he’d also cleaned up the apartment.
   He and Morgan weren’t messy in the slightest, though. Granted, Morgan left things lying around. And she’d already nearly tripped on the video game controller cords at least twice. Again, Morgan’s doing. His room was a bit of a mess. But for the most part, he kept everything clean. The kitchen was clean. The bathroom (the most important part) was always clean. For a place with two male residents, it was better than a lot of homes she’d seen with female residents.
   And yet, Chuck felt the need to clean up. He was a bit OCD like that. Maybe now that Morgan was gone for a few days, he felt the need to make his place neat and clean for his best friend when he came back. Or maybe he was making it that way for her?
   It didn’t matter either way.
   He was adorable.
   She finished her shower and turned it off, squeezing the water out of her long hair and stepping out onto the bath rug while simultaneously wrapping her towel around her body.
   As she stood in front of the mirror to dry her hair, Sarah let her mind wander. Of course, considering where her mind had been the last few days (“the gutter” didn’t even begin to describe it), she found herself thinking about Chuck. About how uninhibited he’d been since he came back from the airport.
   It was almost like they were back in that train.
   She’d been so surprised by his…exuberance, she supposed was the right word. When she woke up with him keeping watch over her, and when they’d finally consummated their romance that was years in the making, he’d been so gentle and caring. He put everything into it and it was honestly the most intimate, romantic couple of hours she’d ever experienced in her life. The way he poured his love for her into every kiss, every movement speaking of his adoration, the look in his eyes, his smile…the soft sounds he’d made and the way he said her name…
   It was everything she’d always expected from Chuck Bartowski. Everything she’d dared to dream about on lonely nights she spent sleeping in this hotel room.
   But it was when they decided to hop a sleeper train, disappear for as long as they could, just the two of them, alone and in love, that he threw his reservation out the window before they’d even fully left the station in Paris. He’d buried his face in her pussy just minutes after they locked the compartment door and pulled the curtains. It wasn’t anything any other man had ever done. It was her first time, and whether it was his first or not, she didn’t want to know…she wasn’t above jealousy. All she knew was that it was fucking amazing.
   And after that, they didn’t stop. Exploring each other, experimenting.
   There was the time he walked in on her shower, hoisted her up in his arms, pinned her to the wall, and screwed her until she came twice. It was her first time having shower sex. Not that she hadn’t pleasured herself in the shower before. But she’d never allowed any man to invade on her shower time. It was hers and hers alone. It said a lot about how she felt for Chuck that there wasn’t even a speck of annoyance when he stepped into the tiny “one person” shower. (He’d made them fit just fine.)
   It was mind-boggling that Chuck was the sweetest, kindest, most modest man she’d ever known. The most thoughtful, nerdiest, and least confident man she’d ever slept with. Yet, he was by far the best lover she’d ever had. If she took Shaw, Bryce, and the few other men she’d slept with and put them together…they wouldn’t add up to Chuck even on one of his off days. Not that he really even had off days.
   Maybe it all came down to the fact that Chuck was the first man she’d ever truly loved. At all, let alone this deeply. But he made her crazy with desire. Pure, unfiltered lust…driven by overwhelming tenderness. It was such a strange combination of things. And it made her wonder if this wasn’t some sort of sorcery that had befallen her.
   She snorted to herself as she walked into her hotel room and grabbed her suitcase, opening it and pulling out a clean leisure outfit. Chuck would love to hear her call their romance sorcery. He got a look in his eye when she said anything fantastical or nerdy like that. A look that said he wanted to ravage her.
   And sometimes that happened in public, which was fun for her to watch. Knowing he wanted so bad to do something about it, when he really couldn’t.
   As she pulled her pants up her legs, she heard her phone buzzing on her nightstand. Crossing the room completely topless, she picked up her phone and smiled, lifting it to her ear. “Well hello, Mister Bartowski.”
   “That’s Agent to you,” he said, the tone of his voice sending a wonderful chill down her back. “Although I probably shouldn’t say that out loud, should I?”
   She giggled. “Are you not at home?”
   “Just finishing up at the grocery store. Standing in line. I got us dinner.”
   “Oooh, what’d you get?”
   “You’ll have to wait and see.”
   Her interest spiked at that. “Oh, really?”
   “Really, really.”
   “So if you didn’t call to tell me what we’re having for dinner, why did you call me?”
   He paused for a moment. “I was just wondering, you know, since I’m done with my errands after this…Are you busy the rest of the afternoon? Because we’ve got a few hours ’til dinner and um, I thought we could…” He stopped and said something to someone quietly. She thought he said “paper”, and she figured he was getting checked out at the counter now. “Um, sorry uh…You know…our project.”
   Project. Sarah bit her lip. She wasn’t sure if he would appreciate this, but she was going to do it anyway. “Before I go over to your place so that we can work on our…project…I’m going to have to put a shirt on. And a bra.”
