Pant.
Whine.
And then he says my name. With love. With reverence.
It’s all it takes. He comes, and I follow him over the edge, filling him with my release. Marking him as mine once more.
My arms shake, my moans endless as my chin hits my chest. I come down from the high of it slowly, as if waking from a dream. The dream of being with him again.
And when I’m pulling out of his wet hole, I stare at his hard, spent cock.
“Shameless,” I say with a huff.
“It’s been deprived,” he says, and I smile.
“It has. Now let’s clean up.”
“Always with the cleaning,” he teases, but I don’t mind it. I just wipe him up as best I can and then lower myself on top of him. It feels good to be here, tucked against his strong chest.
But Caleb seems discontent. He grunts beneath me and then rolls me onto my back, draping himself across me.
“Better,” he mutters.
His fingers trace over my skin, and I find myself holding on to him, worried this is all a dream. But knowing it’s not.
My dream is now my reality.
“Can I ask you something?” he finally asks.
“Anything.”
“How much was in that trust, babe?” he asks, tracing the line of my collarbone.
I sigh, not even upset about it anymore. Not when I have something worth more than that right here.
“Millions.”
He stares down at me and blinks. “Shit. Will you resent me for it? Ten years down the road? When you’re stuck with poor ol’ me?”
I shake my head adamantly. “Never. You are worth so much more than money.”
His eyes soften, and he presses his lips to my chin.
“I love you,” he says, and my eyes widen.
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. After everything I put him through, and he still allows himself to love.
“What?”
He makes a face and sighs loudly. “You heard me. I. Love. You.”
I can barely speak the question from the shock of it. “You do?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
He shakes his head in disbelief and then presses a kiss to my lips.
