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She didn’t say anything, and I couldn’t look away. Concern shot through me when wetness glazed over her eyes and my mind scrambled to figure out why. She scooted her chair back and stood, and for a moment, I feared she would leave. I’d pushed her too far, said too much. But with her lip firmly planted under her teeth, she walked over to me and pushed me to lean back in my chair. Then she threw a leg over my lap and planted herself there, a smile hinting on her lips. There was no hesitation on my part as my hands fell to her hips, securing her against me, loving the pressure of her on top of me. I scooted back a bit to give her room before she reached out to hold my cheeks and lean down to kiss me.
She kissed me gently and I let her lead the way, getting lost in the soft grazes she gave me. Too soon she pulled back, but just enough to look me in the eyes, hers flicking back and forth before she whispered, “I’d go anywhere with you.”
I didn’t wait for her to take the lead then. I dove in and began devouring her lips, eating her promise straight from them. I wanted to take her everywhere with me.
I loved her.
The truth of it had lingered inside me for a while, but right then, it consumed me.
To keep from letting it slip past my lips, I kissed her harder. Her hands dragged down my chest and she scooted back, working my buckle before opening my pants. I jumped a little when her soft hand wrapped around my cock, but not because I was scared, but because her touch shot electricity through every part of my body, making my skin come alive. She stroked me up and down, not hard enough to make me come, but enough to make me desperate for more.
I gripped her bottom and held her as I stood. After I’d shoved the plates to the side, I sat her atop the table and worked my lips down her neck, sucking at the pulse beating frantically. I dipped down into her cleavage as far as the dress would go and then I tugged the material down, making her pert breasts pop free.
No fucking bra. Thank god.
Wasting no time, I latched onto her pink nipple, tasting her skin. She thrust her hips up and wet heat came into contact with my cock. My body jerked and pulled back to look up at her. I could only imagine what my eyes looked like. Wide, frantic, nervous, excited, terrified.
“No panties?”
She shrugged, and one side of her mouth ticked up in a half smile. Swallowing hard, I stared down at her, her hand making its way into my hair and tugging me to her lips. She bit, licked, and sucked pulling me back into the moment. I cupped her warm breast in my hand and swallowed her moan when I pinched her nipple. I did it again and her hips jerked up, bringing the wet heat straight in line with the head of my cock.
The world froze for what seemed like days while I tried to unscramble the emotions tearing through me. But then her tongue flicked across my chin, followed by a bite and I groaned, my hips thrusting forward again of their own free will, slipping another inch inside of Oaklyn.
My chest heaved, a mixture of panic and desire. She gripped my face and tilted my head back until I was staring at her. She seemed just as nervous as I was. Her eyes flicking across my face, her tongue slicking out to wet her dry lips, her breaths coming just as fast as mine.
“Look at me,” she breathed the command and then lifted her hips, letting me slide in a little more. “It’s okay, Callum. It’s just me. Don’t look away from me.”
Using her eyes as my focus, the flickering candles around the room illuminating her beautiful face, I pushed all the way inside her. Then I pulled back until only the head of my dick remained nestled in the warm, wet folds of her pussy, and pushed in again. And again. And again.
She never once looked away. Even when she leaned down to kiss me, her eyes stayed on mine. Her wet heat enveloped me, welcomed me, gave me the sweetest gift. Emotions squeezed my chest, making it hard to breathe. Desire ignited throughout my body making me feel more alive, more everything than ever before.
“It’s okay. It’s just me. It’s okay.” Over and over her voice guided me. Her desperate whispers shifting into moans as my hips picked up the pace.
“Oaklyn,” I said her name like a prayer, like she was my mecca, and I’d finally found my way there. I pulled her to me, her chest flush with mine. Her thighs tight around my hips, her hands still clutching at my cheeks. “You’re so fucking tight. So wet.” I closed my eyes on a thrust, feeling every inch of her clutched tight around me. “God, you feel so good.”
