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Cal’s groan ripped through the night — deep, broken, stunned. The taste of him exploded on her tongue, salty-sweet, clean, unmistakably him. Hot. Velvet over steel. So thick her lips stretched wide around him, but she moaned at how right it felt. She swirled her tongue slowly, lovingly, tracing the sensitive ridge beneath the head while one hand stroked the thick length she couldn’t yet take deeper. Steam curled around her face. Warm spring water lapped at her breasts and thighs as she rocked gently on her knees.

Oh God this feels so good…so right.

“Fuck… Sage…I…” His voice was wrecked already, one huge hand hovering near her head like he was afraid to touch her.

She pulled off just long enough to whisper, “It’s okay, Daddy. Hold on to me. I’ve got you.” Then she sank down again, taking more of him, relaxing her throat as Isabelle had described. The heavy weight of him on her tongue made her pussy clench hard with empty need, but this wasn’t about her. This was about giving her shy, beautiful virgin the kind of pleasure he’d waited forty-six years to feel.

Cal’s fingers finally threaded gently into her hair — not pushing, just anchoring. His thighs trembled on either side of her. Every low, helpless sound he made sent sparks through her blood. She bobbed slowly at first, then with growing confidence, hollowing her cheeks, sucking with wet, filthy heat while her hand twisted gently around the base. Water splashed softly with her rhythm. Moonlight silvered the saliva shining on his shaft every time she pulled back.

He’s shaking… for me. This giant who’s faced down hell is falling apart because of my mouth.

The thought made her dizzy with love and power. She hummed around him, the vibration pulling another guttural moan from deep in his chest. His balls drew up tight against her fingers, heavy and full as she gently kneaded them.

So full…needy…God I love him.

She took him deeper, throat working, nose brushing the dark, wet hair at his base. Tears pricked her eyes from the stretch, but she didn’t stop — she wanted the burn, wanted every inch of this first for him. Her free hand continued to cup and gently roll his balls, feeling them tighten further.

Cal’s hips jerked once, involuntary. “Baby girl— Sage honey— I’m… I’m close—” His voice cracked with warning. One big hand tried to tug her gently off, the other gripping the edge of the stone seat like he was fighting not to lose control.

Not a chance baby!

She gripped his thick thighs with both hands, nails digging in just enough to hold him right where he was, and sucked harder — faster — tongue fluttering wildly under the head.

Give it to me, she thought fiercely, eyes locked on his face. All of it. I want every drop of your first time.

“Fuck— Sage— I can’t— I’m gonna⁠—”

His whole body went rigid. A deep, broken roar tore out of him as he came hard, pulsing thick and hot across her tongue. Again and again, powerful jets flooded her mouth, so much she had to swallow fast around him, moaning greedily at the taste, at the way his cock throbbed and jerked between her lips. She kept sucking him through every shudder, milking him gently until the last weak pulses faded and he was trembling, gasping, utterly undone.

Only then did she pull off slowly, pressing one last soft kiss to the sensitive tip. She rested her cheek against his heaving thigh, lips shiny, heart so full it hurt.

Cal’s huge hands reached for her immediately, pulling her up into his lap with shaky strength. He wrapped her in his arms like she was the only real thing left in the world, burying his face in her wet hair.

“I’ve got you,” she whispered, kissing his temple, his cheek, his mouth. “I’ve got all of you, Cal Meridian. Always.”

CAL

Forty-six years.

The number hit him like a quiet avalanche. All those years of keeping the world at arm’s length. The iron discipline that had saved him more times than he could count. The deep, bone-deep certainty that getting close to anyone — really close — would only end in pain. He’d watched what loss did to people…what it did to him as he carried so much of it.

So he stayed untouched. Not because he didn’t want it. God, the opposite. The ache had always been there, sharp and constant. But the thought of a one-night stand felt hollow. Paying for it felt wrong. And letting someone in…to love him, when every day of his chosen profession could kill him… he couldn’t do that to someone, knowing that they would suffer the way his mother did when his father died. Better to stay alone. Better to keep the walls high and the focus narrow.

By the time middle age settled in, he’d stopped questioning it. The waiting had simply become who he was. He didn’t even know anymore if he was still holding out for something… or if he’d simply forgotten how to want it.

Until Sage.

Cal’s whole body was still shaking, chest heaving like he’d just run through enemy fire. Thick pulses of pleasure kept rolling through him even after Sage pulled off with that last soft kiss to his tip. His cock twitched helplessly in the warm water, spent and oversensitive, while moonlight painted everything in silver and steam curled around them like a secret.

Sage…Sage…oh God…

For a long second he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but stare at the woman kneeling between his thighs knowing she’d just rewritten his entire world.

Forty-six years. Forty-six damn years of keeping everyone at a safe distance — the childhood that taught him that touch only brought pain, the CIA years that taught him closeness got people killed, the long nights alone wondering if he was simply too broken to ever let anyone in. He’d told himself he was waiting for the right person. The safe person. Someone who wouldn’t flinch at the darkness he carried deep down still.

He just never believed she would actually show up.

And then Sage had walked into his life — all curves and tattoos and fierce, unapologetic light — and everything he thought he knew about himself cracked wide open. He’d asked her to go slow. He’d admitted he was a virgin, bracing for pity or disappointment. Instead she’d looked at him like he was something worth treasuring… and then she’d given him this. Her mouth. Her hands. Her heart. No expectations. Just love so pure it terrified him.