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As I woke up the next morning, the first thing that registered to me was sore.

Not that the other side of the bed was empty. Not that I could barely move, nor that the taste in my mouth was horrid.

No; Sore was the first thing that sprang to my mind as I opened my eyes and groaned softly.

I had been an active person my whole life. I was bad at lying still, being inactive or just laying around, doing nothing, therefore I was used to hard labor, even used to the sore limbs after an intense workout.

But the soreness that filled my body now as I shifted one inch was beyond anything I had ever tried. My body ached, throbbed and spasmed as I tried to move, but the pulsing between my legs was something completely else. Holy hell.

I closed my eyes again and couldn't help the inappropriate smile that lifted to my lips. My body was wrecked, but I had never felt so... sated. God, I knew I shouldn't, but the stupid smile that kept spreading as I shifted again and felt the ache once more, it was unstoppable and made me bite into my lower lip to stop. I was such a masochist.

Five times. Five times during the night had Charlie nudged me and pulled me into his arms before gently thrusting into me again. Over and over again he filled my body with that special Creature loving, made me feel whole as he held me close while he groaned against my lips that he loved it. He loved sinking into me, loved completing me with his seeds and watching me come undone over and over again by what he did.

And, as he also kept saying on repeat last night as well, he loved me.

I exhaled softly and let that seep into me all over again. I still hadn't said the words back. I couldn't say them any more than I could move.

Charlie said he loved me, but did he really? He had never known love before me, but he would definitely know love after me. He said he didn't understand it before he met me, but that was because he had never met anyone but me.

There were other women out there. Women who were more beautiful, women that were smarter than me, women who could teach him stuff that I couldn't. He loved me because he didn't know better. He had no comparison, had no idea that there was more than just my kind of love out there.

Didn't know that some kinds of love were more addictive and potent than others.

- And when it came to potent love, Charlie's was as potent as it came.

He would find someone better than me one day, but I'd never find someone who could ever possibly top him. That was why I couldn't admit my feelings to him... because when he finally left in under a month, I would lose his love forever, but he could find mine again somewhere else. And I'd be broken beyond repair.

I shut the depressing thoughts out of my head and tried to focus on the positive again—the positive being how I was feeling right now, in this moment; happy, content and so goddamn sore.

I was in the middle of the task of getting up from the bed when the bedroom door opened and Charlie walked in. He was sweating from top to toe, wearing his workout clothes and holding his water bottle. When he saw me lying there, awake, his gorgeous face split in a smile and he came closer, setting his bottle down. "You're awake."

I nodded and then winced when even that hurt. "Yup. What time is it?"

"10.35am," He prompted, crouching down at the bed in front of me as I struggled to sit up. He licked his lips slowly when the sheets dropped from my chest and exposed my pert breasts. "I didn't want to wake you up... again."

I let out a short chuckle, then stopped when my stomach ached. It was cramping from all the ōrgasms it tightened in last night. "When did you wake up? Did you.. work out this morning?"

"I figured you'd want me to continue my normal routine?" He replied, watching as I tried hauling my legs out from under the covers. He pulled the duvet away for me and gently took my feet in his hands, brushing his thumbs over them and helped me get them out over the edge of the bed.

I finally got fully seated and sat stiffly in front of him, humming as he smoothed his hands up my thighs. "I did, but..." I wanted to say, 'but not if you were too exhausted from last night', but then figured that he wasn't. What was hard labor to me was probably normal to him. He probably didn't even exhaust himself remotely last night. Jesus Christ, if that was true and his stamina continued being so high...

"I feel good," He said, then gently spread my legs, and to my surprise, revealed the red markings that colored the spot between them. "But you..."

I winced a little when he traced his thumb lightly over one of the marks, but I also couldn't hold back the chuckle that came from my chest. I had to be out of my mind if I loved the pain that much. "I'm good, too. Sore, but good."

Charlie exhaled in relief and met my eyes. "Are you sure? I wasn't too..."

