Fuck Charlie

Grasping her, Ethan pulls Charlie up.

She's light, so the action isn't too difficult, but Ethan knows there are limits to how well he can hoist her. Opting for a follow-up he knows he can manage, he half tosses-half drops her on the couch, causing her to let out a small 'hmph'.

She looks up at Ethan, her bright brown eyes wide with wanting.

And Ethan doesn't leave that wanting unsatisfied.

Dropping down, he quickly gets himself both on top of her and between her legs. Her skin is hot against his, her flesh flushed with color. The feeling is infectious, and Ethan only intends to feed that fire. Adjusting himself, he lines up his spit-soaked cock with Charlie's womanhood, eager to feel it.

Knowing what's coming, Charlie braces herself, clutching to Ethan's shoulders and taking a breath. She's quivering with anticipation, having been waiting for this longer than Ethan realizes.

With a swing of his hips, Ethan pushes forward, his throbbing cockhead piercing her. She lets out a sharp gasp, her grip on Ethan's shoulders becoming very tight, and as more of his manhood enters he Ethan notes it's not the only tight thing. Charlie isn't a virgin, but she certainly feels like one, although Ethan doesn't really have all that much experience in that area. Still, the tightness catches him off guard, and he suddenly feels a worrying pressure.

"Hnnn," he winces, holding very still. Cumming now would be devastating at this point. He also knows he can't just do nothing. However, his smaller head is still doing all the thinking, and its suggestion is to simply 'go slow'.

Easing back and forth, Ethan slowly rocks his hips. He winces again, feeling that pressure still, although it's not quite as bad as before. Below him, Charlie is breathing so hard her tits seem to be dancing, a show Ethan quickly looks away from. The last thing he needs is more fuel right now.

After a few more slow glides in and out of Charlie's cunt she starts to loosen. With the pressure let up, slightly, Ethan feels himself gain some composure, enough to pick up the pace. Now, with his hips properly moving, things have started in earnest, Ethan properly fucking Charlie.

Reflecting on that fact makes Ethan go a bit harder.

"HNNNNN, FUCK!" Charlie moans, her voice cracking. Ethan feels her fingertips dig into his skin. Had her nails not been cut short, likely for her job, she'd be clawing into him.

Her hold makes motion a little difficult, but Ethan still manages to keep up, but the pressure quickly builds back up, telling him this is a sprint, not a marathon. Gritting his teeth, he throws himself into it, pushing himself to fuck Charlie as hard and fast as he can before the inevitable.

His cock is melting, the heat of Charlie's cunt **** against his sensitive cock flesh. She's trembling below him, and high-pitched gasps break up her breathing. Ethan can feel his back and hips starting to ache, the pace he's working at pushing his worn-out muscles to their limits. Panting, he keeps going, not allowing his pace to break, feeling himself about to come undone. Down below Charlie shifts, her back arching up, pressing her sweat-coated tits against Ethan's chest.

"OH GOD, ETHAN!"

The declaration makes Ethan's head spin, and his balls unload. A surge of heat rushes through him, every muscle in his body becoming tight. Groaning, he relishes the feeling of his cock pumping his thick, sticky load into Charlie's hungry pussy. The way it clenches around him makes it especially intense, Ethan having not quite felt anything like it before. He keeps his hips moving, but his pace is well broken, and is only to keep fucking the now thoroughly creampie'd woman a few moments longer before his body gives out.

He collapses on top of Charlie, panting and exhausted. She lets out a small grunt, or something similar, but otherwise, his weight doesn't seem to phase her. She's breathing harder than he is, her eyes glazed over and out of focus.

After a couple minutes, Ethan shifts, getting himself out and off of her, or at least as much as he can given the depth of the couch. As his head clears he realizes exactly what just transpired between the two of them. He isn't exactly sure how to process it, but the spontaneous couch sex took more out of him than he had to give. Blinking, he looks over at Charlie, taking a deep breath, trying to muster up some words.

"Can I..." she rasps, beating him to it. "Stay the night?"

Sighing, Ethan nods his head.