Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 102731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
A glance at Callie revealed tears rolling down her cheeks as she came for a third time, her hands now limp at either side of her head.
Her breasts heaving and trembling.
Mine. The fierce possessive thought came over me as I watched her shudder through her fourth orgasm of the night.
And before I could think, I was moving over her, tilting her hips, pulling them off the bed so I could plunge into her.
“Lewis!”
“Hold onto the headboard,” I commanded.
She did, and I pulled back only to drive so hard into her the bed shifted beneath us. Her desperate moans and cries spurred me on. I fucked her. I fucked her with such intensity, I hoped I imprinted on her goddamn soul.
The bed slammed against the wall as I powered into her. Her inner muscles were swollen from her climaxes and if she felt sensational before, the experience was on another level now.
“Is this what you need?” I growled.
“Yes! Yes, yes!”
“Take me, mo chridhe.” I bared my teeth, her inner muscles clasping hotly to my cock as I thrust in and out of her wet channel. “Take my cock. It’s yours. Only yours, mo chridhe.”
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Callie cried like she was almost panicked. And then she screamed, her eyes rolling back in her head. And I felt it. I felt how fucking hard she came. Her inner muscles throbbed in fierce clenches around my cock, like a tight hand jerking me into my own climax.
I bellowed her name as my balls drew up and I exploded. My hips juddered in what felt like the longest orgasm anyone had ever experienced.
“Fuck, fuck.” The muscles in my arms trembled as I held myself over her. She still throbbed around me, little aftershocks of pleasure trembling through my whole body. Sweat dampened my skin, my heart pounding so fiercely in my chest and ears, I could barely hear anything over it.
We caught our breath and finally, Callie seemed to return to the reality of the moment. Our gazes held, a sense of awe passing between us.
She was right.
Back when we were kids, the sex had been good, sweet. The sex between two kids who loved each other.
But this … this was something else. Something hungrier and more powerful … and I wanted to do it over and over again. With only her. For the rest of my life.
Callie’s eyelashes fluttered as her whole body seemed to melt into my bed. “Phenomenal,” she murmured sleepily. “I feel like butter on hot toast.”
I smiled as an overwhelming ache filled my chest, threatening to crack it. There were only a few times when we were younger that we’d had the opportunity in which I could give my girl multiple orgasms before I needed to get her home. But on those occasions, she’d wanted to fall asleep after, and I’d had to keep her awake until we arrived at her place.
Considering tonight was the best sex we’d ever had, it wasn’t surprising to see her lashes flutter close. Especially after the four whiskies and however many cocktails she’d had at the bar.
Reluctantly, I eased out of her, and her eyes opened briefly as she moaned. The sound unbelievably sent renewed blood rushing to my cock. With a sigh, I got off the bed and watched as she fell back asleep, her chest rising and falling slowly.
After I cleaned up, I returned to pull the duvet beneath her out, knowing that wouldn’t wake her either. She hadn’t changed as much as I’d feared. All the wee things were still the same.
Shoving the duvet in the cupboard to be laundered later, I pulled out a fresh one, and eased it over my unexpected companion. Then I got in beside her and drew Callie into my arms, relishing the way she snuggled against my chest like we’d never been apart.
I kissed her temple. “I’ve missed you so much, mo chridhe.”
Her light breathing was the only answer.
“But I won’t need to miss you anymore,” I promised, determination filling me. Settled and at peace with my plan—more at peace than I’d felt in years—I coasted my hand over Callie’s waist, comforted by her warmth.
Sleep claimed me easier than it had since the last time she belonged me.
The sound of a whining engine and the familiar shouts between the blokes that cleaned mine and my neighbor’s windows woke me.
And even though I’d been sleeping alone for a long time, I remembered Callie should be in my bed. My eyes flew open, and I turned my head on the pillow to find the space beside me empty.
Disappointment and something worse crept in, fully pushing me out of sleep state. I pushed to sitting, rubbing a hand over my beard. “Callie?” I called.
Nothing.
Knowing what I’d inevitably find, but not wanting to discover it, I reluctantly got out of bed and checked the bathroom.