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Me.
He surged deeper, but kept his erotically slow pace, turning my blood to fire, and I could feel every tiny nerve spark to life. Sheathed tight within me, he titled his hips up, hitting the end of my sex and my sanity. He was everywhere, a part of me, and I was drowning in him.
Every drop of water felt like a gallon. My skin was sensitized and vibrating. I felt every touch, heard every breath.
The hand
on my stomach dipped between my legs. His teeth grazed my neck when he said, “Does this still feel fleeting?” He parted my folds between two fingers and ran them up and down. “This right here? My cock in you…” he delivered another upward glide and I moaned. “I feel you, feel how this perfect pussy weeps when I move away…” he pulled out slightly and I clawed at the wall in desperation. Wanted to scream for him to stay deep. I felt his smile against my neck. “I know what you need. What you like…I feel it. Every fucking moment of every day. I feel this…” he surged deep, right where I wanted him. “I live to be right here.” He stirred his hips and my head lolled back. He was playing my body like he owned it. Because he did. He knew it, and so did I. “Am I wrong?”
“No,” I said around fast breaths. “No, you’re not wrong. You know me.”
A satisfied rumble broke from his chest. He took one of my hands from the wall and placed it between my legs. Pulling half way out of me, he coaxed me to grip the base of his cock while the crown stayed inside my core.
“I want you to feel me sink into you,” he said, slowly pushing forward.
“Yes,” I whispered. My fist slackened so he could go deeper, but with every agonizing inch he took, I felt the connection, keeping my fingers on his shaft as he disappeared back into me.
“Now, tell me who makes you feel this.” He shot up with a strong thrust and snapped my body to full alert.
“You do,” I sobbed. The ecstasy was so blinding I could barely speak. Could only shudder and tremble from the fast release that was creeping up my spine at a painfully slow pace. It was too much and not enough.
“Cal…” I whispered his name. “Cal.”
It was the only word that made sense right then. The only thing that held my focus. He was so ingrained on every cell I had that I couldn’t imagine my body without his.
“Best damn thing I’ve ever heard,” he rasped against my neck.
“More,” I begged. “Please. I need it. Need you.”
He adjusted me so that both my hands were back on the wall. Reaching around to grasp my breast in one hand, the other was back between my legs, covering my clit.
“Hold on and I’ll give it to you.” With that, he pounded hard. Over and over, sinking that big cock into me while rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves in tight, fast circles.
“Oh, God. Yes. Please don’t stop.”
“Never,” Cal rasped and clutched me tighter. Our wet bodies sliding against each other and the sound of our skin meeting was an intoxicating symphony. I was in his strong grip, like a doll writhing in his strength. And I gave in to that strength. Let him hold me. Turned my pleasure, my body, and my soul over to him and his power. “I’ll never stop.”
I believed him. The desperation and fierceness in his words snapped my will to hold out. My body sang like a plucked chord of a harp and trembled with pleasure as my release overtook me.
“Come on, give it all to me.” Tilting and stirring, he hit every pleasure point I had.
My orgasm spurred his because he plunged harder. As if wanting to feel exactly how he made me feel. And that was cherished.
“Keep coming. Don’t stop,” he demanded.
There was a raw edge to his plea, like he knew, just like I did, that when this moment was over, life was waiting for us. He wanted to stay in it as long as possible. And I felt the same way.
Over and over, my pleasure just hummed and continued.
“Love you,” he rasped against my wet hair and with a deep thrust, I felt his hot jet of release take over. I felt claimed. Protected. Wanted.
Breathing hard and kissing my neck, my hair, he slowly withdrew and turned me to kiss my face. My legs were like jelly, but Cal just held me.
I stood, wrapped in his strength, and reveled in the softness of it.
Chapter 5
“Good Lord, honey,” a sweet voice rang out.
