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“What?” I asked, unsure I was hearing him right. Wanting it to mean what I thought.
“I love you, Oaklyn. So much and the past month has killed me, but I don’t regret it. I don’t because I’m a better man for the truths I had to face. I just hated every second of being away from you. I love you and even after dealing with all my shit, you were still the only woman I wanted.”
“Cal.” Tears fell down my cheeks, hearing his words. I finally gave in and moved my hands to his chest, clutching at his sweater.
“I’m not saying I’m perfect and won’t have things that trigger me, because I will. But they won’t destroy me. They won’t ruin me. Even if you still worked at Voyeur. Even if you were dating Jackson, I was going to fight for you tonight. I’m ready for you Oaklyn and I know I’m older and you’re probably getting the short end of the stick, I’m asking you to have me. I’m asking t—”
I cut him off with my lips pressed to his. I didn’t need to hear any more. Everything I needed to hear had been said and now, all I wanted was to feel him against me. To taste him. To have him listen to me. I pulled back and looked up at him, the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. My Clark Kent. “I love you too, Callum. So much.”
He groaned and crashed his mouth to mine, digging his hands into my hair to hold me close. When his tongue licked at my lips, I opened, needing him closer. I burrowed my hands under his shirt to feel the soft skin stretched across his hard stomach, reaching around his back to cling to him. He thrust his hips and we both moaned at the feel of his length as it brushed against my stomach.
“I need you, Oaklyn. Please.”
I nodded my head and he leaned down to grip my ass and lift me to him before kneeling and laying me out.
“Oh, wait,” he said, pulling back. “I have a blanket in my car.”
“No.” I clenched my fists in his shirt and pulled him down between my spread thighs. “Fuck the blanket. I need you too much.”
He smiled before returning to feast on my lips. His hand palmed my breast as he descended down my neck, leaving a wet trail of kisses. He never let his mouth leave my skin as he worked the buttons of my shirt open enough to bare my bra which he peeled back and latched on to my nipple. My back arched off the grass and pressed my breasts into his mouth. I gasped when he grazed his beard across the hardened tip, rolling the other between his fingers.
“I knew I liked that beard.”
“I can’t wait for you to feel it between your thighs, brushing against your sensitive pussy.”
“Ung,” I groaned, lifting my hips to try and get some friction and ease the ache.
“Stop teasing me, Cal. I want you.”
He sat up and the cool night air pebbled my nipples even more as I caressed the wet tips. His fingers hooked in my leggings and panties and tugged them down and off. The grass scraped at my bare skin, but I didn’t care. I’d be naked on coals if it meant I got to feel Cal inside me again. But I didn’t have to endure because he shrugged his jacket off and told me to lift my hips as he laid it beneath me.
As he began working his buckle open, I rocked my hips up and spread my thighs, torturing him with the view. I moved my hands to my breasts and rolled the tips, tugging them until he slapped my hands away.
“Mine,” he growled before latching on again.
The tip of his cock brushed against my opening and we both gasped at the connection. Then I shifted and reached between us to grip him in my palm and direct him to my core. He bit at my tip when I brushed the head of his cock along my slit before notching it between my folds.
“Fuck me, Cal.”
He lifted up and held my stare as he pressed in one inch at a time. Agonizingly slow. Filling me up to capacity, all the way to the hilt.
“God, I missed this pussy.”
“I missed your cock inside me.”
He crushed his lips to mine and began fucking me. He thrust hard and fast, sometimes pulling back so he could watch my breasts bounce each time his hips collided with mine.
“Your tits are so perfect.”
“They’re small,” I argued breathlessly.
His hand covered a breast. “They’re perfect for me and my hands.”
“I love you,” I said.
He reached down to grab my thigh, pulling until it hooked up around his hip and he pressed his whole body to mine, grinding himself on me. “I love you, too,” he said against my lips.