"You were perfect," I gathered my strength to lift my hand and combed it through his sweaty hair. "Last night was amazing, chaos aside."

His lips split in a grin and he then leaned in to press a kiss to my cheek. "So I pleased you?"

"God, yes," I grinned back when he peppered more kisses down my neck. "You really did. Maybe even a little too much if that's a thing."

"I love pleasing you," He murmured and moved down to my sore breasts that also had red markings and gently cupped them. He kissed each swell tenderly. "I can't wait to do it again..."

"No more pleasing for a while," I gasped when he pinched my nipple and made my body thrum alive with a need I thought he had more than satisfied yesterday. "I can barely move as it is."

"I'll do all the work," He persuaded, circling my erect bud with his tongue. I moaned softly at the warm, tingling sensation. "All you have to do is say yes."

God, I couldn't believe I was tempted. How could I miss his touch while he was touching me? How could I miss his kisses when he was already kissing me? And how could I crave his love when he never stopped?

I had fallen so hard I knew I would break apart when I had to get up again. Reality was just a whisper away...

"I can't," I whispered, combing my hand through his thick threads. "I... I think I'd like a shower."

"Me, too," He leaned back and looked me in the eyes again. "Together?"

That my mind could agree to. "Yes."

"Do you want me to help you get up?"

I couldn't help the blush that crept onto my cheeks when I tried to get up by myself but failed and fell back down again with a wince. "This is embarrassing."

Charlie lifted me up into his arms with zero strain and held me bridal style. He shook his head and then carried me into his bathroom. "Fragile little human..."

