Page 39 of Unearthed Dreams
“Are you wet for me?” The thought of her aroused, standing just feet away, had me gritting my teeth against the surge of need.
“Y-yes.” The admission was barely a whisper.
“Good. Take off your panties and hand them to me.” I shouldn’t push this far, shouldn’t ask this of her, but I was past the point of making sane decisions.
“O-okay.” She wobbled as she tried to maneuver out of her underwear while keeping herself covered, colliding with the doorframe with a soft “shoot” that was so purely Charlie. Her hand extended behind her, handing the scrap of cotton like some kind of erotic offering.
“Turn around, Charlie. You’re gonna watch.” The command came out gentle, giving her the chance to refuse.
But she didn’t. She turned slowly, like a flower seeking sunlight, and finally let her gaze drop. The sharp intake of breath when she saw my cock, the way her tongue darted out to wet her lips—it sent electricity down my spine.
Taking her panties, I brought them to my face and inhaled deeply, groaning at the heady scent of her arousal. Christ, what I wouldn’t give to bury my face between her thighs, to taste her properly, to feel her come apart on my tongue.
My strokes grew faster, rougher, spurred on by her wide-eyed stare. She was squirming now, pressing her thighs together, teeth worrying at that full bottom lip in a way that made me want to soothe it with my tongue.
“Touch yourself.”
The whimper that escaped her went straight to my cock. Her hand disappeared between her thighs, and I could see the subtle movement as she worked herself, using the techniques I’d taught her. The thought of her learning pleasure from me, because of me, was intoxicating.
“How many times?”
She was panting, chest heaving. “What?”
“How many times have you made yourself come?”
“Every day.” The words tumbled out, breathy and honest.
Something snapped inside me—some final thread of control.The growl that tore from my throat was pure animal need. The image of her lying in her bedroom in her parents’ home, trying to stay quiet as she got herself off when I could be the one drawing those sounds from her... it filled me with a possessive rage I barely recognized.
“Stop.”
Her hand froze, mid-motion. I let her panties fall to the floor, released my grip on my cock. The throbbing need could wait.
“It’s my turn.”
And then I was on her, crushing my mouth to hers with all the pent-up desperation of weeks of wanting. Her legs wrapped around my waist instinctively as I lifted her, and the feel of her warmth pressed against my bare cock nearly undid me. I carried her to the bed, laying her down like something precious.
The contrast of her smooth skin against my calloused hands made me dizzy with want. She trembled beneath me, those doe eyes wide and trusting as I traced the curve of her jaw with my thumb. God, she was so fucking responsive, arching into every touch like she was starving for it.
“You sure about this, pretty girl?” Every cell in my body screamed at me to take, claim, possess—but this was Charlie. Sweet, innocent Charlie who deserved better than some quick fuck in my messy apartment.
She nodded frantically, fingers tangling in my hair. “Please, Kai. I want—I need?—”
I caught her mouth in another kiss, swallowing whatever she was about to say. Her little moan when I sucked her bottom lip between my teeth shot straight to my cock. Christ, thesounds she made... I wanted to catalog every single one, learn exactly how to draw them out of her.
My hands found the hem of her shirt, and I broke the kiss just long enough to ask, “Can I touch you?”
“Yes,” she breathed, but when I moved to get a better look at the pussy that had been invading my thoughts for weeks, she suddenly tensed.
“Wait!” Her hands flew to cover herself. “I—um—I haven’t... I mean, no one’s ever seen...” A furious blush spread across her cheeks.
Of course she’d be nervous—this was all new territory for her. I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “We can stop anytime you want. No pressure.”
She shook her head. “No, I want this. I want you. I’m just... embarrassed?”
“Don’t be.” I kissed her softly. “You’re perfect. Let me show you how perfect.”
I shifted to lay beside her, propping myself up on one elbow. “We’ll go slow. Just feel.” My free hand traced lazy patterns on her stomach, gradually moving lower. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
