Chapter 47
CHAPTER 47
CALEB
A pril shudders above me, her inner muscles clenching hard against my cock as she rides her orgasm. Her hands clenching at her breasts, squeezing her nipples.
I thrust into her, feeding the sensation, my fingers stimulating her swollen clit, driving her on.
I wait until she relaxes, my pace picking up, the pressure in my balls building until my muscles lock and my cock jerks, pumping my cum deep into her velvety pussy.
April’s mouth locks on mine. Her tongue teasing and tangling, trying to win the battle.
I roll us, the daybed on my roof terrace, still warm from the day’s sun. It was quite the surprise to find April sunning herself up here, her hair wet from using the pool. Her tiny bikini too tantalising to ignore. This is where I’m pleased I took the initiative to shelter the terrace from prying eyes from the neighbouring buildings.
“This is a pleasant surprise,” I say, nestling April into my chest. I'm still amazed at how well we fit and how freely she allows me to do it. We’ve come a long way from sex with no snuggling until now.
“Hmm,” she says, dropping a kiss against my chest, nestling deeper. “The pool was calling to me,” she says sleepily. “The underground was hot and after a day of dancing.”
“You know you’re welcome to use it,” I say.
“I know, thank you.” She tilts her head up and drops a kiss onto my lips, but when she pulls back, there’s a crease between her brows.
I run my thumb over it.
“Want to talk about it?”
“I don’t know,” April tells me honestly.
I run a hand down her body, loving how she shivers as my fingers glide over her skin.
“How did you start dancing?” I ask, as she rests her head on my chest, her hand drawing lazy circles on my stomach.
“My last foster mum, Di, runs a dance school.” April pauses, and I let her. “I was twelve when I went to live with Di and Julian. My previous family decided they didn’t want to foster anymore. Their own children left home, and they wanted to travel.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, smoothing a hand over her hair.
“It is what it is. I kind of got used to moving. Foster care isn’t usually long term, so every three years I was moved.” She looks up at the sky, her mind wandering, before giving a small smile. “I made Di and Julian’s life hell for the first year. I was one angry pre-teen,” she admits.
“You tried to push them away.”
It’s a statement more than a question. The more I get to know April, the more I understand her defensive measures.
April chuckles. “I did. Tested them to the brink. It was only after I ran away for the fourth time and the police returned me in a police car, Di decided enough was enough. She made me join her at the dance studio every evening after school. All privileges revoked.”
“That must have been tough.”
I can’t imagine an angry, pre-teen April taking too kindly to being told what to do.
“It was, but it was the best thing that ever happened to me. Di showed me there was another way. Initially, I went to do my homework, but then during the holidays I began to watch. Di caught me practising some steps at home. By the time of my thirteenth birthday, I was joining her classes. Found I had an aptitude for dancing, and Di used that to her advantage. Taught me everything I know and more. I owe her everything.”
“She sounds like an amazing woman,” I say, smiling and hoping I’ll get to meet her one day.
“She is, they are,” she says looking up at me. “But at eighteen I had to leave their care. My time in the foster system was officially over. They told me I could stay, but that would have been unfair. I couldn’t take any more from them, they had already given me so much. Then I got my scholarship to the conservatoire, so I knew it was time to move on. Stand on my own two feet, so at eighteen, I moved out. I still speak to Di, at least once a week, if not more.”
“That’s young,” I say, already knowing this much from the report Elijah has given me.
“It’s the foster system,” she says, her tone so matter of fact that my heart bleeds for her. At eighteen, I was still immature, too young to stand on my own two feet. I find it difficult to envision what life would have been like at that age without adult supervision or support.
I think back to the desperation in Di’s voice when Samuel called her, when April was missing. This is a woman who clearly loves her foster daughter as if she was her own.
“She sounds like a special lady. ”
April smiles at me. “She is.”
“And she still runs her dance school?” I ask.
April's smile begins to fade, and she sits up, clasping her knees to her chest. “Yes. Although she is being stubborn. She needs to have a hip replacement. Has been on the waiting list forever. Last time I saw her, she was using a stick to get around. She tried to hide her pain, but?—”
April huffs, before turning her head to look at me, resting her cheek on her knees.
I go to open my mouth but stop. It’s clear how much April loves her foster mum, but I’m also learning pride is a large part of her make-up, that and standing on her own two feet rather than accepting help from anyone. Instead, I change the subject.
“What about your birth parents?”
April flips over, resting her chin on her hands on my chest.