I slapped his chest and had to try not to squirm when he kissed my messy hair with a smug smile. "Don't make me change my mind, Creature."

~~~

"Fuck." I trembled and parted my lips as Charlie's erect length slid into me, the water pelting down over both of us. "Ah..."

I should've known what would happen if we bathed together, but as he sheathed himself fully inside me, I forgot to care. With my legs wrapped around his hips, Charlie held me in his arms and kept my back pressed up against the shower stall as he gently begun thrusting. The water helped with the unbelievable ache, but I couldn't care about that either as I felt him throb inside me, so big and so thick.

"Oh, fuck. Charlie..." I gasped when his hips flexed forward and pushed deeper inside me. I cried out and clenched around him, feeling that addictive rush course through me as he slowly coaxed out my climax. "Ahh, so good... keep going..."

He growled against my neck like an animal and lathed my skin with his tongue. His fingers dug into my thighs, clenched the flesh greedily as he rocked back and forth. His hips sped up a little, the plunge of his cock going even deeper.

It didn't take long for the glass on the shower stall to fog up and all surfaces to become slippery with steam. Charlie's hot breath was what scathed me as he begun thrusting into me faster, hard, giving it to me as brutally as I could take it. My pussy was practically sucking him in. I cried out and clawed my nails down his back, hearing Charlie groan throatily.

"Gonna... ah, fuck!" I whimpered, but then arched when it washed over me, excusing the pun. My body started convulsing in his arms, and not long after, Charlie followed himself, releasing with a long groan. He thrust in, stayed, and then pumped me full of his cūm until I felt it began to leak out, getting washed away by the water. He kept releasing while that rush took a hold of my body, making me shrink around him.

By the time we could both breathe again, I was so sore and spent I couldn't stand up straight. Charlie had to hold me and help me wash myself off, but I didn't hear him complain. He spent extra time cleaning my sensitive folds with his fingers, washing away his mess. We then stepped out and dried off, Charlie helping me with that, too. I was impressed with how nurturing he had become so quickly, how if I moved just a tad too far away, he instantly came closer to me.

Possessiveness had never turned me on since I was proud to be my own woman, but with Charlie I felt my heart swell when he didn't like having me further away than arm's width.

After drying and getting dressed, it was time for breakfast. We decided to reheat some of the leftovers from last night, then save what was left for dinner tonight. Charlie ate his usual exuberant portions, but for once, he wasn't the only one. After five rounds last night, then one this morning, I was practically dying from starvation. I ate and ate until my stomach hurt, then drank about a gallon of water before I was finally full. Charlie had stared at me intensely, and when I asked him what was so interesting, he had replied;

"I don't know. I just enjoy watching you eat. My mind likes seeing you get fed." He had swallowed and then slowly looked down at my lips when I had licked them to catch some tomato residue. "You look beautiful when you eat my food."

After that, it was an awkward couple of minutes of me clearing my throat and trying to stop myself from blushing. I think it was safe to presume he had grown possessive over me in a carnal way that came from his animal side. I couldn't decide if that was either sexy or slightly terrifying.

Around 12am, which was not long after we finished eating breakfast (the whole day had been skewed since I had been so exhausted from last night and had overslept), we finally sat down on the couch, Charlie taking my hand and braiding his fingers through mine. After last night, he could barely stop touching me. Even if it was just a graze, he constantly had to feel me, smell me, kiss me.

"So," I said, trying to remember how my voice sounded when I kept it professional. Should I even bother, or just give up on trying to keep an ounce of professionalism between us? I wasn't ready to submit fully to what this was yet, so steadfastly, I forced my voice to comply. "I know a lot has happened between us, but that doesn't mean the teaching will stop. Even though we're now..." I struggled for a word that described us best without making us a label, "intimate, I want us to continue our progress and lessons every day."

"I do, too," Charlie replied and rubbed his thumb over the soft skin on top of my hand. "I don't want to stop learning, but I also don't want to stop pleasuring you."

"I, uhm... okay," I cleared my throat and reminded myself how breathing worked. "But for the sake of our daily lessons not getting compromised, let's keep the, uh... pleasuring to at night. Deal?"

Charlie lifted my hand and kissed it. "I'll try... So, you said yesterday you had something big planned for me today?"

I did? I had? God, I was still caught up in that simple, yet sweet kiss, I couldn't remember a word I'd said yesterday.

I ransacking my brain before I finally remembered what I had planned yesterday before I had thrown my good sense out of the window. "Oh, right. Well, it might seem a little less exhilarating after last night—" (Charlie purred) "—but, uh... I hope you'll still be able to enjoy it since it's pretty much the greatest tool we humans have invented."

Charlie frowned a little. "What is it?"

"Well. After months of you studying via books and through visual means, I'd like to finally introduce you to the ultimate learning tool; the Internet."

He blinked at me, a blank expression on his face. "The what?"

I stood up and walked up to my laptop, limping a little as I came back and set it down on the sofa table. Oh, man. "The Internet. It's a place where you can learn almost everything known to mankind. I know that C.E.N.T.U.R.I.E.S never allowed you to plug into it because they were worried what would happen if you... well, if you became too smart. They only taught you what they deemed you needed to know, but now after weeks of working with you, I know without a shadow of doubt you can handle it. The internet allows you to search up anything you please and learn about it, and that's my gift to you. As a token of how proud I am of all the progress you made."

Charlie stared at me for a long moment, but then turned his eyes to the laptop as I flipped up the screen and pressed the internet icon. My homepage Google appeared, as did the rectangle search box. Again, Charlie just stared, not knowing what to do.

"Charlie?" I placed my hand on top of his arm and gave it a little squeeze. "You okay?"

He blinked slowly, then swallowed and throatily voiced; "You gift me with... knowledge? The ultimate place of it, for me to use as I please?"

"Yes," I replied, but then frowned a little when he grew still again. "Unless you don't want it. If you don't feel like—"

Charlie pushed me down on the couch and pressed his lips against mine before I could finish my sentence. I let out a gasp, but then grew pliant beneath him as he kissed me deeply, earnestly. He cupped my head and groaned desperately, pulled me to him and held me tightly. When I couldn't breathe and my head started swimming, he finally pulled away and pressed his forehead against mine.

"Thank you," He said with a gravelly voice. He pecked my swollen lips once more, then peppered kisses all over my face, gratitude laced in each of them. "Thank you, thank you, thank you..."

I felt my heart burn and had to swallow a thick lump of emotions before I could speak. "It's truly my pleasure, Charlie. Seeing you happy and seeing you learn..."

"I love you," He said again, pressing another lingering kiss to my parted lips. "I love you so much, Carly."

I now completely choked up and had to will my tears not to fall. I couldn't break down, I couldn't break down. "You're welcome. T-try it out."

With a last kiss, he then sat up once more, pulling me up as well. He turned to the laptop which was still running, the cursor waiting for him to type. Hovering his fingers above the laptop, he thought. And thought. And thought.

He sat for almost five full minutes before I decided to stand up and brush him over his hair. "I'll leave you to it. I'll give you a couple of hours to search. Just call if you need any help, okay?"

He nodded vaguely, but kept sitting deep in thoughts as he tried to decide on what to Google first. I gave him one last look, then turned and walked upstairs.

His bed needed some serious new sheets and covers.

