I cover her mouth with mine and lift her onto the table. I push her back until she’s lying down flat, and then I disappear and crouch down, until I’m level with her pussy. Pushing her skirt up, I pull her knickers to the side and bury my face in her, my tongue tasting, teasing. She writhes on the table as I eat her like a starved man, taking what I want and what I know she loves. I push her legs further apart as I slide a finger inside of her, my mouth latched around her clit as I do. She cries out, and her legs begin to tremble. I work her harder, faster, and when I feel her walls begin to clench around my finger, I add another.
“Fuck, Caleb,” she shouts, and it turns me on even more. My name on her mouth is fucking beautiful. I keep going until she’s a puddle of goo on the table, and even then I’m not ready to stop. I keep my mouth on her as I take my fingers out of her and free my cock. I wrap my hand around and move it up and down a couple of times, before I move my mouth from her and stand, my hands finding her thighs and my cock waiting at her entrance as I slide her to the very edge of the table.
She looks at me, her eyes all glazed over and full of passion, and I slam inside of her, making her arch her back and cry out. The sound ricochets around the room, and the curry is long forgotten as I pound into her over and over again, my fingers digging into her thighs and threatening to leave marks, but I can’t seem to stop. She brings out this feral side to me, a state where nothing else fucking matters and all I need is her—my fix.
The table legs creak as it moves beneath us. The smell of burning permeates the air, but I’m right on the fucking edge and I’m not stopping for shit. I slam into her a few more times, and then she clenches around me as I come, hard.
I stare at the beautiful woman beneath me as I lean on top of her but keep my weight off, my arms either side of her head, and I get the overwhelming urge to tell her that I fucking love her, but I guess it’s not quite the right time as the smoke alarm starts blaring, making us both laugh.
“I guess dinner is ruined,” I tell her, and she smiles.
“I was in the mood for take-out anyway,” she replies, a lightness to her that fills me with happiness.
I place a light kiss on the end of her nose and then pull out, quickly pulling my boxers and trousers back up, so I can go and tend to the ruined food.
* * *
“Fuck,” she says as we both collapse on the bed, after another round of sex in the lounge. We’re both a sweaty mess, panting, and still I don’t feel like I’ve had my fill of her.
“You know, for an older guy, you sure have stamina,” she says cheekily, with a smirk gracing her lips that were wrapped around my cock not so long ago.
“Less of the old,” I say as I wrap my arm around her and bring her body flush with mine. I move onto my back and roll with her, so her head is resting on my chest. We stay in contented silence for a few moments, me just playing with her hair while she runs her hands across my abs—yes, I have abs, and I work fucking hard for them. Good job really, because the way we’re going, she’ll be fucking me to death, but what a great way to go.
“I never thought we’d ever be like this again,” she says quietly, her fingers pausing for a beat before resuming the light tracing across my skin. “It broke me when we parted the first time.” Oh boy.
“You and me both, Cameron,” I tell her.
“I couldn’t do it again, Caleb,” she whispers, and I move my hand to the nape of her neck as I fist her hair in my hand and turn her to face me.
“You won’t have to, because you’re mine, I already told you that,” I say fiercely.
“You said it before too,” she says, her eyes lowering. Oh no, I’m not having that.
“I thought we were done with the past?” I ask.
“We are, it’s just… too good to be true, I guess.” She bites her bottom lip, and I know the emotion is getting to her. I abruptly roll us over, until I’m lying on top of her, nestled between her legs. “I’m scared you’re going to leave me again, Caleb.” Her lip trembles and I feel like a fucking arse for making her doubt what this is. It’s my own fault, I know, but seeing her like this causes an ache inside of me.
“I’m never leaving you, Cameron. This is it. This is the end of our story, just you and me against the world, baby.”
“It’s not the end,” she says quietly as she moves her fingers up my arms and along my shoulders, until she’s linking them together behind my neck. “This is just the beginning, yeah?”
I smile, because oh my fuck do I love her. “Yeah,” I agree, and then I place my mouth on hers and enter her slowly, because my dick is more than ready to go again.
This time, I make love to her. Slowly, deeply, and I look into her eyes as I do. My heart is fucking bursting with everything I feel for her.
And as I feel her walls closing around me, I say the words that I’ve been holding back on because I thought it was too soon… “I love you, Cameron, so fucking much.”
“Caleb…” Her words trail off as she comes around my cock, and then I follow a few moments later. And when I’m done and my forehead is resting against hers, she brings her hands to my face, cupping my cheeks and looking at me like I’m her whole world as she says, “I love you too.”
ChapterThirty-Two
Cameron
Making breakfast in Caleb’s kitchen feels like the most natural thing in the world. I’m in one of his shirts and a pair of lace knickers as I make us some toast and a pot of coffee. I’m going to surprise him with breakfast in bed, and then, hopefully, he’ll eat my pussy again before I drag him in the shower and suck his cock before we have to leave for work.
But then I feel his arms wrapping around me from behind, and I guess I won’t be surprising him with breakfast in bed, and I sure as hell didn’t hear him because my depraved thoughts had tuned me out to anything else.
“Good morning,” he says quietly in my ear, and I feel a shiver race up my spine as he bites gently on my lobe.