Summary: MC (Charlotte) comes back from breakfast to find Zig still in her bed.
Notes: So this kind of went off the rails from what I expected this section to be. Clearly, the characters have minds of their own. Thank you to everyone who has been so encouraging and supportive of this series so far, you are all wonderful and I appreciate you so much ❤️ We’re getting closer to the end! Only three more installments!
Kaitlyn walked Charlotte back to their apartment before calling a Dryve to come pick her up to take her to Annisa’s. Charlotte walked inside and tossed her keys on the kitchen table, listening for sounds of Zig, but heard nothing. She headed into her bedroom where Zig was still asleep, the blankets pushed down around his waist. Charlotte smiled at the sight as she kicked off her shoes and climbed in beside him pulling the blankets up around their shoulders.
“Hey,” Zig murmured, woken by her weight on the mattress. “I thought you were going to breakfast.”
“I did go,” she said as he pulled her close to him, his tanned, honeyed skin radiating warmth. “I just got back.”
“Oh no, did I sleep this whole time?” he asked, letting go of her to grab his phone from where he’d dropped it on the floor the night before.
“Clearly you needed the rest,” she said, wrapping her arm around his waist as she rested her face against the strong muscles of his back. He laced his fingers in between hers and they lay there for a long time.
“When do you need to leave?” Charlotte finally asked.
Zig checked his phone. “Couple hours. I want to make sure I get on the road soon enough so I won’t end up driving most of the way in the dark.” He rolled over to face her and she gazed into his eyes. God, how she loved his brown eyes. She couldn’t help but think of their first night together in the cabin. He never seemed nervous or uncomfortable under direct eye contact; his sort of confidence was so foreign to her and she envied it. Zig always seemed so sure of himself, so sure of what he wanted. Charlotte wanted to ask him how he could know something like that, how he could just make up his mind. She wanted to ask him how he felt so sure that he could transfer closer to Boston and wouldn’t end up resenting her after giving up so much. Instead, she kissed him. His lips were soft and responsive, melting into hers in a mercurial way that always made her weak. They kissed in an unhurried way, like time wasn’t quickly marching them towards a goodbye.
“It’s not really fair that you’re still wearing jeans,” Zig finally murmured against her lips, his finger hooking in her belt loop.
“Hey, you promised you’d take these off before I got back,” Charlotte countered, tugging at the waistband of her purple pajama pants that he still wore.
“Oh, sure, hold something I said when I was half asleep against–” His words melted into a soft moan against her mouth as Charlotte slipped her hand inside the pajama pants and gently began to caress his hardening length. She paused long enough to tug down the pajama pants and Zig kicked them away, stretching out beside her as she slowly teased him, gently tracing her fingernails up his thighs before tracing the end of his cock with the tip of her finger.
“This isn’t fair,” he finally mumbled as he kissed her, fumbling with the snap on her jeans. Charlotte let go of him and undid her pants, pulling them off before tossing them onto the floor. Zig ran his hand under her shirt, his fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake. She sat up and pulled off her shirt, tossing both it and her bra off the bed before lying down again as Zig covered them with the blanket. He pulled her to him, his hand on her lower back, fingers splayed. Charlotte hooked her leg over his hip and reached between them again for his cock, now fully erect. She kissed him and tilted her hips towards him, just barely letting him feel how wet she already was for him. He groaned, pushing towards her and she guided him inside. Charlotte kissed him as he rolled her onto her back, slowly bringing her hands up by her head and lacing his fingers in hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he started to move in and out of her, taking his time with each push, filling her completely.
Zig kissed her lips, her cheek, trailing down to her throat, licking her soft skin. Charlotte squeezed his hands and used her legs to urge him deeper as she felt the first stirrings within her, the first embers of a growing flame. Zig continued to go slowly, taking his time with her, savoring her. He released her hands and she cupped his face in her hands, kissing him deeply, his own tongue insistent against hers. The embers within her began to grow hotter, threatening to spark into a raging fire that she felt sure would consume them both.
“Charlotte,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin, and that was all it took. She felt herself burst into flames underneath him, crying out his name as she writhed under him, lost in the overwhelmingly pleasurable feel of him. He was moving faster now, unrelenting as she rode out her orgasm, pushing her further and further. Then, just as the first one turned to smoke, another climax took her. As she fluttered around him, she felt him pulse inside her in his own release.
Zig dropped his forehead against hers for a moment, both of them breathing hard, until he pulled away and lay down beside her. Charlotte turned her head to look at him and reached out to touch his face. He closed his eyes against her touch before taking her hand in his, kissing her palm.
“Come back with me,” he said, still trying to catch his breath.
“I can’t,” she said, startling herself. Charlotte had spoken without thinking, but she knew it was true. Zig opened his eyes and studied her face.
“Let me come here.”
“I can’t.”
“I know,” he said sadly. “But I had to try.”
“I’m sorry,” Charlotte said, a tear already balancing on her eyelashes. Zig shook his head.
“Don’t apologize,” he said, leaning in to kiss her gently. “I’m just glad I got to love you for a little while.”
Charlotte closed her eyes and covered her mouth as a sob broke free. Zig pulled her close and held her as she cried, great heaving cries that wracked her whole body. When she finally began to calm down, he kissed her forehead before he let her go and climbed out of bed.
“I’m stealing these, by the way,” Zig said, holding up the purple pajama pants.
“They’re yours,” Charlotte said from the bed. She watched him dress and finish packing, stuffing the pajama pants into his bag. When he put on his jacket, she sat up, holding the blankets to her.
“Bye, Charlotte,” he said quietly, leaning in to kiss her cheek.
“Bye, Zig.”
With that, he left, carefully closing the door behind him.
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