Charlotte POV

My own hand slipped under my skirt, fingers pressing right against my soaked panties, rubbing slow circles over my clit through the thin fabric.

The pressure felt incredible, sending little sparks through my body, but it was not enough, not even close, because what I really craved was him, his touch, his mouth, his cock.

I watched Alex’s face twist with need as he groaned louder, his strokes getting faster on his thick shaft, his other hand digging into the couch cushion like he was holding on for dear life.

His hips bucked up a bit, pushing into his fist, and I could see how desperate he looked,...