   She thought maybe the phone had cut out or something when he didn’t respond, but then she heard the cashier speak to him. “Uh, yes. Thank you. I’ll take the receipt,” he responded. And then he directed his attention back to her. “You probably should do both of those things. Even though I’ll just have to undo it again when you get here. Thank you, Sir, you have a nice day!” he chirped the last part at the cashier.
   It was Sarah’s turn to boggle, and she did. She broke into a soft giggle and hummed. “Wow, I thought I had you with that one.”
   “You better get your sexy spy self over to my apartment as soon as possible, Agent Walker. I want a word with you.”
   “A word?” she asked, feeling her heart rate pick up.
   “That’s right,” he said in a low voice that made her nether region tingle. She heard him shut his car door and start up the engine. “Preferably with you bent over the kitchen table.”
   Oh my God, she thought to herself, her eyes practically rolling into the back of her head. “Is that a threat?” she asked.
   “It’s a promise.”
   That was it. “Give me 15 minutes.”
   “Make it 10 and I’ll connect the camcorder to the TV.”
   She didn’t even respond. She hung up the phone and threw it in her bag, finishing getting dressed, braiding her slightly damp hair, and filling an overnight bag successfully within only one minute. After being in the CIA for just over a decade, she’d learned how to pack fast. Leaving hotel rooms when she’d been found out by her mark, moving out of safe houses when they were pinpointed by terrorist organizations…
   This was a situation of less severity, with much less danger and risk. And yet that didn’t make her move any slower.
   She was in her Porsche within 2 minutes and on her way to Echo Park. The traffic was light, since it was a bit before rush hour would get underway. And since it was the weekend, no one seemed to be out on the roads anyhow.
   God, she felt so fidgety, though.
   It had only been this morning since the last time she felt him against her, inside of her, and she wanted it again so badly. And the way he said he would bend her over the kitchen table. Her foot literally had the gas pedal pressed down as far as it would go, and it stayed that way nearly all the way to Chuck’s apartment complex.
   She tore into a parking space on the street with a minute and a half to spare, clambered out of her car, shut the door, locked it, and calmly walked through the gate and courtyard with her head held high. This was only a little embarrassing, how incredibly bad she wanted what he’d promised her.
   And the way she practically made a fool out of herself to get here on time.
   But she ignored all that and knocked on the door.
   Chuck answered it with a wide-eyed look on his face. “Wow, I…I actually didn’t think you’d get here in 10 minutes.”
   “You underestimate me.”
   Her hand was on his chest and she pushed him back inside, stepping over the threshold and kicking the door shut behind her. “Go lock that door,” she said in a deep, quiet voice as she tossed her bag to the ground by the couch.
   Half-gaping at her, he moved around her to approach the door, turning the lock and facing her again. “I—”
   Sarah sprang at him, clutching his strong biceps in her fingers and shoving him into the door. She pinned him to it and kissed him with a fiery passion, forcing her tongue into his mouth, which he accepted once he woke up a little.
   And did he ever wake up.
   His hands moved all over her body, finally stopping at her ass which he squeezed, using it to tug her hips against his. He thrusted against her and groaned into the kiss.
   Then he gripped her ass cheeks, hoisting her up against her as she rounded his waist with her legs and tangled her hands in his hair. “Oh, Chuck,” she panted into his kiss. “You have a promise to keep.”
   Chuck grinned and kissed her again, hard, grinding himself against her. She whimpered as she felt his cock hardening against her sex, in spite of the layers of clothing they both had on. It felt so good, having Chuck yank her against him, their groins rubbing roughly. She could feel the stimulation against her sex and she started gyrating her hips against his thrusts.
   Suddenly she felt his fingers dip in the elastic waistband of her pants, sliding down the skin of her lower belly until he was clutching her sex. He rubbed his fingers over her clit in time with his thrusts and she grunted, letting her head fall back and blinking at the ceiling. “God that’s so good, Chuck.”
   This was so damn hot.
   And he was so strong, standing here in the middle of the living room. Holding her up with one hand on her ass, his other hand buried in her panties, his fingers gliding over her slit as he jammed their clothes-covered crotches together. She loved him so much. And when one of his fingers slid into her entrance, her eyes widened and she gasped, burying her face in his hair.
   They were moving suddenly, and Sarah giggled as she found herself sitting on the edge of the kitchen table. She had a flashing thought that the table might not be able to withstand whatever Chuck had planned for her…but then she realized she might not either. And that turned her on more than anything.
   Chuck gently eased her down, bending her over the table so that her back was against the wood. Just like that, he tugged her pants off of her, then her underwear, and she craned her neck to reach down and undo his jeans. The sound of the zipper sliding down, the soft groan of pleasure when she closed her palm over his hardness. He was so hot.
   “I want you inside of me,” she murmured.
