When Charlie woke up this morning this was not how he saw his day ending. If he'd known that, come night, Jane would be lying in his bed wearing naught but her underwear and a smile, he would've found it damned hard to concentrate, that's for sure.

He looked down at her, his gaze taking her in from head to toe. Her fine, feathery hair lay fanned out on the pillow as she watched his face for a reaction, eyes gigantic, biting her lower lip with nervousness. Her torso, covered only by a lacy black bra that did nothing to make her look more mature or vampy, looked delicate and vulnerable, her belly white and soft as she breathed rapidly in and out from nervousness. Her undies were white and cotton, practically virginal, and pulled completely off the skin of her abdomen as they tented off her hipbones. Long, coltish legs stretched across the bottom of the bed, legs that might even have been longer than his own.

She looked utterly innocent and bewitching, and for a moment Charlie questioned what he was about to do, letting out a deep, long breath that puffed out his cheeks.

Of course, she mistook his hesitation, pulling the duvet to cover her body. "It's okay if you changed your mind," she said softly, nodding, continuing to bite her lip. "I know I don't look the way a woman is supposed to look--"

"Jane, no." Charlie shook his head, kissing her firmly. "When are you going to get it through your brain that you're beautiful to me?" He lowered his head against her chest for a moment before raising it to look at her face again. "I just don't want to--to hurt you," he finally admitted. "I've never done this. I mean I've never been with someone who hasn't--" he broke off, willing her to understand. "I've never had to be careful, and I've never been with anyone whose feelings I cared about." He said this last part very softly, ashamed.

He pulled the duvet off her, sliding a hand up her waist. He leaned in and kissed her tummy, right above the tiny satin bow that adorned her underwear. Her skin was soft and supple, and carried the fragrance of the soap she used, and he was helpless not to nuzzle into it, placing open-mouthed kisses in and around her navel as he slid her undies down, happily noticing the damp spot they already carried.

Her sex was visibly wet, shining for him, and reassuringly covered with a small thatch of dark blonde hair. Charlie looked at how beautiful she was, inhaling the innately female and completely alluring scent of her. He spread her legs, feeling no resistance as he opened her up, and he leaned in for his first taste of her, murmuring, 'Going to do this first, okay? Hopefully you'll come, and relax a little, because you might not when we, um, do the other--" He stopped talking when he saw her nod, lovely eyes closed. He licked into her and saw her hands convulsively grip the sheets as the taste of her washed over his tongue.

Oh my god.

Charlie had read somewhere that the inside of a woman tasted much like the inside of her mouth, but he'd never found it to be true, until now. The soft, firm folds of her sex were already thick with her excitement, and he licked into her again, his mouth watering at how good she tasted. Her hips rose slightly to meet his mouth as he pressed in, his nose buried in her, inhaling her fragrance.

He could see her chest rising and falling rapidly, the black lace of her bra pulling tight as she took each breath, and licked again, this time using his teeth a little bit, searching out the bundle of nerves that he'd already seen, glistening like a small pearl in the shallow nest of her hair. He felt her tiny shudder when his tongue passed over it, a spasm from deep within her, and he did it again and again, wondering how he was going to get through this and not just shoot off into the bed.

One of her hands released the sheets and moved over to this head, burying itself in his hair. She grasped it tightly, and he felt her tugging on it as she opened her legs even wider. Charlie smiled a little at how good it felt to have Jane pulling his hair, and he licked into her again, this time adding a finger.

He inserted the finger, feeling how warm and deep she was, Jesus, and she let out a small, breathy moan, the first sound she'd made since they began. Hearing it made him jump and twitch, and he lifted his hips a little to relieve some of the friction, which was really making him feel like he was going to just tip over and come before they'd even gotten going.

"Jane, you taste so good," he murmured. "Jesus."

She made another noise, her hips beginning to rock back against his fingers and his mouth, and he realized that she'd spoken, she'd said a word.

"More."

Charlie added another finger, and it felt so tight, impossibly tight; how in the world was he going to fit inside her? He licked her and sucked on her as he slid his fingers in and out, and she finally cried out as she drilled her head back into the pillow.

Her legs fell open even more as her fingers relaxed their now painful hold on his hair; Charlie felt like she might even have pulled some of it out, which was fine. He moved up her body, kissing her lovely skin, though he would've happily stayed down there all day.

She pulled his head down to kiss him as soon as he was close enough. His lips were still soft and flavored with Jane, and she noted in passing what that was like.

"Your mouth is amazing," she murmured with a smile.

"As long as you acknowledge it," he said, kissing her again.

He put his arms around her, pulling her around so she was on top of him, strands of her hair falling on his face and shoulders. He clasped her to his body, his hands reaching for the hooks on her bra.

He felt her tense up, breaking the kiss to ask, "Do we have to do that?"

Charlie stopped immediately. "What? Do you not want me to?"

Jane looked down at him, shaking her head, her hair whispering across his chest.

