The guy who held me all night, without expectations.
The guy who bought me plants and gifts when he thought I didn’t feel well.
The door opened, our eyes meeting for a beat with the same heat. The genuine warmth and trust on his face had me grinning. My heart raced with emotion while my skin burned alive from how much I wanted him. My nerves were gone, replaced with excitement. Excited to be with him, everything on the table. To explore the chemistry with a lens of love. I’d never slept with someone who I cared so much for, and the thought made me buzz with anticipation. There was so much trust with Cal, and we’d seen each other at our worst andstillwanted to do this. I’d never been so attracted to another human being before, and it wasn’t just looks.
It was who he was and who he made me want to be.
“I thought I’d lost you before I even had a chance with you,” he said, opening his door and guiding me in with a hand on my lower back. He spun me around, his large hands on my hips as he turned me. “I’m a lucky bastard that you’ll have me. I won’t blow it, Elle. I need you to know that.”
I nodded, my heart doubling in size. I cupped his face, my hands trembling as I kissed him. His jaw was hard lines, a soft layer of scruff covering it. He leaned into me as I said, “You have such a soft heart, Cal. I’m lucky you’re sharing it with me.”
He smiled at me, his lips curving up so high my stomach swooped. It was pure joy. I wanted to give him reasons to smile like that every single day. I ran a finger over his neck, along his shoulder and down his forearm. He sucked in a breath when I pulled the edge of his shirt up. He reached behind his neck and took it off, tossing it to the side. His chest was incredible, all muscles and lines. I kissed the center of it, right above his heart. I wanted to savor every minute of being with him.
I explored his pecs with my fingers, tracing the outline of his nipples as he shook beneath my touch. I brought my mouth to his stomach. He tasted like sweat and smelled like soap. “I love how you take such good care of your body. You’re so passionate and dedicated and wonderful.”
He hoisted me up with his hands, lifting me off the floor and walking us to his bedroom. “I want your skin on mine,” he said, almost in a growl. He set me on his bed gently, lifting my shirt off and helping me remove it. He kissed my neck as he reached around to undo my bra. Chest to chest, he lowered us onto the bend, kissing me in slow, meaningful strokes. There was no rush if we werereallydoing this. None at all.
I arched my back, clinging to him as he bit my bottom lip in a playful nip. Our gazes met, his eyes softening on the sides, and I nipped him. Laughing, I rolled us over so was on top of him. “So, you’re gonna tease me today, huh?”
“Possibly.” He ran his hands up my sides, across my ribcage before settling over my nipples. I sucked in a breath, the feel of his palms on my breasts sending shots of lust straight to my core. “I’ve thought about your body every second of every day since we were together.”
He pinched each nipple, pulling them. I tilted my head back, my pulse racing from his words and touch. I ground my hips on him, letting all the worries fade away.
Foreplay had never been like this before, maddening to the point I wanted to go wild. He sat up, keeping one hand on my lower back and pulling me tighter. He closed his warm mouth around my nipple, kissing and sucking it before moving toward the other one. He hummed against my skin, the vibration making me pant with need.
“Cal,” I begged. Rocking my hips harder, he chuckled and slid one hand down my body and between my thighs. He didn’t go in my waistband. He moved his finger inside my shorts, pushing my panties to the side. “Fuck,” I hissed, the fact I still wore bottoms somehow making this hotter.
“Keep rocking.”
I did as he thrust his middle finger, then two fingers into me. I moaned, enjoying the buildup to what would be an amazing orgasm. There was no doubt. My body was attuned to his in a way that was hard to describe. Each breath I felt, each beat of his heart. When he moved to reposition us, my body naturally went with him.
“I want you to let go, Elle,” he said, his voice raspy and deep. “Come over my fingers before I fuck you slow.”
I shook at the heat of his words. I grabbed his face, kissing him hard as he used his thumb to rub my clit. The sensations of everything were perfect, almost too much. The feel of his tongue on mine, his fingers inside me, his other hand fisting myhair behind my back. Sweat fell down my chest as my muscles clenched. He thrust harder, the orgasm seconds away.
Right before I came, he broke out kiss apart and watched me. It was hot as fuck to have him observe me losing it. I bit my lip, the pleasure making it impossible to keep quiet. A moan escaped. I arched my back. I held onto him tighter, desperate to lengthen the orgasm. “Cal,” I cried. “Yes!”
His eyes singed me with the heat and love and emotion swirling behind them. Instead of being self-conscious, it boldened me. This manlovedme. I fell forward, resting my forehead against his, and he exhaled just as hard, like my orgasm made it tough for him to breathe. “Never getting sick of that sound,” he whispered against my neck.
“Of me coming?”
“Yup.” He cupped my face and kissed me slow, moving his hand to undo my shorts’ button. “Need you naked, now.”
I laughed, the desperation in his voice matching mine. “Yes, sir.” I hopped off him and removed my shorts and panties as he did the same. He reached over to his side table and pulled out a condom. I took the wrapper from his hands, ripped it, and slid the rubber on his cock. He was so thick and hard and ready for me. Crawling over him, I kissed his jawline, his neck. Then I bit his shoulder before lowering my body to his. “You’re amazing,” I said, needing him to understand how much I meant it. “Your dedication, your mind, your heart. I’m lucky I get a part of it.”
“You own it.” His voice was more intense, aggressive. “You own my heart, Elle. Be careful with it, please.”
My soul hummed as I reached down to guide him inside me. I sucked in a breath, adjusting to him, and rocked my hips. “Always,” I said, holding his gaze. I’d nevermade lovebefore because it sounded cheesy. Having sex was hot and fun and dirty, but this? With him? I ground on him slowly, enjoying the way his thighs tightened and his abs clenched. His lips parted,and his eyes were on fire as I slowly came down to kiss him. He gripped the back of my head hard, digging his nails into my scalp as he thrust up into me.
It was hot as hell. My nerves exploded around us. Pleasure and love and ecstasy.
Sweat pooled between our chests, our breaths mingling as the kiss went deeper and his thrusts got harder. I’d never come like this, but I didn’t care. This was about us, about our bodies enjoying each other. I nipped his lip, and he grunted. “I’m flipping us over. I need more.”
He slid out, held onto me, and rolled us so I was on my back. He yanked my legs down to the edge of the bed, and he stood, pulling my ankles at his ears. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous like this, Elle.”
He pounded into me now. The slap of skin, the sounds of him groaning, the beat of my heart in my ears. I thrashed on his bed, his scent surrounding me. He used one hand to play with my clit, and I tightened my legs around his head. “Yes, Elle, give me one more.”
My back arched, and I held onto the sheets and yelled, “Faster!”