“According to what I’ve been told, my mum was young when she had me. I lived with her when I was little. Then, when I was three, I guess it got too much. I moved to foster care when she could no longer look after me.”
“Have you seen her since?”
April shakes her head, and my heart gives a lurch. “I have some memories. But I’m not sure if they’re dreams of a little girl or whether they were real. Whatever they were… I haven’t seen or heard from her in a long time. I don’t know where she is, or what she’s doing.”
I pick up on the loneliness in her tone and pull her tighter against me. April drops her mouth to my chest, kissing her way to my nipple before she takes it between her lips and rolls it between her teeth and tongue. I bite down to suppress the moan that wants to escape. Her hands move, beginning their own exploration. Her fingers trailing up and down my hardening cock. I know she’s distracting me, and that’s her choice.
I moan as her hand encases me, and I feel her smile as she follows her hand down with her mouth. Drawing me deep into her mouth, her tongue teases the underside of my swollen cock. I writhe beneath her, her hands massaging my balls, her mouth, tongue, and teeth tormenting me. Before she takes me over the edge, I scoop her up and run for the pool.
April squeals, her laughter filling the air as I jump into the water, submerging us both. We surface laughing, and April swims towards me, wrapping her arms around my neck. I manoeuvre us backwards until she’s pressed up against the side.
“You have a naughty mouth, little dancer,” I say, sucking down on her neck where I know she likes it. Her legs wrap around my waist, pressing her centre against my cock. I shift my hips so I rub against her, eliciting another moan of delight.
“You’ve got a greedy pussy, little dancer,” I say, pulling her against me and continuing my leisurely movements before capturing her mouth with mine, devouring her lips.
We stay there, our bodies enjoying the feel of each other. Even in the water, I can feel how hot and ready she is. This is one area in which we’re in sync.
April tilts her hips, and the tip of my cock finds her entrance before I pull back. Rubbing it along her slit. She growls against my mouth.
“Tell me what you want,” I demand.
“You,” she says, lifting herself up once more, hoping to ensnare me.
I tut and pull back.
“Use your words,” I tell her.
“Ahhh,” she squeals in frustration. “Fine,” she moves her mouth to my ear, capturing my lobe in her teeth and biting down. “I want you buried deep inside my weeping pussy. It’s throbbing with need. It aches for your massive cock… does that answer your question?”
It’s my turn to moan and I snake my hands under her ass and lower her onto my throbbing dick, sinking into her depths. When I bottom out, we both freeze, trying to capture our breath.
I cup April’s jaw in my hand, making her look at me. “You drive me wild,” I say, my words making her grin until I tilt my hips as I know she likes, hitting the spot inside her that leaves her quivering.
“The feeling’s mutual,” she pants, as I repeat the action. Her fingernails dig into my shoulders.
I sink us down until only our heads are above water. The pool offers a whole new dimension. The water feels pleasant, as the sun has been warming it all week.
I pull away and stare into April’s eyes before thrusting into her. They flutter closed, her face caught up in the moment.
“Eyes on me,” I say, watching as they reopen, her pupils dilated as they clash with mine.
April bites her lip as I begin a steady rhythm, my hands supporting her thighs, feeling her dancer’s muscles contracting beneath them.
Her eyes remain locked on mine, her pupils darkening as her body begins its climb towards the abyss.
I tilt my hips further, knowing her clit is now rubbing against my pubic bone.
“Ahh, Cal…” April lets out a squeak, her body squeezing mine, and I know she’s close. I can feel the tension building in her muscles. I up the speed, wanting to watch her as she breaks over my cock.
“Shit, Cal… ”
I pound into her, clutching her closer. She meets me, move for move, until we are both flying over the precipice. Her muscles contract, and her eyes roll back into her head. I thrust twice more before letting my orgasm ride me. I feel my cum fill her up. I continue to move, not wanting this moment to end as we continue to watch each other. I know the look of satisfaction on her face matches my own.
I finally withdraw, the satisfied look on her face all I hoped it would be. She bites down on my shoulder. The aim was to remove all thoughts of the past and fill her with thoughts of a future. Our future. Thoughts that, until recently, I had thought an impossibility, but the more I get to know her, the more time I spend with her, I see a kindred spirit. April Wilson makes me a better person, she makes me want things I didn’t think were possible. Things I’ve done my best to avoid, but now I find myself drawn towards them. This woman has changed my life since she slammed into it, and I’m not sure what I will do about it.