He looked up at her, surprise making him blunt. "Jane, I've seen your, um, nether region," he said, his words making her smile. "I've had my fingers inside you. But you don't want to take off your bra?"

Even though they'd kind of talked about it before, Charlie really had no idea how deep Jane's embarrassment of her own body went. She was almost hysterically ashamed of her breasts, of how small they were. The thought of anyone seeing them made her feel faint.

Charlie sat up, smoothing her hair away from her face, tracing the side of it with a gentle finger. "I love you, Jane, and I want to see you. All of you."

She took a deep breath, reaching behind her for the hooks. She let the straps fall forward, holding the cups against her body, eyes downcast. Her shoulders were hunched, as if against an expected blow.

Watching her made Charlie's heart twist.

He tipped her chin up, keeping his eyes locked on hers as he pulled her hands away from her body and slid the bra off. He leaned in and kissed her, sliding his hands up her waist, until he could feel the beginning of the swells with his thumbs. He finally looked down, and Jane wanted to close her eyes and turn her head, but she forced herself to watch him, needing to know. Her chest heaved up and down as she watched him, and Charlie worried briefly that she might hyperventilate and make herself pass out.

"Oh, Jane, they're lovely," he breathed. And they were, absolutely beautiful to him, because he loved her and they were hers. He reached out to touch them, feeling how unbelievably soft they were. Her skin was almost translucent, the veins showing slightly blue beneath the surface. He traced them with his fingers until he reached her pale, pink nipple, silky smooth and pebble hard at the same time.

He grasped her firmly by the waist, leaning her against the pillows and headboard so he could put his head down to them, kiss them, suckle. Her head fell back when she felt his mouth on her, and she moaned, a wanton, needy sound, and her hands once again found his hair as she felt his mouth on her, his teeth, his tongue.

He moved to the other one for a while, and her front, her breasts, were wet and pink by the time he was finished. He felt her hands pushing his boxer briefs down, and he moved her again, helping her slide down so she was lying under him. She spread her legs with no coaxing from him, and the sight of her, open and waiting for him, only trust and want in her eyes, made him catch his breath.

Jane pulled him firmly to herself, feeling him, hot and hard, between her legs. The sensation of his body lying on top of her felt so right, so normal, that it surprised her. She'd thought the entire business would be one, long, embarrassing gag reel, an ordeal to be endured, suffered through.

"Take me, Charlie," she whispered. "Make me yours."

He let out a warm breath against her neck and her ear, and she felt him nod. "Here we go," he whispered back.

He felt for her opening, and began with a few shallow pushes, until just the sensitive tip of him was kind of inside her, and he was already so excited that he didn't see how he could last. He could tell that she was warm and tight, and that it was going to feel amazing. He wanted more than anything than to just fuck up into her, hard, and he closed his eyes, gritting his teeth.

"Go ahead," Jane encouraged, tipping her chin up to kiss him, her mouth open and warm, just like the rest of her. "Closer, Charlie."

Charlie rutted forward, and the heat of him felt relentless as it sank into her. His hips were aligned with hers, his body impossibly close, with nowhere for him to go except forward. Jane wrapped her arms around his back, grabbing him hard, as the crying sound of pain escaped her lips.

He stopped moving immediately and began to pull out, and as painful as the forward motion had been, the feeling of him moving backward, of him leaving her body, felt worse, to both of them.

Jane moved her thighs slightly, trying to tighten them around his hips, and Charlie was grateful and encouraged. His arm was around the top of her head, and he ran his thumb along her temple.

"Hold onto me, Jane, hold on tight, as hard as you need to," he said softly, and this time he did pull back a little, but only so he could slowly drive forward again. Jane felt a deep, steady burn as he opened her, stretching her to accommodate his girth, but even this pain faded when she saw his face, the intensity and tenderness on it, hovering above her.

"Bloody fucking Jesus," he whispered, pushing forward again. This time Jane rose up to meet him, just slightly, but Charlie felt it, and it was the most incredible thing he'd ever felt. He did it again, and so did she, and he even heard a small sound fall from her lips, a sound of...pleasure.

Thank Christ.

Without the layer of latex between their bodies, Charlie could feel everything, and the tightness, the heat, made his head spin. The tip of him was so sensitive that being buried this deep inside Jane's body was almost painful.

Had sex always felt this good?

He sped up his movements a little, and Jane continued to roll her hips slightly into his, meeting his thrusts with her soft body, digging her fingers into his back. He could feel her lips against his ear. "Charlie, Charlie," he heard, and her voice sent him rocketing deliriously over the edge.

"Oh, fuck," Charlie whispered as he emptied himself into Jane's body. She held him close, feeling his heat inside her, the primal connection that joined them.

"I love you, Charlie," she said softly, smiling up at him. A single tear slipped out of her eye and streaked toward the pillow.

He wiped it, smiling back at her.

"Thank you," he said softly.