Still, I hesitate. I don’t want to fuck this up. One wrong move or word said, and I could lose her.
She brushes her lips against my shoulder. “You’re not a monster, baby.”
She tosses her head back on the pillow so she can look up at me.
My brows draw together as I tilt my head to the side and say, “We’re both fucked up. You said it before, with our black hearts. But you’re my faith, my hope, my love, my luck. You’re my one in ten thousand. A four-leaf clover plucked out of a sea of three-leaf flowers. My Black Clover.”
My chest is heavy, but not from anger like it is usually. No, it’s from the joy her admission brings. I drop my head against her heart, hugging her tightly to me.
″Please, baby,” she says. “I’m ready for this.”
The primal urge in me takes over as I prepare to thrust my now throbbing hard-on inside of her. I have to force myself to slow down so I don’t hurt her. My hand spreads her open, and I stroke a knuckle against her clit.
She gasps as I rub circles, and when she’s visibly relaxed, I press my cock against the entrance to her pussy. I coat it with her arousal, sliding the head in and pausing so she can get comfortable.
″Shit,” she groans, tilting her head back.
″Bad shit, or good shit?”
″Good. Oh so good, Cal. Keep talking, remember?′
″Fuck, okay.” I suck a nipple into my mouth, twirling my tongue around it, then blow air against her skin. She clenches around my cock, pushing me in further.
″Jesus, Doc. You’re so warm and soft. And wet. So fucking wet.” I press a kiss to her shoulder, then bite it. “So fucking delicious.”
Grunting, I push in deeper and deeper with each thrust until I’m at the hilt.
Her cunt contracts around me. I’ve found my new home. I’d crawl inside and die if I could.
″Oh my God.” She moans, the head of my cock pushing up and rubbing her G-spot. I drive my hips up in a in a circling motion. “That feels so good.”
I smirk, dropping my head into her neck, and thrust again to pull another reaction from her. She tightens again, and it drives me over the edge. I slam home one more time before she is clenching around me as she comes.
Haley’s nails dig down my back while she sucks me in and grunt, the need for my own release so close. Her pussy squeezes, pulling me in greedily as she pants. Her kisses are hot and wet along my neck and shoulder, begging me to come with her. With a few quick pumps, I’m there with her, my fists clenching in her hair as I shoot my cum deep inside of her.
Haley’s hands run along my back while I plant kisses along her shoulder. “How are you doing, love?”
″I’m okay,” she says. She snorts, her body shaking as she starts laughing. “I’m better than okay. That was—” she laughs again. “It was good.”
I chuckle, and pull out of her.
Haley sits up and I push her back onto the bed before she can get up. Her head flops down as she smiles.
I was expecting more tears, but talking seemed to keep her mind clear and in the moment.
″Stay right here,” I say as I stand.
″Where are you going?”
I don’t answer her, just disappear to the bathroom to clean up. When I return, washcloth in hand, Haley’s eyes are closed as she lays sprawled on her back. I settle beside her, leaning on my elbow. Her eyes flutter open as I push her knees apart. My lips are on her thigh and I place the cloth against her pussy to wipe her clean.
″Thanks,” Haley says and smiles.
″Mmm.” I toss the rag to the floor. Kissing her knee, she relaxes and I take it as an open invitation, darting my tongue out, licking down her thigh.
″Cal,” she sighs, pressing her knees together when I get too close to her pussy. “Not tonight.”
″No mouth. Got it. What about my fingers?”