33. Caleb
Chapter thirty-three
We don’t even bother drying ourselves as we crash through to the bedroom, hands on every inch of bare skin we can find, lips devouring the other.
I feel Lex shudder as we reach her bed, and I bend to pick her up, wrapping her legs around my hips.
Her pussy hovers above my dick, and I want nothing more than to sink into her bare.
Something I’ve never done. Something I’ve never wanted to do, and frankly, actively avoided.
But Lex is different. I want to feel her unrestricted, with nothing between us but the love in my heart.
The thought has my dick tightening even further, tingles threatening at the base of my spine.
This first round probably won’t last long.
I’ve been teetering on the edge since we walked into her bedroom.
But I’ll have all night to make up for it.
Not that one night could remotely satisfy my need for her, just make up for the two pumps I probably have stored in me because she’s turned me on to the point of insanity.
“Are you on birth control?” I ask.
“Yeah. I haven’t been with anyone since you.”
“Me neither. And I’ve never gone without a condom before.”
“You haven’t?”
“No.” I shake my head. I don’t particularly want to talk about this now, but if she’s asking, if we’re serious about each other, I’m not capable of denying anything she’d ask.
“Most women I meet are after my name or my money. I don’t particularly envision that being the highest ambition for the mother of my children. ”
“Not that,” she says. “You haven’t been with anyone else since me?”
I run a hand over her head, gripping the back of her neck. “No. There’s been no one but you. In my bed, in my thoughts. Not since the moment we met.”
The reality is, my romantic or physical relationships, at least, were so void of connection because I hadn’t met Lex yet.
There is something about her that settles me and excites me all at once.
She feels like the other half I didn’t even realise I was missing.
Suddenly, I don’t need her as furiously as I did before.
Now, I want to relish and hold every second she gives me.
I lean in and press my lips to hers. My heart beats erratically, sensing how different this kiss is to any other.
Without breaking the kiss, I guide her down to the bed.
My body hovers over hers, forearms braced on either side of her head as I brush wisps of red strands away from her face where they cling after our shower.
Her hands trace patterns over my back, and her legs tighten around my hips, forcing me to lean all my weight against her. She gently rolls against me, enticing me to follow her direction.
My cock slides through her pussy with ease, coating me in her arousal.
That first feel of her is my ultimate demise.
As I slide in deeper, my very existence is reincarnated, bound to the notion I'll only ever live for her.
I will never not be bare with this woman.
I will never settle for anything but Lex ever again.
Every ounce of gratitude I possess for having Lex in my arms goes into each kiss.
I run my fingertips over her jaw and neck.
Over her shoulders, and down her arms, lightly grazing her skin until I reach her wrists and pull them off my back.
Placing them up beside her head, I interlace my fingers with hers.
I can feel my hands tremble from the intimacy of being with Lex. This level of emotion is unlike any experience I’ve had with a woman. My heart feels exposed, and I need her hands in mine. To know she’s with me as we succumb to the point of no return. An inherent need to belong to the other.
My dick continues to glide up and down through her arousal, content to stay there as I attempt to have my fill of her lips. She’s soaked us both, so when I move up again, I slip just inside her perfect cunt.
I halt my movements so I can look into her eyes. Her fingers squeeze around mine and with ease I push unhurriedly into her pussy. I can see her fighting the need to shut her eyes, but she manages to keep them on me.
I pull out until only the head of my dick remains, then slowly push back inside, feeling every bare and slick inch of her as I do.
Every part of my body that can touch her in this position does. We’re a mirror image of each other, right down to the way we stare with devotion. Our hips roll with practised ease as I pump into her, and Lex meets me there, giving back everything I give to her.
Her lips part and her breaths stutter as I give everything I have to inject myself in her veins, running through her like a life force. She won’t walk, breathe or dream without knowing I’m right there, existing in the very same way for her.
Those shallow breaths turn to sighs and then sweet moans as I pick up my pace, holding my cock a little deeper for a little longer with every thrust. Before I realise what’s happening, need starts to overwhelm me.
I don’t know who’s louder, me or Lex, as our cries fill her bedroom.
She clenches around me, still keeping her eyes pinned on me when she screams my name.
Pinpricks dance over the back of my thighs, through my balls and along my spine as I drop my forehead to hers and surrender.
With her name on my lips, I empty into her pussy. I fasten my hips to hers, holding my dick in as far as it can go, and shoot every last drop inside her. Painting her, claiming her. Promising her a lifetime tethered to mine.