34. Cale #3
“You better get there,” I tell her. “You didn’t want a condom?
Fine, then I’m filling you up with my cum.
” She shivers, goose bumps pimpling her skin, and I laugh wickedly.
“You like that, darlin’? You want my cum dripping out of you?
Mm, I like the idea of you walking around, sloppy pussy a mess because of me.
Only the two of us would know. Every time you feel it dripping out, you’ll think of me, knowing exactly what I did.
to. you.” Each word is accompanied by a brutal thrust that she’ll feel for days.
Melanie mumbles something unintelligible, but my attention is on the way she’s clenching around me so tightly that my vision whites out. It’s on the way her body is dripping with arousal, slicking up my fingers and her thighs as I rub furiously at her clit, knowing she’s right on the damn edge.
I thrust once, twice more, and then pleasure slams into me as I clench my jaw, stifling the loud groan that tries to escape.
My dick pulses, filling her up with rope after rope of cum, and then she’s crying out, her body going impossibly tight as she crests over the edge, her entire body shaking with the force of her release.
I collapse over top of Mel, pressing her body flat against the bed, my arm still trapped under us.
Her inner muscles are still fluttering around my dick, and I can feel our combined release leaking out from where I’m plugging her up.
My chest is bellowing with each breath, my heart pounding through my chest, hard enough that I wonder if she can feel it against her back.
“I love you.” I press a wet kiss to her sweaty shoulder.
“I know.” I glance up just in time to watch a dazed smile curve her mouth, her eyes firmly closed.
I huff, rolling to the side so that I can slap my hand against her hip. “Wrong answer.”
She giggles, her body shaking enough that my softening dick slips free.
I pull back, knowing I need to let her breathe, going to my knees behind her.
Before she can stop me, I reach down and grip her ass, spreading her cheeks open and using my thumbs to split the swollen lips of her pussy, watching with avid interest as my cum leaks out of her.
“Well, fuck,” I mutter, heat and possessiveness curling through me. “That’s a sight that will tempt me into never wearing a rubber again.”
“We’ll see,” she mutters, reaching back to bat my hands away so she can press her legs together, ignoring the disgruntled sound I make. “It’s messy without one, and I’m not changing the sheets every time we fuck.”
Guilt flashes through me. Not because of the mess. I couldn’t give a shit about that. But because this wasn’t something we talked about, and I never want her to feel like she can’t trust me or that I’m taking advantage.
Sensing my sudden tension, she rolls to her side, pulling one eye open to look at me, frowning at whatever she sees on my face. “What’s wrong?”
“I shouldn’t have—” I shake my head, running a hand through my hair as I stand up, uncaring of my nakedness. “I didn’t even think.”
“It’s fine, honey,” Melanie tells me sweetly, pushing up onto her elbows, both eyes open now. “I trust you, Cale. That isn’t just word play for me, you know.”
“I don’t even know if you want more kids,” I blurt, throwing her a wild look.
“We haven’t talked about it, and I just took you bare.
I’m not ever risking this”—I gesture between us—“because you are the most important thing to me, Melanie. I got caught in the moment, but we should have talked about it before I ever let my dick go near you.”
She blows out a breath, giving me a dry look as she gestures down at her body. “This is a serious conversation. Do you really want to have it out now? I mean, I get it. You’re getting on in age, and I know you can’t bounce back the way you could have a few years ago.”
My mouth drops open, reluctant amusement filling my chest. “You questioning my virility, darlin’? My cum is currently leaking out all over your bed.”
“Thanks for that reminder,” she grumbles, shifting her legs. “I can feel the wet spot.”
I run a hand through my hair, shaking my head.
“No,” I say honestly, answering her earlier question.
“I don’t want to talk about this right now.
It’s been months since I had you naked, and I don’t want to waste a single second.
But, more than that, I want us on the same page.
I’m not hiding from the hard conversations here, Mel. ”
“I’m not either,” she tells me, eyes gleaming with amusement. “I just figured it could wait until after your cum had dried. Or—another option—we could shower the cum off before it becomes a second skin, and then we’ll cuddle in bed and talk.”
“Hmm,” I say doubtfully, reaching out two hands for Melanie to grab so I can pull her off the bed. “I kind of like the idea of you walking around covered in my cum.”
“Of course you do.” She laughs, cupping my face.
“Just for the record…” She goes up on her tiptoes, her mouth brushing the shell of my ear, making me shiver as she whispers, “I like the way your cum feels as it drips out of me as much as you like looking at it.” My dick gives a valiant twitch as all the blood surges south.
She doesn’t give me a chance to answer before she turns away, sauntering to her attached bathroom, hips swaying.
Melanie reaches the door, looking back over her shoulder with a smirk when she catches me with my tongue practically hanging from my mouth.
“You coming? I need you to wash my back.”