She lifts her head off the bed so she can kiss me. “For the love of God, will you just put me out of my misery? All I’m asking for is one orgasm and then you can do whatever you want to my body for however long you want.”
Callie has this way of snaking herself into the deepest corner in my heart—the corner I thought I’d closed off. I’ve spent a good part of the last year trying to keep her out, but I’m slowly grasping that she’s not a woman who can be kept out. Not when it’s my heart in question. She just bulldozes her way through.
I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to say no to her.
I glide my dick along her pussy again, not taking my eyes off hers for a second. When I push inside her, I take in the flare of need in those eyes. And when I’m buried as far as I can be, I watch the slow-motion movement of her lashes hitting her skin as her eyes close. Her bottom lip being drawn into her mouth follows. The sequence ends with her teeth biting down on that lip.
I pull out and push back in with a little more force. Her legs clench around me and hold on for what’s next. I’m still warming up, though, and I slow for a moment so I can indulge in her lips again.
Her eyes flutter open when our mouths meet.
“You have no idea…” I say between kisses. “How much I want you.”
I pull out and slowly enter her again.
Fuck.
If tonight never ended, I’d die a happy man.
We move together in perfect rhythm. The pleasure intoxicates me, gradually taking complete control until I can’t slow this down anymore. As much as I want to delay and savour the intense bliss pulsing through my body, I’m now focused on one thing only.
I thrust in.
Callie moans as her fingers claw my back.
My senses are flooded, and my need intensifies.
We move closer.
Even closer.
So damn close.
“Luke!” she cries out as she comes. She stills as her head pushes back against the pillow and her back arches up off the bed.
I watch as she completely abandons herself to the orgasm. It’s a fucking beautiful sight. But as much as I want to slow myself right down to focus all my attention on every intricate detail of her surrender, I can’t. I keep pumping in and out of her, chasing my own release.
When it hits a few moments later, the pleasure is so fucking intense and unlike any orgasm I’ve ever had. It’s so much more—powerful and all-consuming.
I lose myself.
Everything is left behind.
All the pain.
The hopelessness.
Every ounce of desperation.
Gone.
In this moment, everything burns brightly.
It’s a frenzy of light and ecstasy and hope.
So much hope.
As I move through it, all I see is Callie. And when I finally open my eyes, I find her staring up at me, those beautiful eyes completely focused on mine.