Chapter 12 - Charlie (Part 1)

Charlie wasn't sure how long he'd been touching himself in the dark of night, imagining what Morgan's naked body would feel like, especially when he was on top of hers, driving into her hard.

However, even if they were meters apart at that moment, none of their faded fantasies could compare with reality. Of course, the cloudy glass of the shower stall, which appeared to have been fogged up by his heavy breathing, wasn't helping her see everything as clearly as she would have liked, but there was no mistaking the shape of what he'd wrapped in one of the hands.

Swallowing hard, Charlie pressed her thighs together, leaning her head a little farther beyond the crack she'd opened in the door, trying to see more clearly the work of art that was his naked body. With each new stroke, the muscles in his arms moved over her skin and his bare, massive thighs quivered a little, as if the pleasure he was giving himself was too much to handle sometimes. But nothing could beat the perfection of the