Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world-Chapter 391: His Birthday [2]

"Hmm... Kael..."

Charlotte mumbled softly under her breath as she lay back against the pillows.

Brandon hovered over her, propped on his elbows as his lips trailed slow, warm kisses along the column of her neck.

The room was quiet except for their breathing and the occasional rustle of sheets.

A blush bloomed across her cheeks, ’So he just wanted cuddles... I thought it was going to be something more...’

She tilted her head anyway, giving him better access, and a small sigh escaping as his mouth moved lower.

His lips brushed the sensitive spot just below her ear, then lower still, sucking gently until she felt the faint pull of his lips.

"Kael, Don’t give hickeys where others can see," she murmured, her fingers threading into his hair to guide him.

Brandon paused and his lips curved against her skin in a smile she could feel more than see.

He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, "Where exactly should I leave my hickeys?"

Charlotte’s blush deepened, but she pulled the collar of her dress down herself, exposing the delicate line of her collarbone.

With a slight tremble in her fingers, she undid the top two buttons and the fabric parted to reveal the soft swell of her breasts.

Brandon dipped his head again, nuzzling into her before pressing open-mouthed kisses along the curve where neck met shoulder, then lower to the plush valley between her breasts.

He kissed the upper swell of one breast, then the other breast before sucking gently at the soft skin just above the neckline.

A faint mark bloomed under his mouth and he left another hickey on the opposite side, then a third one lower.

Charlotte’s fingers tightened in his hair, holding him close as quiet sighs escaped her lips.

Her body relaxed fully beneath him and her legs parted just enough to cradle his hips in a loose, comfortable tangle.

Brandon finally lifted his head, pressing one last gentle kiss to the center of her chest before resting his cheek there.

Patting his head, she asked "You are the birthday boy. The people downstairs will search for you if you stay here any longer."

He leaned up and gently kissed her lips "They are preparing for a small party tonight, so they will be quite busy." he murmured, his lips brushing against hers.

"Also... you will be leaving tomorrow, right? I want to spend some time with you."

Her gaze quivered upon hearing this, and she gave a soft nod "Mhm."

Brandon’s head rested between Charlotte’s breasts as he listened to the steady beat of her heart.

Charlotte’s fingers continued their gentle path through his hair, stroking slowly from crown to nape.

She tilted her head down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

He smiled against her, shifting upward to capture her lips instead.

Charlotte’s arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as she rolled slightly, guiding him until they tumbled gently across the bed.

Sheets tangled around their legs as she ended up on top, straddling his hips.

She kissed him for a moment and pulled back just enough to nip his lower lip.

Brandon’s hands slid up her thighs, pushing the hem of her dress higher as he rolled them again, pinning her beneath him.

"Hahaha..." Charlotte laughed softly into the kiss and the sound got muffled as he claimed her mouth once more.

Her legs wrapped loosely around his waist and her heels pressed lightly into the backs of his thighs to keep him close.

They rolled a third time and Brandon ended up on his back again with Charlotte half-sprawled across his chest.

Her lips trailed from his mouth to his jaw, then down to the spot below his ear.

With a sudden giggle, she pushed herself up, propping on her elbows to look down at him "I will change into comfortable clothes."

As she spoke, she got down from the bed and began to remove the buttons on her shirt before reaching to the drawer.

She turned to look at him over her shoulder "I am going to change so..."

Brandon sat on the bed and looked at her, tilting his head in confusion "So?"

She hesitated and the blush on her cheeks deepened "I mean... you..."

She trailed off, biting her lip, then let out a soft sigh. "Never mind."

Her fingers finished the last button, and the dress parted fully, sliding down from her shoulders, pooling at her feet.

She stood there in only her pale cream bra and pants.

Brandon’s gaze drifted over her back, the elegant line of her spine, the gentle curve of her waist, and the way her hair fell in loose waves down to the middle of her back.

It sent a shiver racing across her skin, raising faint goosebumps along her arms and thighs.

Her cheeks burned hotter, but she didn’t rush.

