CALEB
Grief became a catalyst for us.
I had drawn so many lines in the sand. I told myself they were for the best, but who did they serve? Almost everybody I worked with didn’t know what was happening. Most of my friends didn’t know to check up on me. I had been sitting there, alone in my apartment, biding my time until my eleven o’clock flight to Houston next Monday morning. Until then, I had planned on sitting there, alone and by myself.
I guess part of me thought I deserved the isolation and torment.
As Millie’s lips met mine, I was so glad she knew better. I was glad she forced her way into my apartment and my life, and there wasn’t anyone else I wanted pulling me up out of this hole than her. It didn’t matter how she came to me. I only cared that she was here now, letting my hands run up under the back of her sweater.
My desires pulled us both back to my bedroom. With her hands skating down my neck and shoulders, it was the first time in a few days that I felt truly alive. Her mouth opened wider for me. Her arms invited me closer.
“Tell me what you need,” she murmured again.
“I need you against me,” I professed as my legs brushed against the edge of the bed. “I need you out of these damn clothes and your skin against mine.”
“We can do that,” Millie assured me. “You have me however you like… as many times as you like…”
The prospect weakened me. With a small groan rumbling inside me, I found Millie’s mouth again. Our kiss grew more fervent and deepened as I considered a whole weekend with her. I almost didn’t know where to begin, but I let nature take its course and let Millie take the lead. With her hands pulling away from me, Millie stopped me only to take off her sweater. The soft red garment dropped to the floor. Her flats were kicked off. With her hands on me again, Millie left her bra and leggings for me to handle, letting me have the satisfaction of unhooking those metal clasps before falling back on the bed together.
Dim morning light filtered through my half-shut blinds, and in the soft shades of gray, I admired her. I let her brown curls fall around my face like a curtain and block out anything but her. Her smile was all I wanted to see. Her skin was the only thing I longed to taste, and she knew it. When my hands cupped her breasts, Millie moved instinctively. She let her chest shift so that I could let my tongue and teeth graze over her full chest. Toying with each nipple, she didn’t hide the soft moans escaping her lips.
“Oh, yes, Caleb,” she purred.
Her fingers buried themselves in the sides of my hair, and before I knew it, her mouth was desperate to find mine again. She gave the chance for my hands to wander down her spine. I pushed down the fabric covering her backside, gripping her ass as if it anchored me to reality. My fingertips pressed into that tender flesh as Millie smiled for me again.
“I’m gonna take good care of you, sweetheart,” she declared with a wonderfully wicked tone. “Just relax for me. I can make it better.”
As her hands helped me in pulling off the last of her clothes, Millie hovered over me again, her naked form thrilling to behold. I wanted to admire her, to pull back the curtains and study her in the daylight, but her wandering mouth forced my eyes to roll back towards the ceiling. With that teasing mouth of hers, Millie wandered down my chest. She tugged down my sweatpants and boxer briefs with one firm yank, and reveling in her own success, Millie set my growing member free.
“I can’t believe we’ve wasted so much time to get here,” she purred, letting hands brush up and down my length. “Promise me we won’t go back to how things were.”
“No,” I swore, my voice raspy with want. “Never.”
Getting the oath she wanted, Millie let her warm breath tingle against my shaft before enveloping my tip. Her eyes glanced up to meet mine. Through that veil of thick eyelashes, her gaze held mine for a fragile moment before my head dropped back into the bed. All I could do was shut my eyes and feel her. My hands grabbed fistfuls of her ear, giving her a clear path as she worked me over. Up and down, she bobbed her head. Her gentle moans hummed against my skin. Her free hand dared to brush against my balls, and before I knew it, I was dripping desire onto the tip of her tongue.
“Do you want more?” she asked, letting her hand continue its gentle strokes. “Do you want to have me, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I groaned into the air growing hotter with each passing second.
Millie positioned herself over me, allowing our bodies to connect. She sheathed my length with ease, her walls slick and warm. It felt like burning velvet had wrapped itself around my shaft, and some small part of me never wanted to be let go. Our promise was sealed then and there.
There wasn’t a chance in hell that I was going back to how things were. I didn’t care about any damn consequences. The only thing that mattered was her.
“God, you feel so good,” I groaned into her neck, kissing the skin I found.
Millie rocked against me, letting my grip against her hips and thighs encourage the motion. Her hips rolled into me, and I felt her clit brush against my skin. The sensation coaxed more and more pleading gasps from her lips. They all tingled against my ear. I heard even the softest moans and panting breaths, and my hands felt every rising tremble. With sweat misting over her hot neck, I could feel the pleasure mounting inside us both. Desire was taking hold of us, and we couldn’t stop. We couldn’t let go until a release claimed us both.
“Caleb,” she began to whimper.
Her delicate trembles were growing into earth-shattering quakes. On the edge of a climax, I could feel losing her will to move, but I didn’t let her stop. My hips bucked into hers and my hands guided her body. With those few final thrusts, Millie gasped. A climax consumed her, and I let my release flood her insides.
Millie hadn’t even finished unpacking all her things when I stole my first kiss, but if there was ice cream melting on my kitchen counter, I didn’t care. My only concern was stealing another breathless kiss from her lips and feeling human again. After endless days alone, I was seeing the light once more, and it lived in the warmth of Millie Jackson’s eyes.
“Can I stay?” she asked as her body wrapped around mine.
“You can stay today, tomorrow, or forever,” I swore. “Whatever you’re offering, I’ll take it.”
“I’ll stay until you have to leave for Texas,” she decided.