Chapter 17
SEVENTEEN
Calla’s eyes widened at my words. I might have gotten on my knees for her, but I wanted to claim all of her now. Not that I minded licking her perfect pussy. I’d gladly worship her all hours of the day if she’d allow it, but if I didn’t fuck her soon, my dick was going to combust.
As I crawled over her, I paused, searching her gaze for any sign of hesitation. There was none—only raw need peering out from her honey eyes. My thumb brushed her lower lip, smudging the remaining lipstick. God, I wanted to see that smeared along my cock. Too bad it would have to wait. I’d never last if she took me in her mouth right now, but there would be other nights. I’d make sure of it.
Without any instruction, Calla’s hand lifted, cupping my cock through the fabric of my dress pants. As she slowly stroked me, I leaned back onto my haunches, staring at the gorgeous girl at my mercy.
“Take me out, baby.” I lifted her other hand to my belt.
Calla nodded with a gleeful smile, rushing to remove my clothing. As she worked on my pants, I shucked my jacket and dress shirt off, grabbing a condom from my wallet before tossing them onto an armchair in the corner of the room.
“Holy crap,” Calla whispered, leaning back a little further on the bed. Her hand tentatively gripped my dick as her mouth widened in surprise.
“Good enough for you?”
“Too much.” Calla shook her head as her hand worked the length of my cock. “There’s no way… It can’t. It won’t –”
“Hey.” I reached down to stroke her cheek. Her eyes found mine, still holding onto that apprehension. That wouldn’t do. “You want to stop, we stop. No questions asked.”
She swallowed, glancing down once more before shaking her head. “I don’t want to stop. I want to feel you.” Calla chewed on her lower lip. “What if it doesn’t fit?”
I placed my hand on top of hers, stroking me together. “We’ll make it work, baby. There’s no way you and I won’t fit perfectly together.”
She nodded, sliding further back on the bed so I could join her. Any thought of punishment or testing her limits left my mind. Tonight would be all about us, about this overwhelming connection between us. I meant what I said: we’d fit together perfectly. I refused to accept any other option.
I nestled in the cradle of Calla’s thighs, hating the nervousness now radiating from her. I smiled down at her, kissing her lips one more time. “We’ll take it slow.”
She nodded her head, lifting her hips to allow me easier access. I ripped open the foil packet and sheathed myself, unsure how much longer I could hold out. Calla was temptation in human form, and I’d never wanted someone more.
As I slowly pushed inside her for the first time, my head fell back in bliss. Her tight walls constricted around me, not allowing me much further. Calla shuddered, so I ducked my head to her chest, taking one of her tight nipples into my mouth. As I sucked and lavished both of them, Calla started to relax, her body accepting more of me. The moment I finally bottomed out inside her, Calla’s mouth formed a wide circle, her eyes darting between my eyes and the place our bodies joined together.
I kissed her lightly, smirking down at her. “Look at how well we fit together, beautiful.”
“You were right,” Calla chuckled, her laughter causing her to tighten even more around my cock. Fuck, this would not last nearly as long as I wanted. It felt too good, felt too right with her. She reached up, tugging my face close to hers. “Theo, move. I need you to move.”
Without waiting another second, I followed her command, slowly thrusting in and out of her. Calla’s eyes never left mine, her face showing all her emotions. As her walls started to constrict around me, she cried out. “Oh, shit, Theo. I’m so close.”
“Me too, baby,” I promised, gripping her hips with my hands. Her nails dug into my back as she cried out, her release triggering my own without much warning. We came together, our hands linked together, holding on as we both crashed over the edge.
When the pleasure faded and my vision returned to normal, I placed my hand on Calla’s cheek, relieved to find her smiling at me. I kissed her lips before I pulled out. “Please tell me I didn’t hurt you.”
“Not at all,” she sighed. “I’m a little sore, but in the best way.” She stretched out underneath me. “So tell me, old man: how much time do you need before we go again?”
I smiled broadly back at her, feeling more content than I had in years. “Don’t worry, beautiful. I plan on making good use of that smart mouth before the night is through.”
Even without an alarm set, my eyes opened at four in the morning. It took me a moment to get my bearings, unsure why I was in a room surrounded by color and clutter rather than my own bedroom. But when I turned, finding a sweet, slumbering redhead tucked into my arm, all felt right in the world again.
Typically, when a hookup was over, I was out the door as quickly as possible, but the thought never crossed my mind last night. When Calla asked if I wanted to stay over, I nodded, unwilling to waste a single moment of the night. But as much as I wanted to keep fucking her until the sun rose, my body had other plans. After several rounds, we’d passed out, our naked bodies wrapped together.
Calla nestled closer to my chest and let out a small, satisfied sigh. It brought a smile to my face. There was a part of me worried that last night was a dream, that I was going to wake up in my bed alone, still yearning for the woman I wanted most in the world.
But here she was, sleeping soundly in my arms, a fact I vowed never to take for granted. With a soft kiss on her forehead, I started to climb out of bed to start my day. However, before I could get too far, Calla’s grip tightened around me, anchoring me close to her. I pressed my lips to her shoulder. “You should still be sleeping.”
“So should you,” Calla mumbled. She opened one eye and smirked up at me. “You didn’t get enough of a workout last night?”
“It was one of the best of my life,” I mumbled, shifting to hold her tighter in my arms. “But I need to get going. I have a session scheduled with my trainer. He’s already going to be pissed that I’m moving slower than normal.” She chuckled as I kissed her neck. “And I should get out of here before your sister wakes up.”
Calla smiled, lifting onto her elbows to kiss me once more. It was slow and lazy, the kind of kiss that promised more in the future. I’d never been a man to need a send-off. Hell, when I was married, days would go by without checking in with my ex-wife. But now, I knew I never wanted to start another day without Calla’s lips on mine.
She looked down at me, and then her face shifted, apprehension now layering her features. “So at the office…”
I exhaled, shifting to sit up but bringing her with me. “We need to act like nothing has changed.” Calla nodded, her eyes falling to her fingers. She started toying with the edge of her comforter, the nervous tick meaning she was holding something inside. I held her a little tighter. “Talk to me, baby. What’s going through your head?”
“This… We aren’t over, right?” She sucked in a sharp breath. “Not that we are anything , but whatever is happening between us, please tell me it wasn’t a one-time thing.”
I shifted, capturing her underneath my frame. Her lips fell open, staring up at me with those wide eyes I adored so much. “Absolutely not,” I said, my tone firm, leaving no room for argument. “Did you really think one night with you would be enough? I’m already plotting all the ways I want to take you tonight.”
“Tonight?”
“Come to my place after work.” I sweetened the offer with a kiss. “I’ll cook for you, and we can talk about what comes next.”
Her brow furrowed. “You can cook?”
“I can try.” I smiled, unsure where this odd sense of confidence came from. It had been years since I had spent any real time in the kitchen, but something about this girl made me want to spoil her, made me want to see that sparkle in her eyes.
“Tell me you’ll be there.”
“Nothing could keep me away.”