Her eyes found mine, and she paused. I could see the wheels turning in her mind.
“Yeah,” she said with a small smile. “It’s just the stress.”
“In that case,” I said, grinning. “I know the perfect way to relieve that?”
“Oh yeah?” she asked playfully. “How’s that?”
“Come inside,” I said. “I’ll show you.”
Tara grinned even wider and let me lead her inside. I was still on my crutches, but I barely needed them. When we stepped through the front door, I threw them to the ground and turned to grab Tara around the waist. We kissed long and slow. I could feel the tension in her body melt away.
When I slid down to my knees, reaching under her dress to remove her panties, she gasped and moaned. I stayed down there with my lips pressed against her pussy while she writhed against my living room wall. I licked her clit relentlessly, reveling in the sound of her moans and lapping up her sweet taste.
If nothing else, I knew this would ease her stress. I shoved two fingers deep inside her pussy, rocking them back and forth while I continued to suck on her clit. She came hard, slamming her head against the wall and screaming out my name.
I slowly got to my feet while she reached out to me. We kissed frantically, both desperate to get to the bedroom. I fucked her slowly that night, taking my time to make sure she enjoyed herself. I wanted to watch all her stress melt away. I wanted her to be so full of pleasure that she didn’t have room for anything else. I wanted to know that, when I was done with her, she was satisfied and exhausted.
My hips rocked against hers in a slow rhythm while I kissed her lips. She’d come once already and was shaking beneath me. I pulled away just enough to stare into her eyes. They were wide pleasure while I took her gently. My thrusts were deep, slow, and meaningful. She stared at me while another orgasm rocked through her body. Her pussy clenched around mine, and I couldn’t hold myself back for another second.
I shot forward and buried myself in her. She cried out and moaned, panting and clinging to me. I watched her fall asleep that night, a peaceful expression finally on her face. For the first time in days, she seemed like Tara again.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN - TARA
My alarm went off early the next morning. I groaned and rolled over, burying my face in the pillow. Caleb stirred beside me but didn’t wake until I clicked the side of my phone, stopping the alarm and leaving us in the middle of an early morning silence.
I sighed and rolled onto my back. I looked over at Caleb who was groaning. He shifted uncomfortably and rubbed his face. His eyes flickered open and found mine, ov
erwhelming me with their green depths.
I grinned as he slowly adjusted to consciousness. He smiled back and leaned forward to kiss me.
“Good morning,” he said when we pulled apart.
“Good morning,” I said. “I’m sorry my alarm woke you.”
“It’s okay.” He shrugged. “Had to wake up sometime. Are you working this morning?”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “I have a session in an hour.”
“Fuck that,” Caleb said, laughing. “Blow it off.”
“I can’t blow it off,” I said. I rolled my eyes and pushed myself out of bed. “Imagine if I did that to you, for your session tonight.”
“I don’t have to imagine,” he said, his voice dripping with a cocky confidence. “You’d never blow me off.”
“I wouldn’t?” I raised my eyebrows.
“Well,” He grinned. “At least not my PT sessions.”
His eyes darted down to where his dick was making a tent in the bedsheets. When he looked back at me, he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. I rolled my eyes and laughed. After all these years, he was still the same Caleb. Cocky as shit and not remotely apologetic for it.
“Not a chance,” I said. “I have to get ready.”
“You’re no fun.” He pouted as I ignored him and hurried into the bathroom.
It wasn’t easy to leave Caleb’s bed. He looked especially sexy in the morning. His hair was all over the place, and his eyes still held the shadow of his dreams. It was damn near impossible to pull myself away from him and get ready for my day.
Still, I knew I couldn’t shirk my responsibilities. My job was important and without it, I would lose all my health benefits as well as my opportunity to realize my full dream of being a licensed PT. After my diagnosis, that was something I couldn’t risk. As I brushed my teeth, staring at myself in the mirror, the reality of my situation sunk in all over again.