Callan doesn’t say anymore and though there’s some hesitation, he’s giving in to me.
“Do you want to?” I finally ask, wondering if this is just for me.
“You have no fuckin’ idea.” He gives a nod, that same confident nod and it gets me, it’s as if he really is dying when he presses forward his mouth finds mine again. “Hang on, baby.”
Sweet Jesus.
He’s not waiting any longer, his patience gone as he enters me.
We both gasp when he’s in, breathing escaping me entirely but all I can do is inhale, I need to stay alive this close to him. It’s the sweetest relief, a slow kissing dream, fire-lit, soul healing kind of feeling I’d never believe would be possible except that
it is.
Callan doesn’t move right away, his eyes on mine when he does, a slow movement as if he’s wanting this to last.
He lowers his lips to my throat when he begins to move a little faster, but still, he’s not rushing. “There’s so much more to sex if you feel it.” He says, keeping his eyes locked on mine. “Let yourself feel.”
I am. For the first time I am.
He’s got a way that he moves. A swagger that only he can pull off. And he knows he’s that good. He’s confident he’s going to make me feel what no one has ever made me feel. Instantly I feel like there’s a heat building and I’m gasping and whimpering at what he’s giving me, something no one else has cared to give.
He’s not just fucking me. Callan could never do that. It’s not in his heart to do so.
His mouth nips at my skin, his hands on my ass forcing me into every move he’s making. Then he leans back so he can see me laid before him. His hands move from my ass, to my breasts and then down my curves.
“Come for me, darlin’. Just one more…come for me…” he begs in a low raspy voice that makes me shiver, rattles my bones and pleads for more, “give me one more.”
He’s begging for me to give in and give him what I’ve never given anyone else.
It’s not his movements that get me, though they’re enough, it’s that voice and those words, begging me for more.
My body arches, curving around him, my hips angling just enough that nothing remains of my control. I’m gone completely.
He groans low in his chest. “That’s it, baby.”
He knows that I came, exactly what he wanted, a grin forms and those diamond cut eyes travel up my body laid before him, his strong confident hands spread over me. He squeezes my hips bringing me into each thrust he’s giving.
Bending forward, he groans, touching his forehead to mine. His lips are on mine next, kissing me with an intensity I’ve never felt before. Our mouths are colliding, tongues tangling and breathing heavy. Words are falling from his lips but I can’t hear them, all I feel is pleasure that shoots through me and blinds me, makes me only see this. Someone giving me a piece of me.
Just as I don’t want it to end, his thrusts come a little faster and I know what’s coming. He’s breathing hard, chest heaving, every muscle tensed as he hovers above me. He looks at me, a quick glance, then his eyes dip low. He slams into me two more times, his eyes falling shut. I grind my hips into his hoping what he’s feeling is just as intense as what he made me feel.
As I watch him, there’s a broken part of me and it’s bleeding into him, a whisper away from dying. I know he feels it too. He’ll remember tonight. I feel it in my bones and the way he’s shaking around me. I feel like it lasts forever, or maybe it’s just me wanting it to.
“Holy shit…” he pants, slumping forward but still supported by his shaking arms.
“You’re welcome.” I say, my lips curving into a smile when his lips brush mine, his knuckles on my cheek. “Was it an eight second ride?”
He laughs, his voice vibrating my entire body. “I’ll never qualify when it comes to you.”
Chapter Eleven
Leaving
The sunrise dances over the flat lands, my mind doing circles with it. A dance the two know very well. As I sit there with Callan, I see just how much he has made me feel that emotion I was missing. He’s a feeling for something better.
There isn’t a sound out there. Nothing. It was as if the world has stopped and it’s just us. This feeling, what I know, what I want to believe is this won’t ever go away. Even when he leaves, I can have this feeling because he’s given it to me.
“Did you ever think you’d be fucking around with the farmer’s daughter?” I tease, not meaning for it to sound dirty, but it does.