I look down at my cock and some of the blood on my fingers paints my shaft. I watch as the overspray from the shower washes it away and I mourn it. I nudge her into spreading her legs a little more to make room for me. Then, I push the head of my cock against her wet pussy. I let it slide against her wet folds, torturing us both.
“Oh, God,” she sobs, so close to the edge that you can hear it in her voice.
“You’re mine, Callie.” My words are caught between being a demand and being a thank you for an answer to a prayer.
I slide a hand under her knee and hitch her leg against my thigh as I thrust inside her. I let the wall support her as I lift her, my cock pressing against her walls with the movement as I slide inside, seating myself so deep inside her that I figure she can taste me.
“Reed,” she hums, as her legs wrap around me.
When I begin to move, I feel her nails begin biting into my back. She holds onto me and I fuck her slow—at least as slowly as my hunger for her will allow. In and out I tunnel through her tight channel, knowing this ride will be over way too soon. Callie is quivering all around me, and I swear I can feel the vibration in my damn balls. I’m not sure anything has ever been this intense.
“I love you, Callie. I love you,” I rumble. She stretches up to kiss me, our mouths coming clumsily together as our bodies search for release. It doesn’t last nearly long enough. I’m so close to the edge there’s no way it can.
My woman pulls her head back and looks at me. Her eyes are filled with hunger and desire. That’s plain to see. Still, it’s the other emotion shining in their depths that makes me feel like I can’t breathe.
“I love you, Reed. I’ve always loved you.”
I doubt she has any idea how much my soul has craved those words throughout my life. Relief pours through me. Finally. Fucking finally, I’ve broken through. The truth is free, and we’re not hiding our feelings from one another. I’m not stupid. I know we’re not where we need to be—but we’re a fuck of a lot closer.
I can feel the heat at the base of my spine. My balls tighten as my climax begins to thunder inside of me. I fuck her harder, angling my body so that my hard shaft rakes against her sensitive flesh with every thrust. I try to hold on—I truly do. Callie doesn’t let me. She bites down on my shoulder, her muscles begin spasming against my cock, as she pulls me over the edge with her.
We ride out the storm together, her sweet body clinging to me as we kiss, and she takes every drop of cum that I have to give her body.
“Wow,” she says finally, smiling shyly up at me.
“I hope that’s a good wow,” I laugh.
I pull her under the stream of water, thankful I invested in a water heater that heats on demand.
“It’s an amazing wow,” she purrs, hugging me close one more time.
We wash each other off, stopping to kiss often and maybe it makes me a pussy for thinking it, but the truth is I like this time with her as much as I did the two of us making love. It feels new and free, like part of our past has finally been laid to rest.
When we get out, I grab a bath towel to wrap around her. I hear my cell ringing in the distance.
“Shit, that’s my cell. It could be Adam from the band. We’re going over dates when they can come down and record a demo of the song I’ve been writing. I want to get it to the record company.”
“I guess you better go get it,” she says, studying me carefully. I yank another towel down and secure it over my hips.
“You get dressed and meet me in the kitchen, and I’ll fix you breakfast.”
“I can cook, you know,” she laughs, but I shake my head.
“Not on your life. You’re going to lay around today and let your man take care of you.”
“My man, huh?”
“Oh, yeah, baby. I’m all yours,” I admit, going in for another kiss. It’s just a brief kiss—much briefer than what I want. When I pull back, she’s smiling.
“The phone stopped,” she points out.
“I guess that means we have more time.” I pick her up and she squeals as I deposit her on the sink.
“Reed!” she giggles.
“I need you again,” I tell her honestly.
Her hand slides along the side of my neck. And moves to the side of my face. Her touch is so gentle and real that it robs me of breath. “Reed, I do love you and it may be hard for you to believe because I’ve made some very stupid decisions in my life—”