I vaguely register her soft hands moving; one minute cupping the back of my neck, fingers brushing through the hair there, the next, unthreading the buttons of my shirt to push it from my broad shoulders.
A hiss of pleasure slips from my lips when Calla’s palm finds my cock, squeezing the bulge once, twice, three times, before she flicks open the clasp and slides her hand inside.
I watch her mouth contort into a satisfied smirk; the sight enough to drive me to the brink of insanity.
Shutting my eyes tight, I tip my head back towards the ceiling. “Fuck, Calla.”
“Exactly my thought,” she quips back quickly, the smile apparent in her tone. “But I still can’t feel my legs, so you’re going to have to do all the work.”
I peel open my eyes lazily, gazing down at her while she plays with my aching balls. “I wouldn’t really call it work, sunshine. Getting to fuck you is more like a dream than anything.”
Calla grins. “Sweet talker. Condom?”
I clench my jaw, packing my teeth tightly together, when she swipes her thumb over my slit, smearing a pearl of precum. “Top drawer.”
I shuck my trousers and underwear while Calla grabs the square foil packet, climbing back on the bed, between her legs and watching as she shakes the box of condoms at me.
“This is still pretty full,” she remarks with something in her tone I can’t quite place.
Taking the protection from her, I rip the edge and roll the latex down my hard length. “It should be. I’m not sleeping with anyone but you, sunshine.”
I swear I don’t mistake the pink blush that begins to spread over Calla’s chest, climbing up her neck.
“Good.” She sits up, meeting me halfway and banding one of her arms around my neck. “I know we didn’t really talk about it, but I’m not sleeping with anyone else, either, and I’d—I’d like to keep it that way, you know, until things—”
I kiss her to stop her from finishing the rest of her sentence. I don’t want to hear anymore. I don’t want to be reminded that this thing between us has an expiration date, not ever, but especially not while I’m between her thighs, feeling the proof of her wet heat on my hand.
A surge of possessiveness runs through me, turning all of my rational thoughts to goo, which I totally blame for the words I utter against Calla’s lips. “Nobody else.”
“Nobody else,” she agrees, setting my soul on fire with her admission and sealing it with a kiss.
Our kisses turn frantic again – hands grabbing, tongues tangling – until I can’t take another second of grinding into Calla’s soft thigh.
“I’ve gotta be inside you, Calla. Can’t wait another fucking second. Lie back.”
Nestling her head into my pillow, blonde hair fanning out behind like a halo, I grip my cock at the base, holding myselfsteady while I slip up and down her folds a few times, paying close attention to her clit.
I watch, unable to rip my eyes away, the way my tip circles her pink bud, the hardness of my length so at contrast with the softness of her pussy, before her body draws me in, allowing me to sink home.
My groan mingles with Calla’s whine, my eyes falling shut, unable to keep them open another heartbeat longer as ecstasy ripples up and down my spine.
“God, Blake, you feel so fucking good…”
I pull out, snap my hips and drive back inside Calla’s wet heat, her words spurring me on.
It feels like freefalling every time I feel her clamp around me, my grip on her hips the only thing keeping me grounded.
“Harder,” Calla utters on a high-pitched moan, one of her hands snaking down to play with her clit, the other threading through my fingers digging into her supple flesh.
I drive into her harder when I feel the walls of her pussy begin to flutter around me, coaxing me to come with her, to fill her up, paint her walls with my—
Gritting my teeth, jaw feathering, I push past the squeeze of my aching cock, keeping my focus on Calla’s face, contorted in pleasure, as she gushes all over my cock.
Wetness trickling down my balls, my inner thighs, even dampening the sheets, I barely allow Calla a second to breathe before I’m pulling out and flipping her over onto her stomach.
Still twitching with aftershocks, I hoist her hips up high, relishing in the sound of her moans, now muffled by my pillow, and slide back inside.
“It should be illegal to feel this good,” I mutter, snapping forward quickly, filling Calla to the hilt until there’s not an inch of space between our slick with sweat bodies. “I meantwhat I said about keeping you tied to my bed so I can always have you…”
