Chapter 1: Opening Image
Charlie sat on the couch, nursing a beer and watching the latest episode of MasterChef. The TV blasted the.. *ding* and *whoop* of someone winning the challenge, and Charlie sighed, already missing the suspense. The cat stretched next to him, purring louder as he scratched her behind the ears. He looked over at the kitchen, half-expecting Sarah to come striding in.
He loved women. But more than that, he loved noses. That little bump of cartilage and skin that defined each girl's personality.
The way it tilted up or down, the size and shape of the nostrils, the freckles or beauty marks that dotted the bridge - it was all so fucking fascinating to Charlie. And Sarah's? It was a goddamn masterpiece.
His eyes wandered to the framed photo on the mantel - Sarah laughing, her nose slightly upturned, nostrils flaring as she blew out birthday candles. His cock twitched in his jeans, remembering how that nose looked when she was on her knees, looking up at him with those big brown eyes.
"Hey, babe," Sarah's voice pulled him from his reverie. She stood in the doorway, phone in hand, a sly smile playing on her lips. "You're not still watching that cooking show, are you?"
Charlie grinned, "Nah, just waiting for you to come home and cook something up for me."
She rolled her eyes, but her smile never faded.
"I'm not your personal chef, Charlie." She sauntered into the living room, her hips swaying in that way that always drove him crazy. She was wearing a simple black dress, the fabric clinging to her curves. Charlie could see the outline of her bra, the lace peeking through the thin material. His mouth watered, his cock already hardening in anticipation.
"Maybe not," he said, his voice low and husky. "But you're my personal everything else." He reached out, grabbing her wrist and pulling her towards him.
She stumbled, falling onto his lap, her dress riding up to reveal her thighs. Charlie could feel the heat radiating from her core, and he groaned, his hands gripping her ass, pulling her closer.
"Fuck, Sarah," he muttered, his breath hot on her neck. "You know what that dress does to me."
She chuckled, a low, sultry sound that sent shivers down his spine. "That's the point, Charlie. I want you to lose control."
He growled, his hands moving up her thighs, pushing her dress higher.
She squirmed, trying to get closer, her hips grinding against his growing erection. He could feel her wetness through her panties, and he groaned, his fingers tracing the edge of her underwear.
"Fuck, Sarah," he muttered, his voice ragged. "You're so fucking wet."
She bit her lip, her eyes locked onto his. "Only for you, Charlie. Always for you."
He slid one finger under the fabric, brushing against her clit. She gasped, her head falling back, revealing that beautiful nose. He could see the nostrils flaring, her breath coming in short gasps.
Fuck, he loved that nose. It was like a fucking map to her emotions, and right now, it was telling him she was turned on, ready for him.
"Charlie," she moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. "More. I need more."
He chuckled, a dark, dangerous sound. "Greedy little thing, aren't you?" He slipped another finger inside her, curling it upwards, hitting that sweet spot that made her cry out.
"Christ, yes!" she hissed, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Right there! Don't stop!"
He didn't.
Instead, he withdrew his fingers, making her whimper in protest. His hands moved to her dress, pushing it up and over her head, leaving her in nothing but her black lace bra and matching panties. He took a moment to appreciate the view, his eyes roaming over her body, lingering on her hard nipples visible through the lace.
"Fuck, Sarah," he said, his voice rough. "You're so fucking beautiful."
She blushed, her eyes dropping to his crotch, where his cock was straining against his jeans.
"You're not so bad yourself," she purred, reaching out to stroke him through the denim. He hissed, his hips bucking into her touch.
"Fuck, Sarah," he groaned, his hands cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing against her nipples. "I need to taste you."
He pushed her back onto the couch, kneeling between her legs. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down slowly, revealing her smooth, waxed pussy. He groaned, his mouth watering at the sight of her.