~~~

Around two hours later, Charlie was still searching on the laptop, finally having decided on what to google. I had finished up in his room and had even cleaned his bathroom before moving downstairs to my basement to do some laundry. When I emerged in the living room again, Charlie was frowning at the laptop, but was reading fast, his eyes going from side to side with incredible speed. I figured he had found something interesting and therefore didn't want to disturb him. I continued doing the laundry, folding the clean clothes on the dining table.

"You've been holding out on me."

I yelped and flipped around when his voice startled me. It was right behind me. I hadn't heard or even sensed him move, but as his hands grasped my hips and pulled me to him, I definitely felt him. All of him. "W-what?"

"I googled sex," He unashamedly told me, cupping my face and thumbing my chin up so he could meet my horrified stare. "And you've been holding out on me. A lot."

"I—oh, God!"

He picked me up and set me down on the dining table, on top of all the clean clothes I had just folded. He then spread my legs and stepped in between them, grasping my thigh and slowly slid his hand up under my skirt – the skirt I had worn since pants had been too uncomfortable after last night. The same skirt was now becoming my doom as his hand found my panties, his thumb pressing down in between my folds. I quickly gripped his shoulders and kept in the moan in my throat.

"You never taught me about G-spots," He murmured, leaning down to my mouth, pecking it lightly. "Or erogenous zones... or Kama Sutra."

I gasped when his thumb slipped under my panty and twirled around my silky button. I could no longer hold back the sounds in my throat and mewled quietly as he explored. My legs curled around him like a chemical reaction and I exhaled docilely when he kissed the corner of my mouth. "I didn't want to... overwhelm you... or corrupt you... but it doesn't matter anymore," I squeezed my eyes shut and gasped out a breath as he slipped his thumb down to my entrance and pressed against it. "Y-you already p-pleased me in ways that needs no extra—ah, pleasing."

"But I want to," He said, pushing his thumb in and out of me delicately. I moaned and felt my stomach pool with need. "I want to see what more I can make you say. How I can make you twitch. Scream." He bit into my earlobe, dragging it between his teeth.

"Oh, shit," I grasped his upper arms when he replaced his thumb with his fore- and middle finger, plunging them into my wet canal with no warning. I cried out softly and rocked against him—heard how wet I was as his fingers fucked me. I couldn't string together a sentence as his lips laved a path down my neck, down to my throat.

"And curses. I want to know more curses. I don't care if they're bad, they sound beautiful when they come from your lips. When you struggle for your breath to voice something, but in the end all you use your breath on is that. Curses," He licked my jugular; burned me with his tongue. "Teach them to me, Carly. Give me a reason to curse."

I couldn't fight his words. Couldn't fight him. I wet and so close, and his words were like verbal dopamine to my arousal. Like pheromones, they seeped into me and infatuated me.

And I feared I loved being under his spell.

And that's exactly why I found Charlie fucking me on my dining table. Splayed out on top of all my clean clothes, he taught me new ways of coming while I taught him a colorful new vocabulary. So much for 'only at night.' Charlie couldn't control himself, and it seemed neither could I, and I didn't really care.

Not as he made me feel whole even while he tore me apart.

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