Cale (Walk of Shame 3)

She doesn’t respond, so I ask her again. “Do you?”

“Cale, I can’t ask you to do that. I can’t . . .”

“You don’t have to,” I say honestly. “I’ve been doing it since we were kids. It comes natural to me now. Not doing it wouldn’t feel right to me. I quit my fucking job, Rile. I’m going to focus on you.” I place her hand on my chest. “This body will only be touched by you. I can promise you that on my life.”

I cup her face and run my thumbs over her wet cheeks. “None of that matters to me. This is me showing you how much I love you. Words don’t mean shit unless you have the actions to back it up. This is me doing my part. This is me showing you that I fucking love you.”

A half laugh, half sob escapes her throat as she rubs her hand over my chest, taking me all in.

The silence in the room is making my heart work overtime. I need her to speak. I need to hear that she’s willing to be mine.

“Talk to me, Rile. Please say something.”

She reaches her hand up and wraps it into the back of my hair like she always does. Then, her eyes lock with mine, causing my chest to ache in anticipation. “I’m in love with you too, Cale. God, I love you so much that it hurts.”

I pull her onto the table with me and crush my lips to hers, just wanting to taste her and feel her against me. “I love you, baby,” I whisper against her lips. “I’m your man for as long as you will have me. Only yours.”

“Show me,” she says with a smirk.

I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and bite it. “Oh trust me . . . I plan to. All fucking day.”

She laughs as if she doesn’t believe me. “I do have other clients booked today, Cale.”

I raise my brows and slide her hand down to my rock hard cock. “Not for the next five hours.” I turn us, laying her down on the bed to hover above her. “I’m a greedy asshole today and didn’t want to share you for longer than I had to.” I smile against her lips. “Fuck everyone else. You’re mine until then.”

She grips my neck and pulls me down to kiss her, long and hard. “I fucking love you so much.”

“Fuck I love hearing that,” I growl. Letting my excitement take over, I yank her dress up and over her head, before pulling her panties down her legs and tossing them aside. I need to be inside my woman right now, and I need to show her how much I love her.

Laying her back down from removing her clothes, I get down, in between her legs, and allow my tongue to trail up the inside of her thigh, slowly tasting her. I can already see her juices dripping and all I want to do is lick her clean, tasting her on my tongue. She smells so damn sweet, and I can only imagine her pussy tastes even sweeter right now, just waiting for me.

Grabbing her thighs, I push her legs toward her breasts. “Fuck, I’ve been waiting for days to do this, Rile.” I slowly trail my tongue up the wetness of her pussy, torturing her clit with the tip of my tongue, before slipping my tongue deep inside, getting a better taste. She moans and her whole body shakes with pleasure as I spread her moistness to her clit and slip a finger into her tight little pussy; my tight little pussy.

I swirl my tongue around before sucking her clit into my mouth, being sure to be gentle with her. I suck and lick while moving my finger in and out in a slow, consistent motion, never losing rhythm. I know how much rhythm means to a woman’s sexual needs and I will be fucked if I don’t give her the greatest pleasure she’s ever known. Tyler can fuck off. He’s never made her come like I’m about to.

It doesn’t take long before I can feel her already starting to clamp down around my finger. It doesn’t surprise me though. If I’m good at one thing, it’s definitely using my tongue, and I’ve saved my best for her. I slowly run my tongue in between her lips before sucking them into my mouth and then her clit. When I feel her starting to clamp again, I run my tongue over her thigh, before softly biting down on it. “Come for me, baby,” I whisper. “Don’t worry about anyone hearing you.”

Her body jerks as she clamps around my finger and screams out softly. It’s so fucking tight that it almost hurts my finger. It reminds me that I’ve been the only one to be inside of her.

Right as she’s coming, I pull my finger out, replacing it with my tongue. I want to taste her when she comes. “Fuck yeah, Rile.” Her breathing comes out in heavy bursts as she continues to scream and moan below me. “Cale . . . Cale . . .” She runs her hands through her hair before biting her bottom lip and looking up to meet my eyes. “Make love to me. Please . . .”

Snaking my arm around her waist, I move up to press my body between her wet thighs. I kiss her, wanting to taste every fucking inch of her. Her lips are the best tasting thing in the world to me, and I swear that I will never be able to get enough.

She moans and leans her head back, pressing it into the massage bed. I love seeing her come undone below me, knowing that I will be the only one. She had her chances and didn’t take them. It only makes me love her more.

Gripping her thigh, I slip inside of her, causing her to moan out and dig her nails into my back. “I’ve missed you inside of me, Cale.”

“Say it again,” I whisper against her lips.

She leans up and sucks my lip into her mouth, turning me on even more. “I’ve. Missed. You. Inside. Of. Me.” She wraps her legs around my waist and squeezes me hard. “You are my best friend, the man that I love. You and only you.”

Her words set me off and before I know it, I’m grinding my hips in and out of her, taking her slow and deep, deeper than I’ve ever taken her.

With each thrust her nails dig deeper and harder into my flesh, her moans becoming louder in my ear. Something about this moment feels so different than all of the other times we’ve had sex. Everything seems so much more real.

Maybe it’s the fact that I know she loves me now, and this is me proving to her that I love her too. This is us making love.

My hand slips under her neck to grip her hair as I press my lips to hers and continue to make love to her, knowing that this moment is special to both of us. This is the moment that I make my best friend so much more: my woman. This moment I have been waiting on for far too fucking long.

Knowing how this feels, I would wait all over again if I had to. This is a feeling that many men aren’t lucky enough to ever experience and I wouldn’t give it up for anything . . .