Chapter 48
Chapter Forty-Eight
Emmersyn
The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. I’m still wrapped in the warmth of last night, my body pressed against Cal, my head resting on his chest. I can feel his heartbeat, strong and steady, beneath my cheek. But it’s not just the warmth of his body that catches my attention—it's the unmistakable hardness of his cock, already pressing against my thigh, hot and thick.
I shift slightly, savoring the feeling of him, letting my hand drift down between us. The sensation of his length, hard and ready, sends a thrill through me. I bite my lip, trying to keep quiet, but he’s already awake, his hand sliding into my hair, tugging gently.
“You’re looking like a starved greedy girl,” he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep and something darker, more primal.
I glance up at him, meeting his gaze, and lick my lips slowly, deliberately. His eyes darken as he watches me, and I can see the flicker of control he’s holding onto, but just barely. I shift again, letting my hand wrap around him, feeling the weight of him in my palm, and his breath catches, a low growl rumbling from his chest.
“You want it, don’t you?” he asks, his voice a mix of amusement and command. “You want my cock?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Please.”
“Not good enough, baby.” He tugs at my hair, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Beg for it. I want to hear you beg for my cock.”
His words send a shiver down my spine, igniting a fire deep within me. I’ve never been good at hiding what I want, not with him, not when he’s looking at me like this, like he’s ready to devour me. I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry, but I don’t hesitate.
“Please, Cal,” I beg, my voice a breathless whisper. “I need you. I need your cock. I’m so wet for you, so ready. Please, let me have it.”
His grip on my hair tightens, and a slow, wicked smile spreads across his face. “That’s more like it,” he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. “But I want to see just how greedy my girl really is.”
He releases my hair, his hand sliding down to grip my hip as he shifts beneath me, positioning me over him. I can feel the heat of him, so close, almost unbearable, but he doesn’t move, waiting for me to take what I’ve been begging for.
“Go ahead, baby,” he whispers, his voice a low command. “Show me how much you want it.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I lower myself onto him, slowly, savoring every inch as he stretches me, filling me completely. The sensation is overwhelming, the connection between us electric. I can feel every pulse, every throb of his cock inside me, and it’s pure ecstasy.
“God, you feel so good,” I moan, my voice quivering with pleasure. “So perfect.”
“Fuck, Em,” he groans, his hands gripping my hips, guiding my movements as I start to ride him, slow and steady. “You’re so fucking tight.”
I lean down, capturing his lips in a heated kiss, pouring all of my need into it. Our bodies move together, the rhythm building, the intensity growing with every thrust. I can feel the tension coiling in my belly, the need for release building with each passing second.
“Cal,” I gasp, breaking the kiss, my voice shuddering with desperation. “I’m so close.”
“Not yet,” he growls, his grip tightening as he thrusts up into me, harder, deeper. “You don’t get to come until I say so.”
The command sends a thrill through me, and I can’t help but whimper, my body trembling with the effort to hold back. But I know I’ll wait for him, I’ll do whatever he says, because nothing compares to the pleasure of falling apart in his arms.
“Put your hand on your clit, Em,” he orders, his voice rough and commanding. “I want you to rub that little clit while you ride my cock. I want to feel your pussy squeezing the life out of me when you come.”
My breath catches at his words, and without hesitation, I slide my hand down between us, my fingers finding my swollen clit. The moment I touch it, a jolt of pleasure shoots through me, and I start rubbing in slow, deliberate circles, just the way he likes it.
“That’s it, baby,” he growls, his hands tightening on my hips as I begin to move faster, riding him with more urgency. “Look at you, being such a good girl for me. You’re so fucking hot, touching yourself while you fuck my cock.”
I moan, the pleasure building with every stroke, every thrust, my body quivering with the effort to hold on. The pressure is almost unbearable, the sensation of his thick cock filling me, combined with the way my fingers work my clit, is pushing me to the brink.
“Now, touch your tit with your free hand,” he growls. “Squeeze it hard while you ride me. I want to see you play with those perfect tits while you milk my cock.”
My hand moves up without hesitation, cupping my breast, my fingers digging into the soft flesh. I squeeze hard, just like he ordered, my nipple rolling between my fingers as I continue to ride him, the added stimulation sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
“Harder,” he commands, his eyes locked on mine, the intensity in his gaze making me tremble. “Pinch that nipple, Em. I want you to feel every bit of this. Make yourself feel how much I own you.”
