“I should think about this. After you lied to me and put me through hell,” he murmurs, his lips skimming my skin.
“You should,” I reply stoically despite arching into him, greedily drinking in anything he’s willing to give me. “Take all the time you need. I’ll…I’ll wait for you.”
He stares at me and then leans forward, kissing my neck once more.
“Fuck this. Fuck waiting. I’ve been miserable for weeks. Take me home,” he says.
I shake my head. “You should take all the time you need…”
“Shut up, Whit,” he grumbles. “Shut it. If you don’t take me home and fuck me, I will throw you over my shoulder and carry you there. Then I will be the one tying you to the bed.”
I swallow roughly, and he reaches out, twisting my fingers through his.
“You sure?” I ask as he pulls me forward.
“A thousand percent.”
I don’t wait for him to change his mind. We take his Jeep to the apartment, crashing through the door, all limbs and tongues and teethas we fight to consume one another. It’s been so long. He tastes so good, feels perfect against me.
I missed him more than I ever knew I could miss another.
“Now, need you now,” he moans, stripping off his clothes and stumbling into the bedroom.
I follow, unable to take my eyes off him. My shaking hands rip off my clothes until I’m just as naked as he is. And then I’m on him, my hands mapping the ridges of him, experiencing it all as if it’s our first time.
“Hurry,” Caleb pleads as I push him onto the mattress.
He holds himself open for me, legs spread wide, and without waiting, without hesitation, I grab the lube, wet my fingers, and push them inside.
He’s sinfully perfect.
Caleb’s eyes roll into the back of his head when I crook my fingers. He arches up, his cheeks flushed, his cock leaking as I work him open.
“Been so long, baby,” he moans, and I agree. I want inside of him. I never want to leave him again. But there’s something we need to discuss.
“Do I need a condom?”
He bites back a smile.
“I haven’t been with anyone but you.”
I inhale, feeling a deep relief. “Same. I could never be with anyone but you.”
Then I’m between his legs, my hands by his head, my hips pushing forward. He takes me so well. Just like he always does.
We groan in tandem, my cock stretching him wide.
His mouth meets mine, and our tongues tangle as I tunnel in and out of him. The feeling…indescribable. Like coming home.
Like finding myself once more.
“Caleb,” I whisper when our lips part for a moment. “I missed you.”
“Missed you more,” he gasps.
I arch my hips slightly, finding that spot inside of him, the one I memorized, the one that drives him crazy. He cries out as I slam forward. The headboard hits the wall, the bed creaking, but through it all, I watch him.
Watch him moan.
