“Fuck, Char,” he choked out, his hand jerking wildly on his cock.
With a final, guttural moan, thick ropes of cum spilled out, splattering hot and sticky across my chest, each pulse marking me as he groaned through his release.
My pussy walls clenched hard, rippling with wave after wave of pleasure. I couldn’t hold back, couldn’t control the flood as a rush of liquid gushed from me, soaking the pillow beneath and drenching the wand between my thighs.
Leaning back, I let the pleasure consume me. The pillow beneath me was utterly soaked, a sticky, wet mess, but I couldn’t stop. The relentless pulsing inside me drove another stream of ecstasy out, and I cried out, trembling as my orgasm dragged on.
I collapsed onto the bed, my body still quivering from the aftershocks. My gaze drifted to the soaking wet pillow beneath me, then to Austin, slumped in the chair, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. I lifted a hand to my chest, thesticky evidence of him still warm on my skin, then back to the drenched pillow. A nervous giggle bubbled before I could stop it.
“Sorry, that’s never happened before.”
He tilted his head, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. “What?”
I gestured to the mess beneath me. “Getting everything wet... squirting everywhere.”
His eyes darkened, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a way that made my stomach flip. “Fuck, Char,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
The silence between us stretched, and the familiar pull of self-doubt crept in. I stared at the ceiling, bracing myself for the inevitable—waiting for him to leave and for my mind to start reeling. My chest tightened at the thought, but I didn’t move, didn’t speak.
Austin stood and reached for the soaked pillow.
My heart jumped as I bolted upright, grabbing his arm. “You don’t have to touch that. I can clean it up,” I said quickly, my voice tinged with embarrassment.
He shook his head, his gaze soft but firm. “No, honey,” he murmured, cupping my cheek with his free hand. “Let me take care of you.”
27
austin
I’d failed at this before, but I was going to do better. I learned that I needed to do better because Charlie deserved to feel loved after she came undone.
“Come on,” I whispered as I lifted her and took her into the connected bathroom.
“Mmm,” she softly moaned. “Where are we going?”
In the bathroom, her oversized clawfoot tub sat like a centerpiece in the middle of the room. Carefully, I set her down on the soft carpet next to the tub, avoiding the cold tile.
“I’m going to run you a bath. Is that okay?”
She nodded, letting her head roll to rest against the edge of the tub. “That sounds nice.”
A soft chuckle escaped me as I leaned over to turn on the warm water, letting it fill the tub.
“Are you okay?” I asked, not because I felt obligated, but because I genuinely needed her to be. I didn’t want her to regret this.
Maybe I’d pushed the boundaries earlier when I asked her to kiss me, but I couldn’t keep my distance. This wasn’t like it had been with Nova. Back then, I’d been using her without even realizing it, feeding my addiction under the guise of love. WithCharlie, it was different. There was no high I was chasing, no empty craving to fill.
With her, it felt deeper—real. A connection built on substance, not need.
I wanted to be the kind of man she’d wake up next to and feel good about—the kind of man she could trust, who made her proud to be with him. The thought clung to me, heavier than I expected.
Reality crept in, and I shook my head, forcing myself to remember what this was. We were only married on paper. Just temporarily.
Still, for as long as this lasted, I could be that partner for her. I could be someone she leaned on, someone who didn’t let her down. It didn’t have to be permanent, but it could matter right now. That was enough.
“Bath’s good to go,” I said, holding out my hand.
She slid her fingers into mine, and I guided her down into the bath.
