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“I don’t know the answer to that.”
How could I answer her truthfully when I wasn’t even sure what that was anymore?
Every time I looked at her, my heart still felt like it could fracture. Her presence and purpose still had a catastrophic hold on me, capable of crumbling me without warning—a death grip on my life’s breath.
“Not when there are still things I’m still trying to forgive myself for.”
Alina’s hand reached across. With the touch as light as a butterfly wing, she trailed her fingertips down my chest to my stomach. The grace caused my stomach to flinch under the tease of her touch. “Like what?” she questioned.
I puffed out the air trapped in my lungs. “I wish I could go back and have things work out differently between us. I never would’ve hurt you like that. I know it was my fault that they ended as they did.”
“Callum, if there was one thing my momma taught me, it was holding on to the past’s grief is only going to steal away any happiness in the future.”
“Sounds like advice we could both take. Your momma was a hell of a lot smarter and saner than anyone ever gave her credit for.”
“You’re probably right on both counts,” she answered in a wayward tone, distracted by the path of her fingertips as they climbed my body, setting it ablaze from her touch. Their journey ended across my lips, hushing any charge of protest from falling out. “I remember that promise you made to me. I have thought about it more than I should admit. So many times, I’ve let my mind run wild with the fantasy of being with you.”
Hearing her words, her talking about us in her fantasy, was like an angel singing in my ears. Alina wasn’t the only one to have fantasized about what it would feel like to possess her body. But hearing her speak of it without reservation sent my desires into hyperdrive. I wanted to get to know every inch of her, her tastes, her scent. I was desperate to explore the woman she’d developed into, but more than that, I wanted her to want it too.
“Tell me about these fantasies of yours.”
She had me more than just curious. She had me hook, line, and sinker for details. Her cheeks blazed red, suddenly coy.
Had she truly expected that I wouldn’t want to know details after her confession?
The suggestion was in my mind, at the forefront, just like when someone tells you not to think about pink elephants. Of course, you think about pink elephants.
“Okay, let’s see.”
In one swift, agile movement, she straddled me. As unexpected as it was, the pressure of her body pressing down on mine was more than welcomed.
“There is one that you turn up at my door, smoldering in hotness and sex appeal.”
A glimpse of the old Alina was shining through the cracks, a golden burst of her dazzling personality and cheekiness. It was as remarkable as it was pain-inducing and had me soaring high, all while bringing me crashing back down. Mentally, I shook my head, clearing it of somber thoughts of what would inevitably cause her to leave again.
For now, I had her straddling my lap, preparing herself to talk dirty. Wondering beyond this would rob me of this moment of bliss.
“You step inside my door without a simple word to cross your lips, but your eyes tell me everything. You stalk your way in like a man possessed and pin me up against the wall, claiming my mouth. Hungry for me like I was your last meal as if we were the very last two people on earth.”
I swallowed dryly in an attempt to clear my throat as I basked in her spoken visual, her eyes locked on me.
“You laced your fingers with mine and slid them up the wall so I’m completely at your mercy. I lift my legs to wrap around your waist, holding us together without a grace of space.”
As if acting out the fantasy, she laced her hands with mine, sliding them above our heads. The somewhat innocent action brought her hips to grind gently against my already-growing cock. Her face directly fell in line with mine, and the sweetness of her breath tickled its way across my skin.
“Is that what you’d like, Alina, to be dominated?” My voice broke, sounding hoarse as my pulse quickened.
“I’d let you do all sorts of things to me. But only you, Callum.” Her words fell in a whisper with an intensity in her eyes that caught my breath.
“Fuck.” The curse sounded strangled as it rushed out on my breath.
“If I trusted you, I’d let you take me up against the wall. You’d shove down your pants and push my panties aside. And you’d take me, Callum, hard and fast. I would feel every inch of your urgent need, and it’d feel so familiar because it would match my own. Your breath would be on my face, in short, sharp pants, before demanding entry into my mouth.”
Slowly, Alina’s head dipped, her tongue tracing the seam of my lips, role-playing the fantasy embrace in reverse.
I couldn’t deny her access when she so gently requested my permission. But she didn’t. Her tongue retracted as my lips parted. Instead, she hovered there, teasing me into impatience.
“Only when we collapse against each other from pure exhaustion would you carry me off to bed, lay me down gently, and make sweet, attentive, slow love to me, teasing me with pleasure and pain. Taking us both to the edge for one lingering moment of earth-shattering bliss before we fall into the sated abyss in the afterglow of our lovemaking.” She sighed.
