“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
“Not a fucking chance.”
I hadn’t even considered it. My mind too focused on the wet glide of her core around my dick. The way it squeezed and milked me. The fire it lit in the base of my spine and a pleasure I felt through my whole body. The pleasure of choice. I chose to be inside her. I chose to feel this pleasure. I had control over it.
I had control, and no one was taking that from me.
“Oaklyn,” I said again. My throat almost closed up and fire burned the backs of my eyes at the same time that it shot down my spine. I became lost in her, lost in the moment, the magic of it all.
“Please, please,” she cried against my lips, each one more desperate than the last until her whole body stiffened and her eyes slid shut as her jaw dropped open. She clung to me and moaned through her orgasm.
“You’re so beautiful when you come.”
I pinched her nipple, completely in awe of her in that moment. Never having felt like more of a man than when I watched her flush from the intensity of her orgasm.
It sparked my own, and I buried my head in her chest, squeezing my eyes shut and fucking her faster. Completely lost in the pleasure that zipped through me.
“Yes, Callum. Fuck me,” she encouraged, taking every thrust.
My body broke out in goose bumps as my hips jerked, my balls pulling up tight. I groaned against her neck, holding her to me as I emptied myself inside her.
As my breathing returned to normal, I finally began to feel her hands running though my hair, her soft kisses to the side of my head, and the soft cries shaking my body.
“Shh. Shh. Callum. It’s okay.”
I should have been embarrassed. Still buried inside her, coming down from my orgasm, and crying into her neck. But it was Oaklyn, and she’d given me something I never thought I’d ever have. Comfort, acceptance, patience, pleasure.
Pleasure that I had control to stop if I wanted to. Pleasure I chose to have and not because someone made me.
“Thank you. Thank you.” I said it over and over, letting the bliss slowly ebb. My dick softened and slipped from her heat. I finally let go of the tight grip I had along her back and wiped at my cheeks. When I looked up, her own cheeks held tracks of tears and I loved this woman all over again. “Thank you, Oaklyn,” I said again.
“Thank you.” She grabbed my cheeks again and placed a gentle kiss to them before slipping off the table. She held my hand and pulled me along as she blew out each candle. I followed behind obediently, willing to go wherever she took me.
Once they were all blown out, she led me upstairs to my bedroom. Before we laid down she turned to me. “Is this okay?”
“God, yes. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here with you.”
She bit her lip, smiling as she looked down. I took off my shirt and pants, pulling my boxers off along with them. Nothing seemed impossible, including laying naked next to her all night. I may have ended up waking up to a nightmare, embarrassing myself, but I wanted to try. I wanted to do it for her.
When I laid down she backed toward the bathroom door saying, “I just have to, um, clean up.”
My eyes dropped to her legs and I imagined my cum slipping out and coating her thighs. Groaning, I flopped back to the pillow and listened to her laugh.
“Also, I’m clean and on the pill.”
My eyes shot open. “Shit. I didn’t even think about that. I’m sorry I put you in that risk.”
“It’s okay,” she said. “I knew what I was doing. I didn’t want anything to distract us from the moment and I knew I was safe.”
“Thank you.”
When she came back, she slipped out of her dress and climbed into bed beside me. I curled into her and lay my head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat.
It beat against my cheek as her fingers sifted through my hair. She didn’t say anything but held me as I clung to her. Before I was lulled to sleep, I turned to place a kiss to her skin, whispering one last thank you.
28
Oaklyn
Wet kisses down my neck woke me the next morning. It was a hell of a way to wake up. Callum’s hand covered my breast and flicked my nipple. I moaned and arched back into him, feeling his erection poking at my bottom. Without thought, barely awake, I snaked my hand behind me and gripped his shaft. His whole body jerked and then froze. Immediately, I let go and rotated to face him, wanting him to see me.
When he refused to meet my eye, I pretended like I hadn’t noticed, not wanting to force him to acknowledge his reaction. Instead, I kissed the slight dimple in his chin and whispered a good morning against his skin.