“That’s it, Princess. Soak my cock while I fill you up,” I growl through my teeth just as my own orgasm hits me like a ton of bricks. My hips lock in place deep inside her just as I release my tight grip on her throat. I stay buried inside her feeling her wall constrict and flutter. She takes a deep intake of breath and leansheavily on me. I would stay here forever if I could, but I pull out and slowly bring her leg down but can tell her whole body is shaky.
“Such a good girl, baby. You did so good,” I praise her, running the back of my knuckles down her soft, wet face. When I look down at her, her eyes are closed but she has a sated smile on her parted lips. Lean down, I kiss her softly. Letting my lips linger. “Let’s get you cleaned up and go to bed,” I say. And only then does she let her hands drop.
I sit her down on the tiled bench on the edge of the shower so I can clean her up. Her legs are so shaky, I don’t trust she wouldn’t fall. I quickly grab the loofah and clean myself up as quickly as possible while she rests there. I grab a soft cloth and pour some of her coconut body wash onto it. Turning to face her, I squat down between her parted legs and begin gently cleaning her up. The whole time kissing places along her body just before I wash it.
Once she’s all clean, I help her to stand up and we drench ourselves under the overhead rain shower head. Her eyes are still hooded and the small smile hasn’t left her face. I love that I can pleasure my wife like this, and enjoy knowing I can take her into subspace but it's taking care of her after that brings us even closer. After 20 years with this woman, she is my everything.
I turn off the water and open the sliding door to grab two towels. I wrap her in one and then wrap one around my waist, tucking it in so it doesn’t fall. Bending slightly to pick her up bridal-style into my arms, I take her to our bed.
After drying both her and myself off, I tuck her into the bed. I crawl in behind her draping my arm over her waist. She scoots back to where she is nestled closely, her ass against my crotch and her back pressed firmly to my chest. I kiss her shoulder and then her neck. “I missed you, baby.”
“I missed you too, Cam. I love you so much,” she whispers in her drowsy voice, and I chuckle at how she sounds almost drunk.
“I love you too, Princess. Now sleep. I got you,” I say, kissing the back of her head. Her breaths begin to even out, and her body completely relaxes after just a few moments, letting me know she’s asleep. It’s only then that my eyes close.
CHAPTER 6
Camden
Friday night/Saturday morning
Startling awake, my eyes open. Blinking them quickly trying to clear the dryness, I have no idea what woke me up. Rubbing my eyes with both hands and glancing at where Shayna is still fast asleep, I raise up on my elbows trying to figure out what could have caused me to wake. Glancing around the room, I don’t even know what time it is. The room is dark and my eyes are finally adjusting, when I hear a muffled cry coming from outside our door.
Removing the covers from my legs, I glance over at Shayna again to make sure she doesn’t wake. She could sleep through a hurricane. Slowly getting up from the bed, I slide my gray sweatpants on that are hanging on the chair in the corner. The crying seems to be getting louder and it sends me into a sense of urgency now.
Leaving our room, I gently close the door with a soft click and walk across the hall to where Lexi is sleeping. I press my ear up against the door as my hand reaches for the door knob. If she’shaving a nightmare, I don’t want to wake her but if she’s awake, I don’t want to just walk in and scare her.
I give the door a soft knock, but nothing. Then I hear the crying again. “No… stop… please Jase…” And with that, I know she’s having a nightmare. I slowly and carefully open the door so as to not scare her awake.
The sheets and blankets are thrown half off the bed to the floor. She’s tossing and turning in just a pair of sleep shorts and camisole. Pulling the door to, not closing it completely, I walk over to the bed quickly.
“Shhhh, shhhh…” Leaning down, I whisper and softly brush the hair back that has stuck to her forehead away from her face. “It’s okay, Lexi. You’re okay,” I say quietly. She doesn’t wake but it seems to have calmed her down a bit.
Gently sitting on the edge of the bed, I continue to watch her. Moving my fingers softly over her forehead and down the swells of her soft tear soaked cheeks, my brow furrows knowing that she is just reliving the hell she went through with that asshole. She lets out a soft sigh and turns onto her side facing where I’m sitting, curling into herself. I think she’s awake, but her eyes remain closed.
I push the hair behind her ear, still being extremely careful as to not wake her. “It’s just a dream, Lexi. I promise you, he won’t hurt you again,” I say quietly.
The room is quiet, only our breathing can be heard, along with the rush of air from the vents of the air conditioner. Watching her in silence, she has calmed down and her breathing once more is even. Her lips are parted as she sleeps. I don’t know how long I sit there watching her before I deem it okay to finally leave. I see her body give a little shiver and I’m sure it’s because the air conditioning is blasting over her and her body is completely exposed with the blankets strewn everywhere. It doesn’t help that she was sweating so much from the dream.
Standing up slowly, I lift the sheet and comforter and drape them over her. As soon as they touch her clammy skin, she sucks in a deep breath and releases a sigh. My hands move on their own accord, drifting the back of my knuckles softly down her face. How much I would love to indulge in Shayna’s want to have Lexi in our bed. To bring her into our relationship to make sure she knows how much she’s loved. So she knows just how much she’s wanted and cared for. With all of her past trauma with Jason, I don’t think it’s much of a possibility for us. But as her friends, we can make sure she understands she doesn’t need assholes such as him to feel needed or wanted.
I turn to head back to my room, when I hear her shift on the bed. “Cam,” she whispers hoarsely. I turn back and see her eyes are open but still heavily hooded from sleep. I move to sit back down on the edge of her bed, and turn on the light next to her bed, which emanates a soft glow.
“Hey… you were having a nightmare. I was just checking on you. I’m sorry if I woke you,” I say, once again brushing the hair away from her face.
She stares at me for a moment. It seems she’s still trying to process everything. I wonder if she remembers the dream or is she just confused as to why it’s me in her room.
“Um… I…” she starts but clears her dry throat. “I’m sorry I woke you. I didn’t wake up everyone did I?” she asks, glancing behind me to the door thinking Shayna or the boys were standing there. I turn even more towards her, pulling my knee up on her bed. I give a light chuckle.
“You know Shay sleeps like the dead, and I don’t think anyone heard you but me. I’m a light sleeper,” I say leaning closer to her. I don’t want to intimidate or scare her, but I also want to keep my voice low.
She moves to sit up, leaning against the headboard. Pulling the covers over her exposed thighs, she sits her hands in herlap. Her eyes focus on her hands, as if she’s embarrassed, either about the nightmare or waking me up.
“Want to talk about it?” I ask her trying to get her out of her shell. I can tell she’s different since the last time she was here a few months ago. She’s more reserved and quiet. Not the Lexi we know and love. Shayna and I need to get her back to the strong, fierce and outspoken woman she was before.
She shakes her head and even in the dark I can see the blush staining her cheeks. I rest my hand on her covered knee, and she gives a little jump but doesn’t move away or push my hand away. I give her knee a little squeeze.
“It may help to talk about it. Maybe voicing the nightmare will make it dissipate. Keeping it inside is why it’s manifesting in your sleep,” I try to coax it out of her.
