She never finished whatever she was going to say.
Because I’d already aligned my cock and slid home deep—all the way to my balls.
Tight, hot, and wet perfection gripped my bare cock—and it was a fucking joyful feeling, too. Skin on skin with Brooke for the first time. It stole my breath for a moment, in fact, because I’d never done it before.
My first time.
I’d never been in a relationship with anyone that’d made it to this point before. There had to be a certain level of trust, and before I met Brooke, that trust just hadn’t been present for me with any of the women I’d ever known.
“Okay, baby?” I asked her through a haze of desire.
“Yes . . .” She squeezed the walls of her cunt and gripped around my cock blissfully tight.
“Oh holy f
uck, you feel good. Do you know how much I’ve thought of this moment when I could put myself bare inside this tight little pussy, ready to take my cock?”
“Oh God, Caleb—please!”
“What, baby? What can I do for you? I think I need to hear the words come out of your pretty mouth.”
“You can get busy with fucking me,” she moaned with a thrust of her pelvis to bring me even deeper.
No more talking, my girl had spoken. I circled her wrists and dragged them over her head, pinning her, bound to the bed and captured by my driving cock. I fucked her like a madman, hard . . . deep . . . and wildly.
She loved it, and met me at every stroke, her legs folded and spread wide, quivering and shaking from the building climax I was going to give her. Along with a hot load of my cum to mark her as mine. I’d never done that, either.
I took her mouth in an almost punishing kiss, showing her how deeply I could possess her body, because she’d possessed mine from the moment I’d laid eyes on her. Moving down to lick at her nipples, I suckled on her tits, demanding each one in turn, leaving marks behind to show I’d been there. She made those sexy sounds of pleasure that made me say every dirty thing my pitiful brain could think up to say to her—half out of my mind with lust. How much I needed to have her spread out underneath me like this—how good she smelled with the scent of us fucking in the air—how beautiful she looked with my cock drilling in and out of her tight cunt. Crazy shit I would never say out loud to her when I was sane.
But like this—with her—sanity was fuckin’ impossible.
I felt her spasms clench around my shaft as it started the tightening rush of blood that swelled my cock. “Come with me, Brooke. I need that with you right now. I need you to feel me loving you so you never forget what that feels like—coming from me.”
She arched her back and froze, lifting off the bed as she cried out her release, along with some really fucking beautiful words. “I do feel you loving me, Caleb.”
Her golden eyes filled with tears as I filled her with my seed, spilling every last drop I had to offer in some primitive gesture of claiming her as mine—screaming to the world she belonged to me and no one else.
Total bliss with my girl.
I moved my hands down to grip her hips and pumped the last few delicious slides into her body before I collapsed, my skin fevered with sweat and the heat of her surrounding me. I rolled us to the side, still joined, and stared into beautiful golden eyes. She continued to spasm and tighten around my cock as she settled down from her rush, drawing out our pleasure. I brushed the strands of hair off her face and kissed her gently, finally able to relax with her in my arms after a week of longing for her.
Also adding to my euphoria was the way in which Brooke allowed me to possess her. She accepted my crazed need to get lost in her body, only making me need the intimacy with her even more. Brooke was the whole perfect package for me, and I loved every glorious inch of her, even if I wasn’t supposed to tell her with words yet.
But I could show her by letting her know how it could be like this . . . with us . . . forever.
“Thank you for that welcome home,” I whispered against her lips.
“I missed you very much, Caleb, and I’m so glad you’re back.” She smiled before tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, her hands roaming over my body wherever she wanted to touch me. I loved when she touched me.
“I still have lots of missing you to fuck out of my system, but I want to do it properly in my bed at home where I can take my time. This was just a frantic detour to help tide me over, so I didn’t lose it in front of a restaurant full of Boston’s finest. I have no idea why James and my sister were there, either. The plan was to have you all to myself in a dark, private corner. He must have gotten his wires crossed.”
“I didn’t mind. James and Winter are lovely and both went out of their way to make me feel welcome in your life. So, thank you for sending them round to meet me.” She cupped my cheek and traced over my lower lip with her thumb. “I’m just really grateful you have this convenient apartment.” She winked sexily.
The urge was overwhelming to make certain she knew honest truth controlled what I said next. “I want you to know that I only use this suite to shower, change clothes, and for an occasional night’s sleep when I’ve worked so late there is no point in going home. Before tonight, I’ve never done this here.”
“Good to know,” she said with a half smile. I wished I knew what she was thinking right now, because it would have helped me feel better. But how fucked-up was that concept? I needed reassurance from her about my whoring sexual past? I just needed her—period. Brooke made all of the emptiness of the days and nights I’d known before her fade away into nothingness.
I kissed her thoroughly and tried to memorize the feeling of being inside her as we were right now. I didn’t want to leave her body. I wanted to stay connected like this for a long time, because I needed to feel her. She made me this way. Brooke had turned me into a fuckin’ needy bastard. Just the facts—I’d realized during our time apart. Distance did indeed make the heart grow fonder, and I’d already accepted it without struggle long before tonight. Being with her now merely cemented the feelings even more deeply.