Page 106 of A Love Like Candle Light

“Fuck.” She tenses around me, and damn if it doesn’t almost make me come.

“A little longer, Kylie,” I growl against her lips, slowly picking up the rhythm. I’m so fucking close too. Only a little longer. I want to stay inside her, keep this connection, keep watching her lose her mind. “Can you wait for me, babe?”

“I don’t—fuck, Eri-kkk.” Her eyes flutter closed.

“Yes, you can,” I mumble and press a kiss to the side of her throat. “I know you do.” Pressure starts to build in my lower belly. I fuck her faster, harder, feel her walls tighten around my cock.

“Erik,” she whimpers and shakes her head. Every muscle in her body tenses.

“Almost there, babe,” I whisper, earning a sob. “Come on. Open your pretty eyes. Look at me.”

She stares at me through her thick eyelashes, eyes glossy with pleasure, and when she lets out a soft throaty moan, it’s over for me.

“Come for me, bab-” I can’t even get the nickname out before she trembles and moans my name and arches into me, her walls milking my cock.

“Kylie.” I lay my forehead against hers as she pulls me right with her over the edge. I groan, my muscles contracting and my cum shooting inside the condom. “Fuck. You feel amazing, babe,” I mumble and ride out my orgasm, circling her clit until she stops shaking and pulls at my wrist.

Then I collapse on top of her and bury my face in the crook of her neck, taking a deep breath. I could stay here forever. Taking in her soft honey and cinnamon scent, feeling her heart beating under my palm, her warmth around my cock.

“You are so perfect. So unreal,” I mumble against her skin, so softly I doubt she heard me, and press a kiss to it.

Once she catches her breath, her arms snake around me and she draws featherlight patterns on my shoulders with her fingertips, so light her touch sends a shiver down my spine.

If there was ever a perfect moment in life, this would be it. Right here, listening to her shaky breaths, my cock still inside her and knowing she’s in fucking love with me. Fuck. My emotions are all over the place, in a positive way I haven’t felt in such a long time.

My life was a cloudy afternoon at best and she barged right in, all sunshine and rainbows and warmth. And I’m basking in her rays, swallowing the lingering fear of them disappearing one day.

But I promised her: No being scared of my feelings for her. She’s my person and I will embrace everything that comes with it. The warmth, the fear, her fears and the way she makes my heart flutter.

“You alive?” She pokes my ribs and I hear the smile in her voice.

“Barely,” I mumble against her skin and lift myself up a little, until I’m nose to nose with her. God, I could stare at her for hours. Skin glistening with sweat, cheeks the cutest shade of pink, and the gentlest smile on her lips.

She looks exhausted, though.

“Shall we?” I nod towards the bathroom.

Her face pulls into a grimace, but she nods slightly. “Yes. Please.” Then her expression turns mischievous and her grin widens. “Carry me.”

“You say that like I’d complain about it. Come on, princess.” I pull out of her slowly, earning a grimace, remove the condom, then get up. My left arm slides under the back of her knees, right one under her back and I lift her with ease in a bridal carry.

“Careful, I might get used to this,” she mumbles against my throat, then presses her lips to my pulse and lets out a happy sigh.

“If you’re waiting for a complaint, don’t hold your breath,” I whisper and carefully set her down and turn on the shower to let it warm up. There’s no way I will ever complain about having her in my arms.

Once we’re both under the hot stream, I keep staring at her. Her wet hair, her face, her flushed cheeks, the happy smile, the way she closes her eyes and leans against me.

My chest fills with warmth. What a day. So much has shifted between us, like the bond between us was solidified, only by saying the word ‘love’ out loud.

I reach for her shampoo, pour some into my hands and work it into her hair, taking my time, massaging her scalp with my fingertips.

“You’re really fucking good at this,” she mumbles against my chest with a happy sigh, then looks up and digs her chin into my collarbone. “We should do this more often.”

“We will.” I nudge her a under the stream to rinse the shampoo out of her hair. “Don’t fall asleep on me.”

She blinks her eyes open. “I would never.” The twitching corners of her mouth betray her bold lie.

“Come on, we’re almost done.” I’m already pouring conditioner into my palm. She wrings water out of her hair and turns a little, so I can work the conditioner in a little easier. “You can do it. I believe in you.”