She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pants and eased them down slowly, letting the fabric slide over her hips and down her legs.

The pants pooled at her feet, and she stepped out of them carefully, leaving her in nothing but the delicate bra and panties.

The lace panties clung to her hips, barely covering the supple curve of her ass and her plush thighs made his hands itch to touch.

Charlotte bent down to gather the discarded dress, and the motion accentuated the arch of her back and the way her ass rounded as she leaned forward.

She placed the clothes neatly on the chair beside the dresser.

Then she pulled the drawer and took a white tank top and cotton shorts.

She turned slightly, giving him a side profile as she slipped the tank top over her head.

The thin fabric fell over her torso, clinging lightly to her breasts before settling at her hips.

Then she stepped into the shorts, pulling them up slowly over her thighs and hips.

Turning to look at him, she asked "Better?"

"Yeah... nice breasts."

Eh?

Charlotte blinked in surprise, and her eyes widened for a second before a soft laugh escaped her lips.

Brandon realized his mistake instantly and rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. "I mean... nice dress."

She shook her head helplessly, giggling as she walked toward the bed. "Nice dress? It’s just a simple tank top and shorts I wear at home."

He shrugged "Well, you’re beautiful in that simple outfit too."

Upon hearing this, she smiled in her heart and moved to the bed, sitting beside him.

She reached up and pinched his nose lightly between her fingers, playful and affectionate. "What a sweet mouth you have."

Brandon let her hold his nose for a second, his eyes crinkling with amusement, but then he caught her wrist gently and kissed her fingertips.

"Only telling the truth," he murmured.

They leaned in at the same time, sharing a soft kiss that ended with a small bite on her lower lip.

At this time, they heard a knock on the door "Kael? Char?"

Hm? Charlotte stood up from the bed and quickly walked to the door, pulling it open slightly "Big Sister."

Elize glanced at her sister’s disheveled hair, and then her gaze traveled to her tank top, where it had loosened on her shoulder, revealing her bra and a hickey there.

Feeling her gaze, Charlotte hurriedly corrected the dress with a forced smile.

Elize’s lips twitched faintly as she spoke "Come downstairs for breakfast."

Brandon appeared behind Charlotte and casually wrapped his arm around her shoulder "Yeah, we will be there."

Elize gave a soft nod "Hmm, Ok then."

With that, she closed the door and left them alone.

Charlotte slowly turned in Brandon’s arm, burying her burning face against his chest with a muffled groan.

"...Kael."

Hm? Hugging her back, he stroked her hair soothingly "What happened, Big Sis?"

Looking up at him, she spoke "I think... Sister saw the hickey on me."

Brandon blinked, then glanced down at the spot she was now covering with her hand.

"Ah... yeah, that one’s pretty visible," he muttered with a dry smile and his thumb brushed the edge of the mark gently. "My bad."

Charlotte groaned again, hiding her face once more "She definitely saw. She had that look. How am I going to face her anymore..."

Brandon chuckled softly, "Elize isn’t going to say anything. She’s too cool for that."

As he spoke, he reached for the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it up and off in one smooth motion "That tank top is not hiding the hickey, so just wear my tshirt."

Looking at his white t-shirt, the faint blush colored her cheeks, and she took it without any protest.

She turned slightly to pull the tank top over her head and then slipped his t-shirt on.

It was a bit big on her, of course. The hem fell to mid-thigh, the sleeves were loose past her elbows, and the neckline slipped off one shoulder slightly.

Brandon’s gaze softened as he watched her adjust the collar "How is it?"

Charlotte tugged at the hem once, then smoothed the fabric over her hips "It feels great."

He smiled back, reaching out to fix the slipping shoulder strap "I will go to my room and wear something else; after that we can head down for breakfast."

With that he left the room, letting her stand there alone.

Looking down at his t-shirt, a fond smile appeared on her lips.

She pulled the collar up to her nose and sniffed it a bit "It smells like him too."

She held it there a moment longer and closed her eyes, letting the comfort of it wrap around her as his arms had minutes ago.