“Rest baby, I’ve got you.”
“Cayden?” she whispers, I kiss her neck once, softly, in response. “That thing you did at your manor…when you told me to trust you.” I don’t need to see her face to know it’s bright red right now. I hold back a laugh, placing another kiss to her neck, no more than a peck.
“Yeah?” I keep my voice as calm and controlled as possible, trying not to make her even more nervous. But god, I’m so fucking proud of her right now.
“Can you do it again?”
“What part, baby? My mouth? My hands?” I know exactly what she’s asking for, but I want to hear the words from her lips. I honestly don’t think she is ready for much tonight, but I’m not going to turn down her asking for something for the first time in her life.
“Either.” Darlia moves closer to me, her back now pressed tightly against my chest as if giving me the green light. Instead, I run my fingers up and down her stomach, not giving her what she wants, what she needs.
“Like this?” I know it’s not, but I continue anyway. I move my hand lower only to move under the hem of my shirt before running my fingers back up her stomach and up to her breasts, cupping one in my hand and running my thumb over her nipple. Darlia whimpers instantly.
“Shhh, baby, our friends are outside.”
“Cayden.” Her voice is so full of need it goes straight to my groin, but I ignore it. This isn’t about me. Everything I do now is for her, and if she’s letting me touch her like this, like hell am I going to ruin it by pushing her into something I know she’s not ready for.
“Words, baby. Tell me what you need.”
A breathy moan leaves Darlia’s lips as I pinch her nipple gently between my thumb and forefinger, rubbing it just tightly enough that her hips start squirming desperately for friction she won’t get.
“You’re so beautiful, Darlia.”
My lips return to her neck, kissing and sucking on the soft skin. Her ass presses harder against me as she struggles to remain in control. “Please, Cayden.” It’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard, Darlia desperate for me.
Deciding to give in slightly, I move my free hand under the waistband of her panties, moving to her clit and rubbing slow teasing circles. Immediately, Darlia whines. It’s breathy and needy, and it takes all my control not to push her under me right now.
This isn’t about you, I remind myself. This is about Darlia learning how fucking beautiful her body is and trusting me with it. And I’ll be damned if I break that trust.
“That’s it, baby. Relax into me. I won’t hurt you, you’re doing so well.” The praise easily leaves my lips. All I ever want to do is praise her, tell her how beautiful, brave, and amazing she is. But I also know Darlia well enough to know that if that was all I ever did, it would overwhelm her.
“Good girl.” I push my thigh in between Darlia’s, spreading her legs before moving my hand lower and pushing a finger inside, using my other hand to cover her mouth. “Ride my fingers, baby,” I whisper, giving her full control over her pleasure. “Take what you need from me.”
Darlia starts grinding her hips against my hand, chasing her high. I let her use me, giving herself what she needs. As much as I think I know her limits, she knows them more than me. And I would rather Darlia feel completely in control when she’s this vulnerable.
“Cayden, please, more.”
I move my thumb to her clit again, pressing in firm circles.
“Cayden!” Darlia cries out behind my hand and Jesus Christ I’m so hard it hurts.
“I know, I know. Just let go. So fucking beautiful.”
Her body tenses before releasing, her moans muffled from behind my hand as her body trembles and I hold against me. “Better?” My voice is rough with need, and I hope Darlia doesn’t notice. I only get a soft hum in response before she falls asleep in my arms.
Chapter 35:
Darlia
Cayden’s soft snores wake me, his body warm and comforting against mine as his arms hold me close to his chest. The sun glares against his eyes, though they stay closed and he remains asleep. For the first time, I see how exhausted Cayden looks, like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders. But in this moment, it’s just me and him alone. Right now, he looks at peace.
“Morning, beautiful,” Cayden mumbles, his arms tightening around me as his lips curve into a sleepy smile, his eyes still closed. “How’d you sleep?”
“Good, you?”
His eyes blink open, looking soft and happy. “Mhmm good. Are you hungry?" Before I get to answer, Cayden presses a kiss to my forehead, getting up and throwing on a shirt before walking out to the kitchen to make me food.
“We’re going out today, baby. There’s clothes for you in the wardrobe.” And then he’s gone, giving me privacy while I change.
