Amelie and Roman were both out when we got to their house, meaning slipping up the stairs without being seen was a breeze. Caleb kissed me halfway up, his hands already undoing the jeans I was wearing while I could still fit in them, untucking the shirt I had on.
“What if someone comes home?” I gripped his wrists. “Wait until we get in the bedroom.”
“I can’t wait until we have our own space, and we know we won’t be interrupted.” He nibbled on my neck.
“We’d best make the most of it. From September for the next eighteen years, we’ll never be alone again.” That was the ironic thing – after so many years being friends, we only had a short time of just being lovers before we’d be sharing our space and time with a baby.
Which meant making the most of it now. Right now, it seemed. Laughter (from him) and giggles (from me) filled the stairs as we hurried up them, the house still apart from us. Caleb’s mouth found mine, then the delicate flesh of my neck, tender kisses that made my body shiver and between my legs bloom with heat and need and want.
Relief reverberated through me as we closed the door to the bedroom, relief that I was finally with Caleb, the boy I’d known since my life exploded, the man I’d craved in secret for so long, the person I was planning to spend my forever with. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling me close to him for a second.
“I love you.” I breathed the words before I was left speechless.
He chuckled, ridding me of my top and bra far too easily, his mouth dipping to take a nipple, gently lapping and sucking. “I love you too. For far longer that you’ve known.”
I pulled off his sweater, grazing my hands over his chest, the solid muscle there feeling safe and good, his mouth claiming mine once more and we made our way to the bed, losing more clothes, the duvet of my dreams soft underneath when we collapsed on top of it.
Caleb kissed his way down my body, my skin responding, legs parting, everything anticipating.
“I’m never going to tire of doing this to you.” He looked up at me from between my legs. “I think this is my favourite place to be.”
“Better than being on a boat?”
“Better than being anywhere else.” He gave my slit a long, luxurious lick. “Unless you were on the boat with me, and I was still doing this.”
That was the last thing he said for a while, taking his glasses off and busying himself to take me to an orgasm that only had me wanting more.
It was the same every time. Maybe it was trust, maybe it was how well we knew each other, maybe it was just because Caleb was the person I was meant to be with.
I flipped him onto his back, or rather encouraged him to move onto it, teasing my hair down his body so my tongue could tease the tip of his cock, his moan going straight to my clit. I toyed and sucked, just enough to have him clutching the covers underneath him, my name repeated in hushed breaths.
My mouth left his erection with a pop, my hips working my way up his body, lining my centre with him, my hand bracing on his shoulder.
Caleb grasped hold of my hips, steadying them, his eyes covering my body from between my legs to my breasts, to my face.
“When do you want to get married?” His words were a rush, almost a whispered blur.
I shook my head. “I don’t think you’re meant to ask that just before you head inside me.”
“I haven’t asked yet. Just wondering on your timescale.” His eyes closed and he moaned as I guided myself onto him, his cock filling me perfectly.
“After the baby’s born, maybe when they’re about one.” I started to move my hips, bracing my thighs for the workout, loving how I was making him fall to pieces. Our rhythm was practiced, perfected, we knew what got each other off and we knew how to try new touches, how to explore because we were still learning each other.
I never wanted to stop learning him.
Our movements were slick, shifting gears from slow to fifth, his hands toying with my breasts, teasing my nipples and then my clit, my body convulsing as it found its climax.
Caleb followed, pulsing into me, his fingers pressing into my skin. I lowered myself, still impaled on his cock, meeting his mouth with mine in a simple kiss, before we shifted onto our sides, legs tangled.
His hand pressed against the soft, almost invisible curve of my belly.
“Do you think they feel good when you do?”
I laughed, covering his hand with mine. “I think so. It definitely won’t do me or them any harm.” I buried myself into the duvet. “We’ll be doing this in our own home in a few weeks.”
He grinned. “Thank god. It’s been great seeing more of my dad and Amelie, but I’m looking forward to not seeing them as much.”
“Don’t you think they’ll be round all the time when the baby’s born?”
