Page 63 of Unearthed Dreams
The words written across her skin rippled as she arched, chest heaving. My cock throbbed painfully, trapped in my jeans and pressed against her ass. But this wasn’t about me. This was about watching this beautiful creature fall apart in my arms, trusting me to catch her.
Her breath came in sharp gasps now, punctuated by these perfect little whimpers that made me want to devour her whole. I could feel her getting close, her inner muscles fluttering around my fingers.
“Look at those pretty tits bounce while I fuck you with my fingers,” I growled in her ear. “You’re so fucking perfect, taking everything I give you.”
Charlie’s eyes locked with mine in the mirror as her orgasm started to peak, her mouth falling open in a silent cry.
“That’s right, come for me. Show me how good it feels when I make you?—”
Hot liquid hit my palm first before splashing to the tiled bathroom floor.
Oh, fuck, my girl’s a squirter.
I finger fucked her through it as she came over and over again. I counted four rapid rises and releases. There was a goddamn puddle on the floor and I had never seen anything so hot in my entire life.
“I can’t—” Charlie panted in my arms, head shaking back and forth, rolling against my chest. “No more, Kai. I can’t.”
Her body trembled against me as aftershocks rippled through her. I held her tight while she caught her breath, my other hand still buried inside her.
“Holy shit,” she gasped, staring at the puddle on the floor with wide eyes. “Is that?—”
“Shh.” I pressed a kiss to her neck, right over her thundering pulse. “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect.”
I slowly withdrew my fingers, making her whimper at the loss. I brought them to my mouth, maintaining eye contact in the mirror as I sucked them clean. The taste of her exploded on my tongue—sweet and tangy and addictive.
Charlie’s pupils dilated as she watched me, her chest still heaving. The red words across her skin had smeared slightly with sweat, making them look softer, more intimate.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” I scooped her into my arms, cradling her against me as her head lolled against my shoulder. The complete trust in that simple gesture made my chest tight.
I carried her to the bed, laying her down before heading to the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the quiet apartment as I dampened a washcloth with warm water. When I returned, Charlie had curled onto her side, looking small and vulnerable in the dim light.
“You okay?” I asked softly, sitting beside her on the bed.
She nodded, a shy smile playing at her lips. “Just... wow.”
“Yeah?” I couldn’t help the pride that crept into my voice as I cleaned her thighs. “You were incredible.”
I grabbed one of my soft t-shirts from the dresser then. “Arms up,” I murmured, helping her slip it on. The sight of her drowning in my shirt, marked underneath with my words, made something possessive surge in my chest.
“What about you?” she asked, eyeing the obvious bulge in my jeans.
“Not tonight.” I pulled her close, tucking her head under my chin. “Tonight’s just about taking care of you.”
She made a soft sound of protest, but I could feel how heavy her limbs were getting, how her breathing was evening out.
“Sleep, pretty girl.” I pulled the blankets up around us, making sure she was warm and comfortable. “I’ve got you.”
I held her as she drifted off, one hand stroking her hair while the other traced gentle patterns on her back through my shirt. Only when her breathing deepened into sleep did I allow myself to really feel the weight of everything—this trust she placed in me, this tenderness I thought I’d forgotten how to give.
I pressed a kiss to her temple and let her steady breaths lull me toward sleep, the words I’d written on her skin echoing in my mind like a prayer.
Beautiful. Smart. Creative. Kind. Sweet. Sexy. Mine.
And underneath them all, the word I hadn’t written but felt with every beat of my heart:
Loved.
Chapter Twenty-Three
