I don’t know how long we lay there; sweat cooling on our skin, my heartrate returning to normal. But when Blake shifts slightly, his cock grinding against my stomach, I can’t ignore the greedy clench of my core.
Peeling my eyes open, I slide a small hand between us, watching his lids flutter when I tiptoe my fingertips across the waistband of his boxers and dip inside. I wrap my hand around the warm length of him, moving up and down, up and down, until I can cup his heavy balls.
“Calla,” he grunts, bucking up into my palm. His own hand, which had been stroking my hair, fists the strands a little tighter.
I use my other palm to pull his underwear down slightly, flicking my eyes down to see his cock bob over the top of the waistband. Humming, more to myself than anything, I bend my head, gently sucking the tip of Blake into my mouth, spreading the bead of precum over my lips.
He tugs on my hair, firmer this time, bringing my head back up so he can kiss me.
“You need me again, sunshine?”
I nod, my core pulsing in time with my heartbeat. “Please.”
My legs fall open wide, the thin point of my heels digging into the mattress, as Blake positions himself at the warm apex of my thighs.
He strips himself, once, twice and then grips himself at the base of his cock, holding himself steady as he works his way inside of me, inch by inch, until he’s fully seated. I moan helplessly, grabbing at his waist, his hands, his back, any part of him I can hold, while a full body shiver wracks my body.
“Feels so fucking good, Calla,” Blake groans, pulling out only to push back inside. “God. I love you.”
He wraps his hands around the delicate band of my ankles, kissing the small bone there, coaxing me to wind my legs around his trim waist.
I hardly think I’m going to be able to come again, but then Blake is circling my clit with his thumb and leaning over to capture my lips with his. He swallows my whimpers and moans, stealing them as his own with every pump of his hips.
“I think I’m gonna come again,” I mumble in wonder, feeling my core flutter, a familiar balloon of warmth beginning to fill in my stomach.
“Yeah, you are.” Blake smirks down at me. The cocky bastard.
I want to tell him as such, but I can’t make my tongue move.
“Just let it happen. Give it to me, sunshine.”
Toes curling, I shatter with a scream of Blake’s name.
He fucks up into me through my third orgasm of the night, filthy words of praise that I can hardly hear over the roaring of blood in my ears, dripping from his sweet lips.
Burrowing his face into the space between my neck and my shoulder, Blake mouths at my collarbone as his thrusts become sloppily. Raking my manicured nails up and down the length of his spine, I feel the oncoming tremble in his thighs; a sure sign he’s close.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
“I love you, Blake,” I utter into his ear, moulding my hands to his arse, feeling him rut between my legs.
He comes with a grunt of my name, biting down on my nipple while he paints my walls with his orgasm. I feel like I’m floating when Blake slumps forward onto me, gently kissing the underside of my breast, soothing the sting of his teeth. Mind hazy with every feel-good endorphin possible, I card my fingers through his hair, basking in the warmth of his body, his solidness.
A reminder that he’s here.
That’s he’s mine.
Truly, this time around.
I squirm beneath him when he becomes too heavy, crushing my ribcage and making it hard to draw in a breath.
With a huff of laughter, Blake plants his feet on the carpet.
I watch him ever so slowly, pull my heels from my feet, dropping them somewhere behind himself. Winking at me, hepads to the tiny en-suite, returning not a second later with a warm, damp washcloth. Wrapping a hand around my knee, he cleans me up first, trying to be as gently as possible when I hiss with oversensitivity. Dumping the washcloth on the vanity, Blake climbs into bed beside me, holding his arms open wide. I tuck myself into them, laying my cheek upon his heart, listening to its familiar rhythm.
“I can’t wait to start our lives together,” I say, peering up at him. The man I’ve fallen so hopeless in love with. “For real, this time.”
Cupping the back of my head, Blake slants his lips to mine.
