Yeah, I was that fargone.
Cal's face was serious when he finally raised his head, and his gaze was locked on mine like I was the most important thing in hisworld.
It would have scared a commitment-phobicperson.
But I wasn't oneanymore.
I pulled my knees back to my chest and watched every second of him ripping open the condom and rolling it over hishardness.
"Yes," I told him. "Now."
He entered me slowly, carefully, monitoring my face for any reaction, and I didn't hesitate to let him know just how good he made me feel. I practicallysangmy groan of pleasure, loud andunrestrained.
He leaned his weight onto me, propping his hands by my shoulders, and I loved it - loved the way our chests connected, the way my hard cock grew messy from the friction we created. He reached for my hands, bringing them out from behind my head and twining our fingerstogether.
"Shit, Ashley.Shit," he said, sounding nearly as lost as I was. "I have never felt like this in mylife."
"I know. It's not supposed to happen thisway."
"Or maybe..." I moaned as he thrust hard in exactly the right way, lighting me up from inside. "Maybe it's always supposed to be this way, and we couldn't have known it untilnow."
His face was fierce and brutal and he brought our mouths together in a sloppy, passionatekiss.
"If you ever. Ever. Run off to Vegas," he growled low in my ear. "And get a lap dance. You won't have to call me for bailmoney."
"Oh, fuck. Right there, Caelan," I whined as he tagged my prostate again. My brain could barely process his words. Tiny bolts of electricity were flying up my spine, down my legs, like my entirebodywas ready toorgasm.
"You wouldn't have to," he panted. He bit his lip like he was in pain. "Because I would be right there beside you, kicking yourass."
"You'll be right beside me," I agreed. "Because you'll be giving me the lap dance. Just, please, baby.Don'tstop."
He propped himself up again, working my ass harder and harder, giving no quarter, and I nearly howled at how good itfelt.
"Touch yourself," he told me, letting go of one hand so I could grab my ownlength.
"I'm so close!" I was babbling. I didn't want this to end - not the sex, not the night, not this crazy feeling ofconnection.
"Come for me. Doit."
And I couldn't disobey. All I could do was hang on, clenching my fingers with Cal's as the orgasm went on and on andon.
A second later, he gave a shout, and shuddered as he filled the condom insideme.
A few minutes later, after disposing of the condom and cleaning us quickly with the wipes he kept in his nightstand, Cal looked at me lying on what likely had been a very adequately-sized bed when he'd awoken in it this morning. Now that my bulk was taking up three-quarters of it, it probably seemed somewhat smaller. Still, Cal didn't hesitate to climb back on, and instead of taking the measly room beside me, he stretched out fully on top of me, like I was his pillow. There was no where else on the entire planet I'd ratherbe.
"We're going to need a bigger bed," I mumbled sleepily. And only after the words were out did it occur to me that maybe, just maybe, our crazy connection had been attraction magnified and distorted bylust.
He didn't even give me a second to let the worry takehold.
"We totally are," heconfirmed.
I put my hand on his chin and lifted his face so I could kiss him with the same care and reverence he'd shownme.
"Despite all this, you still taste surprisingly vanilla," Iteased.
He snorted. "You like whatever flavor I'mserving."
"Yeah," I sighed happily. "I really, reallydo."
