Page 62 of Unearthed Dreams
Along her ribs now, following the delicate curve of her body.
Kind.
She gasped when the pen touched a sensitive spot, and I soothed the skin with my thumb. My other hand found the zipper at her waist, drawing it down with aching slowness.
Sweet.
The word appeared below her left breast, and I couldn’t resist pressing a kiss there, tasting her sweet skin. The dress slipped lower, revealing more soft skin.
I descended further, marking her smooth stomach.
Sexy.
Her muscles twitched, a small whimper escaping her lips as I slid the dress from her body.
The final word demanded to be written in that perfect dip below her hip bone, where her skin was softest, just above the lace of her panties.
Mine.
Each letter was a claim, a promise, an admission I couldn’t voice any other way. When I pulled back to admire my work, the sight of her marked with my words, my truth, made my cock throb painfully against my zipper.
“Stand for me, pretty girl.”
Charlie rose on shaky legs, her chest rising and falling with quick breaths. I walked backward, drawing her with me, never breaking eye contact.
I positioned her in front of the mirror, my chest pressed toher back. “Look,” I whispered against her ear, one hand splayed across her stomach. “Look at how perfect you are.”
I traced each word again, slower this time. “Beautiful,” I breathed, watching her eyes flutter in the mirror. “Smart.” My touch drifted lower. “Creative.” She shivered. “Kind.” Another tremor ran through her. “Sweet.”
When I reachedsexy, her breath hitched. Atmine, she pressed against me, seeking more contact.
“Keep your eyes open,” I murmured “Watch how perfect you look when I fuck this pretty pussy with my fingers.”
Our eyes locked in the mirror as I pulled her panties aside with one hand. I slid the other—the one that had been possessively gripping her soft hip—up and over her curves to her mouth. With two fingers, I tapped against her lips.
“Suck.”
Her lips parted, tongue darting out to wet my fingers before taking them into her warm mouth. The wet heat of her tongue sliding between my digits sent electricity straight to my cock.
Her eyes stayed locked on mine in the mirror as she sucked, hollowing her cheeks in a way that made my brain short-circuit. My other hand slid lower, finding her slick and ready. I groaned at how wet she was already.
“Such a good girl, getting so wet for me.” I withdrew my fingers from her mouth, trailing them down her throat to her breast. “I’m going to make you come while you watch yourself fall apart in this mirror.”
I circled her clit with torturous slowness, watching her face contort with pleasure. Her hips rolled against my touch, seeking more friction. With my other hand, I pinched her nipple, making her gasp.
“Please,” she whimpered, her eyes heavy-lidded but still fixed on our reflection.
“Please what?” I nipped at her earlobe. “Use your words, pretty girl.”
“More. I need—” She broke off with a moan as I slid one finger inside her, curling it just right.
“Is this what you need?” I added a second finger, stretching her deliciously. “Or this?” My thumb found her clit again, pressing firmly.
Her walls clenched around my fingers as I picked up the pace, drawing desperate little sounds from her throat. The sight of her—marked with my words, flushed and trembling—made me wanna blow right in my pants.
I twisted my wrist, curling my fingers to hit that perfect spot inside her while my thumb worked her clit in tight circles. Her legs shook, and I tightened my grip around her waist to hold her up.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Let me feel you come on my fingers.”
