Yours Completely (Reign 2)

Another step.

“What did you think of?” I asked.

His stare stayed locked on me while his hand worked himself in time with mine. Looking at each other while touching ourselves was intimate on a level I hadn’t realized.

“I thought of your face. How you’d look at me when I was inside of you. How your lips would part and you’d gasp. How you’d call out my name when your tight pussy got so hot and wet for me. How you’d taste…”

My fingers worked faster.

“You thought of all that?”

He nodded.

He thought of me before we were together. Before Jack. Before everything. And I believed him. Because the way he was looking at me now, the way he’d been honest with me, made everything melt away and all I could see, all I could want, was him.

“I want to feel you,” I said. “All of you…if that’s possible?”

“All of me? As in, no barrier?”

I nodded. I had only been with Jack and I’d gotten checked after he left. Not that I thought he’d ever lie to me about being healthy, but just for precaution. “I’m on birth control and healthy.”

“I’m clean too.”

I nodded, realizing how much I did trust him. And I wanted to feel him, connect with him on a level that went beyond.

I watched his hand work his cock. He was so hard, and I wanted to feel his flesh against mine. Just the sight of him had me circling toward a building orgasm, but I wanted to be with him and let him take me the rest of the way. So I slid my knee onto the mattress and, in an instant, he cupped my hip and dragged me beneath him.

“I told you, Kitten,” he kicked my legs apart with his knees, “the second you got on this bed, you’re mine.” His arms laced under mine, he grabbed the sheets and pulled himself inside of me.

I gasped his name and held tightly to his back. He didn’t waste time. Just saw me, took, and we were now connected.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he groaned.

Wrapped up in all his strength, feeling him so completely was like getting lost in the best way. I didn’t have to think. Didn’t have to worry or wonder about the future or the what if’s of my life. I just had to lay there, and take everything Cal gave me.

He kissed me hard, surging even harder. All the pent up questions and insecurities melted away. I just wanted him. I pushed against him to sit up. He didn’t miss a beat. Never leaving my body, he grabbed me and moved to sit up. With his back against the headboard of the bed and me straddling him, he buried his face in my neck and thrust up.

“Oh, yes,” I said. So he did it again, my breasts bouncing with each plunge. I grabbed the headboard and slammed my hips down just as his came up, hitting so deep I cried out from the pleasure.

“That’s it,” he rasped, and yanked up my shirt to bare one of my breasts. “Fuck me how you want.” He latched onto my nipple and sucked. The sensation mixed with the hard power of his body working in and out of mine was so dizzying I couldn’t see straight.

Gripping the headboard, I bore down on him, whipping my hips in his lap as he pumped in and out, hitting every single spot I had and flying me over the release.

“Cal, yes, oh God, Cal.”

He growled and now I knew why. He’d imagined what his name sounded like when I called it out. So I did it again. And again.

“I’m going to come, love,” he said, and buried his face in my neck. I hugged him tight and his whole body shuddered. His hot release flooded me and hit so deep my inner walls spasmed again, as if wanting more.

Cupping my face, he peppered kisses along my mouth, my jaw, and my neck. Loving on me like I had done something special. It was sex. We both knew that. But this time, it went further. From playful, to serious, to intimate. It was new. Different. Yet completely ours.

“I’m glad you invited me over,” I said with a smile and heavy breathing.

“Oh, Kitten, you have no idea how glad I am you accepted.”

Chapter 15