   He wasted no time, shoving his pants and boxers down to his ankles with one movement, stepping out of them and grabbing her by her hips. She sat up a little as he propped her ass more on the edge, and for a second, his eyes clouded in frustration…but when she yanked her shirt off and tossed it to the side, his golden gaze dropped to her breasts and he looked hungry. She grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it up over his head, tossing it to join her own shirt.
   Sarah whimpered as Chuck’s hand closed on her breast, guiding her back against the table again. The wood was cool against her overheated skin and it felt so good to have him kneading her breast. He lowered himself against her and started sucking on her nipple, rolling the other one between his fingers.
   “Oh shit,” she gasped.
   He groaned, flicking her nipple with his tongue and nibbling it gently between his teeth. She arched her back into him and gasped again when the fingers of his free hand pressed against her sex. He rubbed her as he sucked her nipple and she felt herself practically melt into the table underneath his ministrations.
   And then he stepped closer, lifting his mouth from her chest and straightening to his full height, looking down at her with fire crackling in his golden orbs. He took her breath away as he stroked from her knees all the way down her thighs, pulling them apart and bending her legs back so that they were tucked under his arms.
   She felt the tip of Chuck’s cock tease over her slit, rubbing against her moistness, and then his hands were holding onto her hips and he pushed himself into her, not stopping until he could literally go no further.
   He groaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he rocked his hips a few times. The way her legs were lifted a little, her position on the edge of the table, made the angle of his entry rub against her pussy’s walls in all the right places, and she let out a soft whine. “Oh, yeah. Oh God, baby. Yes.”
   Chuck let go of her hip with one hand to move a strand of hair from her cheek, and leaned down so that their chests were pressed together. And as he kissed her, he started thrusting his cock in her folds, so deep she felt his pelvis slam against hers each time. He groaned into the kiss, their bodies grinding together, Sarah rocking against the tabletop with each of his strokes.
   She had to pull away from the kiss to suck in a deep breath. “Unng!” Her hands slapped onto his back, unconsciously digging her nails into his skin, feeling his muscles twitch under her fingers. “Ohhh fuck!”
   And then he angled his torso away from hers just enough for him to rest his weight on his elbows on either side of her shoulders. “Oh yeah, baby,” he panted, his face hard and intense as he looked into her eyes. She met his gaze steadily, opening her mouth and whimpering his name.
   Sarah wanted this man so much. And she slid a hand down to grab his ass cheek, squeezing tightly. He jammed his dick into her pussy hard, her name on his tongue. And when she squeezed again, he cursed. Clenching his jaw sexily, he grabbed her waist in one hand and curled the other around her shoulder, shoving himself into her hard, fast, using his grip on her to yank her onto his rod.
   “Fuck!” she yelped. “Oh fuck, baby! Nnng!”
   His thrusts became harder and harder, until he finally stood to his full height, holding her with his hands just under her armpits and pounding her senseless. His thrusts were so rough and deep, each one lifted her ass off the table. He grunted her name as she clung to his forearms, squeezing tightly, barely able to withstand the pleasure. And when he started rubbing his thumbs back and forth over her hard nipples, she threw her head back and arched her body off the table, moaning loudly.
   “Ohhh, Sarah,” he breathed.
   She knew she probably looked insane, her face twisted in agonizing ecstasy, her breasts bouncing under his hands as he slammed his cock into her pussy relentlessly. But she didn’t care.
   Sarah felt her orgasm creeping up on her, but when Chuck tucked his hand between their bodies to start rubbing her clitoris roughly, it seemed to be approaching much quicker. “Chuck! Oh shit! Fuck me! I’m gonna come. Oh God yes!”
   “Hnng! Oh Sarah! Baby! I want your cum all over my cock.”
   Lust spilled over her like hot lava, and as he grabbed her with his hands clutching her under her ass, he jammed himself inside of her so hard that she could almost feel the pop deep inside of her that unleashed an avalanche of pleasurable ecstasy. She cried out his name, her legs twitching where they were raised on either side of his strong body, her body spasming with her finish.    Sarah slammed a hand on his chest and dug her nails in, dragging them down and gasping for breath, the sensations not lessening even a half minute later. Maybe it was the way Chuck still moved inside of her to keep the orgasm going for as long as possible. Or maybe this time was just that powerful.
   He slowed down, his strokes much gentler as he eased her back to the table from where she’d arched in sheer pleasure, lowering her legs with his hands on her thighs, stroking her skin so tenderly. And then he was leaning over her again, grinding his chest slowly against hers, kissing her neck, her jaw, and finally capturing her lips so beautifully she had to blink away tears before he caught sight of them.
   When Chuck pulled out of the kiss a minute later, he was grinning like the wonderful idiot he was, and she grinned back just as idiotically, before he buried his face in her neck and wrapped his arms around her torso, holding her so close. “I love you so much, Sarah,” he whispered. “God, I love you so much.”
   She hugged him just as tightly and smiled, unable to find the words to respond…or the energy, quite frankly. And he’d been the one to do all the work.
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