Page 88 of X My Heart

After the worst ten seconds of my life, she opens them. “Babe, are you okay? You were dreaming and calling out and shaking. I-I-I d-d-didn’t know what to do,” I stutter, brushing her damp hair out of her face. She is drenched in sweat.

With big eyes, she scans the room. “What?” she slurs a little.

Grabbing my shirt, she buries her face in my chest and I let her. I love how she holds on. Like she needs me. Me.

“Honey, you fucking scared me. Should I call a doctor or Jay?”

Shaking her head, she gulps for air, her tiny frame moving up and down. “No.” She squeezes her eyes shut for a moment. “I’m a bit thirsty.”

I hop out of bed and get her a glass of water, and wet a washcloth.

She is sitting against the headboard when I hand her the drink.

“Thanks.” She takes it from me, her hands still shaking. I put the cold washcloth against her forehead, and she locks eyes with me.

“This feels nice,” she whispers.

Tilting her head up, I kiss her lips. “Should I stay or go, or…”

She takes my hand in hers. “Please stay.” She winces. “I like you sleeping next to me. It calms me.”

“You were shaking and calling out in pain,” I tell her.

“I was?” she asks, startled. She shakes her head, laying the washcloth on her nightstand. “Probably a bad dream. Will you stay with me throughout the night?”

I want to answer, I wanna stay with you forever, but instead I say, “Yeah I’ll stay with you.” I watch her fall asleep, something isn’t right. I don’t know what the hell is going on. Usually I see through everything, but with her, it’s like I’m staring into the void. Maybe I don’t want to figure it out, because once I do, I’m scared she will take more with her when she goes than I can spare, like my fucking heart.

I don’t know when I fall asleep again but when I wake, it’s still dark outside. Sky is staring at me. I turn on my side and brush her hair behind her ear. “Want anything, Shorty?”

“Only you.”

“How long was I out?” I ask, brushing the sleep from my eyes.

“A couple hours. Please kiss me, Hunt,” she says, never breaking eye contact.

I kiss her lips and her hands travel along my spine, pulling me against her. I shift and guide her on top of me.

“Are you sure?” I rasp, doing everything in my power not to devour her.

“Yes, I want you. Every part of you. But …”

“What? You can tell me.”

“I don’t want you to hold back,” she whispers, smiling against my parted lips.

“Shorty, I love it when you talk dirty to me,” I tell her as I lean forward and bury my nose between her cleavage. She giggles when I bite one nipple through the fabric of her tank top. I push it down exposing her creamy skin, and she arches her spine, moaning as my teeth skim her soft flesh.

I pull her shirt up over her head, I want to feel her skin to skin. I love how silky she feels under my calloused hands. Fuck, she has the most beautiful tits; they fit perfectly in my hands, like they were made especially for me. I turn her on her back, and she yelps in surprise, the sight of her beautiful plump lips curling at the sides. Burying my nose in her neck, she squirms and tries to push me away while I tickle her with my stubble. My tongue glides down to her stomach, tasting the salty sweet essence of her body. She opens her thighs, her tiny panties rising up. Her pussy lips are outlined against the red cotton, and the damp spot in the middle has me biting back a growl. My dick twitches because I’m doing this to her. I’m getting her this wet. I roll my tongue above the waistband of her panties, from left to right, the dark spot growing bigger.

“Hunter,” she pants. My name escapes her mouth like a plea. “I don’t … I …”

I smile up at her, my hair falling in front of my eyes. “Lie back, babe, and let me do this for you.”

She nods and her head falls into her pillow. The moon shines through the open balcony doors, illuminating her body, and she’s so beautiful, and all mine.

I slowly pry her panties off, and damn her cream seeps from her tight pink pussy. Before I bury my tongue deep inside her, I part her lips. She grabs the sheets between her trembling hands and I grin. Her tiny clit is glistening and engorged, and begging to be sucked.

“Shorty, I’m going to fuck this tight pussy with my tongue,” my voice sounds hoarse to my own ears.

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