A Song That Never Ends (Broken Love Duet 3)

“Are you with me, Bluebird?” I ask her gently. Her eyes open slowly, and when they do, I swear to God they fucking glow.

She smiles as her hips rock tantalizing and her pussy slides against my shaft. “I feel you,” she breathes out.

“Yeah,” I practically moan.

“I want you inside of me, Reed.”

“You’re in control, honey. Wrap your hand around me and guide me inside.”

“You’re not going to—”

She stops talking as I shake my head no. “You’re going to be the one in control. We’ll go as fast or as slow as you want, Callie. If you decide you’re not ready, then you tell me and we’ll stop.”

“But—”

“We’ll stop no matter what,” I reinforce. “This is about the two of us finding pleasure with one another,” I oversimplify. It’s about so much more than that, but I know in my heart I need to hold that back. With Callie I’m going to have to take baby steps, and I’m entirely okay with that.

My words seem to relax her, though. She rises enough so that her legs push into the mattress, holding her weight. She looks down at our bodies, and I hiss out a breath as she wraps her sweet, little hand around my aching, hard cock which is soaked in the proof that shows how much she wants me. She guides me to her entrance. My head pushes against her opening, and it takes strength I had no idea I possessed to keep from thrusting inside of her. I make a low grunt under my breath, biting down on my lip to keep from demanding she take me inside.

“Now, what?” she asks, her breath coming in excited puffs.

“Now you lower that sweet body down. I told you, baby, you’re in charge. You can take as much of me inside of you as you want. You are calling the shots a hundred percent.”

Understanding dawns on her face. I see the minute she truly gets what is happening. I’m giving her back control over what happens with her body. The fact that she went through a period of her life without that control has left scars that few people could understand. I understand all too much—but I didn’t have to endure her abuse time and time again.

She leisurely lowers down, and bit by bit I can see the desire light her face. I force my eyes to stay open so I can see her. It feels so fucking good, that I fight to keep from crying out at the pleasure. She lets out this low whine that’s a mixture of sensuality and need. I know as long as I live that I will never forget the beauty in that noise falling from her lips.

“Look at me, Bluebird. I need you to look at me. I want to see you. I want you to see the man that you’re with—to see what you do to me.”

She grins at me, mischief lurking in her desire filled eyes. “Trust me, Reed, I feel and see you.”

As if to prove her point, the inner muscles of her pussy tighten around my shaft, and she stops holding back, sinking down on my cock until I’m completely inside her tight sheath. My hands go to her hips, and I hold her in place.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I rumble. She feels so good gripping my cock that I want to come right now.

I’ve waited so long to have Callie back in my life that I think I’d given up hope that it would happen, or at least if it did, it would be just as friends. This is almost too much. I can’t embarrass myself by coming within a minute of her taking my cock. I refuse to be that guy—no matter how fucking awesome it feels.

I hold her still so that her body can become adjusted to me being inside her.

“You feel so good,” she whimpers, swaying back and forth, pulling against my hold. She somehow spreads her legs wider, and I slip in even deeper, my balls pressed against her.

“You do, too, baby,” I praise.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” she sighs, her hips now fighting my hold with a renewed vigor.

“God, Bluebird, I’ve never stopped wanting you—needing you.”

“I have to move, Reed.” Her hands slap down on my chest to steady her as she starts working her body—riding me.

I loosen my hold, relinquishing what little control I had and doing it gladly. She begins rotating her body, grinding down, while working my cock. It feels as if she’s the queen of the rodeo and I’m the bull. I just hope to fuck I can make this last longer than eight seconds. I probably shouldn’t worry too much, because I can already feel Callie’s inner muscles fluttering against my cock. She’s not going to last much longer either.