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“More, Cal.”
“Flip over,” he said, pulling free so I could turn onto my stomach.
Roughly, he lifted my hips up, angling me where he wanted, and slammed home again.
I dropped my head and moaned into the comforter. This was the first time he’d taken me this way, and only a few pumps of his hips had me quaking around him already.
Cal squeezed my ass cheeks, then pulled a hand away, only to swing down with a stinging slap.
“Oh, God. Again.”
“I think about this ass all the time,” he said, punctuating his words with a slap to the other cheek. “I fucking love your ass.”
“You might love fucking it too.”
I glanced over my shoulder in time to see Cal’s eyes widen. “You’d let me?”
“Maybe one day,” I said.
“Mar,” he groaned, long and low. “You’re ruining me.”
The feeling is mutual.
I was fucking drenched around him, my arousal slipping down my thighs, and Cal continued the relentless, rhythmic pulse of his hips, branding his cock on that spot deep inside me with every thrust.
I was close, that pressure against my clit building to a near unbearable level, my breaths becoming shallower, and Cal must’ve sensed it too. He reached out and wrapped my ponytail around his fist, tugging my torso back and holding me there as he reached around and settled his hand between my thighs. He pressed three fingers against my clit and circled in time with his cock moving in and out of me—fast and hard.
“You are fucking perfect,” he said, then let go of my hair and gripped the front of my neck, angling my head toward the mirror on the wall to our left. “Look at you. Look how well you take me.”
I shifted my eyes until I met my own gaze in the glass, but they didn’t stay there. Cal and I? The picture we painted within that gilt frame? Fuck, it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life.
Cal was a solid wall behind me, back arched slightly forward, hips tilted to keep that perfect angle as he pounded into me. In front of him, I was the epitome of a woman deep in the throes of passion: spine a graceful curve, the length of my ponytail dangling between our bodies, legs spread wide with Cal’s fingers working against the apex of my thighs, his other hand at my neck keeping me right where he wanted me.
The slow build of my release gained steam until I was bucking back against him, begging for more, harder, murmuring other unintelligible words as he did exactly what I needed.
That pressure reached its peak and crashed, the edges of my vision going black as my climax pulled me under. I dropped my head back against Cal’s shoulder and cried out. His hand against the underside of my jaw was the only thing keeping me upright as I drowned and drowned and drowned under the waves of my orgasm. My anger ebbed away with each tremor that passed through my body until there was only Cal and my feelings for him that bloomed bigger and rooted deeper into my heart with each passing day.
He followed close behind, burying his teeth in my shoulder to muffle his own cries, his hand at my clit stilling as he spilled long and hot inside me.
Hand still at my throat, Cal tilted my face to press a kiss against my mouth. Both of us were sticky with sweat, perspiration beaded on Cal’s brow and at my temples. And I’d never been more sated, my entire body limp with pleasure.
At last, Cal let go of me, and I dropped face first onto the bed, every muscle like jello.
With a laugh, Cal dropped his hands to my shoulders, gently massaging my neck and traps, then sweeping down my spine.
Quietly, he said, “I really don’t like fighting with you, but if the makeup is always that good? Fuck.”
“Has it ever been like that with anyone else for you?” I asked before I could stop myself.
Instead of answering right away, he rolled me onto my back so he could hover over me. Greedily, I ran my hands over the taut muscles of his arms, needing to touch him, to remind myself that he was here with me.
Cal bent and pressed a sweet kiss to my mouth. “Being with you is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before, Mar. I—fuck. This is thebestI’ve ever had, in every way. And I don’t just mean the sex.”
I grinned. “Me too.”
This entire time, I’d been seriously afraid it had just been me, that it had been so long since I’d had good sex—definitely since well before I left Europe, and even then, none of those guys could hold a candle to Cal—that I was attaching more importance to this thing with him than it deserved. But to hear that he felt it too? It was like looking at our relationship through fresh eyes.
I felt safer in Cal’s arms than I’d ever felt anywhere else in my life.