I comply, my fingers tightening on my nipple, the sharp pain mixing with the overwhelming pleasure as I continue to grind down on him, feeling every inch of him buried deep inside me. The control he has over me, the way he orders me to touch myself, only makes me hotter, needier.
“You’re so fucking good,” he praises, his voice rough with satisfaction. “You do everything I say, don’t you? That’s because you know how much you need me, how much you love this. You know I’m the only one who knows how to take care of you, how to love you.”
His words hit me like a jolt of electricity, sending a shiver down my spine. As I move faster, my body responding to the rhythm he’s set, his words echo in my mind. How to take care of me. How to love me.
There’s truth in what he says, a truth that I’ve tried to ignore but can’t escape in this moment. No one has ever known me like this, known what I need without me even having to say it. It’s not just about the physical connection—it’s the way he understands me, the way he sees me, even when I’m trying to hide.
My hips move faster, my hand squeezing my breast as I rub my clit harder, desperate to reach that peak again. But it’s not just about the release—it’s about the way he makes me feel, the way he’s always known how to make me feel whole, even when I didn’t realize I was broken.
Caleb’s grip on my hips tightens, and with a deep growl, he starts thrusting up into me, faster, deeper. Each powerful thrust drives me closer to the edge, the feeling of his cock hitting just the right spot inside me making me see stars. The pleasure is so intense, it’s almost unbearable, my body completely at his mercy as he takes control, pushing me closer and closer to that explosive release.
The rhythm of our bodies is frantic, his hips slamming up to meet mine as I ride him, my fingers working my clit harder, squeezing my breast with desperation. Every nerve in my body is on fire, every sensation heightened by the way he’s taking me, claiming me.
“Come for me,” he orders, his voice rough and demanding. “Come now, Em. I want to feel you fall apart on my cock.”
His words are my undoing. With a loud cry, I shatter, the orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave. My pussy clenches around him, squeezing him tight as I come, my body trembling with the force of it. The pleasure is overwhelming, every muscle in my body is tensing as I ride out the intense waves, my mind lost in the sensation of being filled, claimed by him.
“That’s it, baby,” he groans, thrusting up into me one last time, his voice thick with need. I feel him tense beneath me, his cock pulsing deep inside as he reaches his own release. The warmth of his cum fills me, spreading through me like a rush of liquid heat. The sensation of him emptying himself inside me, the way his body shudders with his climax, sends another shiver of pleasure through me, as if I’m feeling every bit of his release in my own body.
“Fuck, Em,” he breathes, his voice a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. “You’re so fucking perfect. So good for me.”
As the last of the tremors fade, he slows his movements, his hands gentle as they slide up to cradle my back. He holds me close, pulling me down onto his chest, his touch tender now, soothing. I can feel his heart pounding against mine, his breath warm in my hair as he strokes my back, grounding me after the intensity of our lovemaking.
“You did so well, baby,” he murmurs, his voice softening, filled with affection. “I’ve got you. Just relax. I’m right here.”
I melt into him, my body spent and sated, my head resting on his chest as I savor the lingering warmth of him inside me. His hands continue to soothe me, one gently rubbing my back, the other tracing soft circles on my hip. It’s exactly what I need after such an intense release—his touch calming, grounding me, bringing me back to the present.
As we lie there, wrapped up in each other, I feel a wave of emotion wash over me. It’s more than just the physical connection—it’s everything we’ve been through, everything we’ve overcome to get to this moment. I lift my head slightly, looking up into his eyes, and I see the same feelings reflected back at me.
“I love you, Cal,” I whisper. “I’ve always loved you.”
His hand pauses on my back, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that takes my breath away. “I love you too, Em,” he replies, his voice low and filled with emotion. “More than anything. I’ve never stopped.”
We hold each other’s gaze, the truth of our words settling between us, solid and unbreakable. I can feel the warmth of his love surrounding me, filling the spaces that were once empty, and I know that this is where I’m meant to be.
“I’m never leaving you,” he continues, his voice firm, filled with conviction. “No matter what. We’ve been through too much, and I’m not letting you go again. ”
“Promise me,” I whisper, needing to hear the words, to know that this time, it’s real.
“I promise,” he says, his hand cupping my cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. “I’ll never leave you, Em. We’re in this together, forever.”
A tear slips down my cheek, but it’s not out of sadness—it’s relief, happiness, the overwhelming realization that we’ve finally found our way back to each other. “Forever,” I echo, sealing the promise with a kiss, our lips meeting in a soft, tender embrace that speaks of all the things we’ve been too afraid to say until now.