Chapter 29 Kaia #2
He raises himself up, coming up to kiss my lips hard.
I can taste myself on his lips, earthy and salty and satisfying.
There is something dirty and so intimate about enjoying his kiss just after he ate me out…
and I can’t get enough of it. I moan into his mouth and hear a low sound coming from the back of his throat.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper against his lips. “You promised to pop my cherry tonight. I want you to be my first, Calum. The only man I’ve ever been with.”
His sapphire blue eyes snap open and he shudders. “Lay back, beauty.”
He pushes himself to his knees and reaches over to grab one of the condoms. He tears the package open with his teeth, discards the package, and rolls the condom along his cock.
I bite my lip and watch. “I’m on birth control…”
Calum squints at me, smirking. “You don’t have any way to know this, but that conversation is usually a whole different step. We can talk about that later, beauty. Right now, I just want you to enjoy yourself.”
He pushes me back on the bed, settling himself between takes his cock and presses the blunt tip against the inside of my thigh.
I pull him in with my legs, making him readjust a little until he settles the tip of his length against my wet pussy.
We both groan in unison as he pushes inside, stretching me out with each inch.
I grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh. His brow furrows in concentration as he works his length all the way in. My pussy clenches as I stretch and accommodate his massive size.
It hurts, honestly. Being so intimately stretched pinches painfully and having so the bulk of his weight on top of me is crushing me. He shifts his weight, taking it off me, looking down into my eyes.
“God damn,” he murmurs. “Your pussy feels hot and wet and tight all at the same time, Kaia.”
The reverent look on his face excites me. I provide something that he wants, which is new and exhilarating for me.
I move my hips, grinding my pussy against him. It rubs his cock against my inner walls in a new way, eliciting a ripple of pleasure.
“Fuck,” I say, wanting more. “Please, Calum.”
He looks up at me, a sheen of sweat beginning to break across his forehead. He moves then, slowly pumping his cock in and out of me. I start to feel ripples of pleasure, tentative at first, then more and more certain.
Calum takes my small breast in one broad hand, pinching the nipple. I start to move in time with him, rolling my hips. Little licks of flame start to unfurl themselves deep inside of me, stealing my breath away.
“God,” I moan. Tossing my head back, I meet his cautious thrusts. He’s being careful with me, but I don't want that. I toss my head back. “Fuck me like you own me. Fuck me like I’m yours and yours alone.”
He stiffens for just a moment, then grabs my hips and pulls me up a few inches. He forgets his hesitant rhythm and starts hammering himself in and out of my pussy. My eyes widen for a second. He starts sweating in earnest, his sweat mixing with my own every single place that my fingers touch.
Looking at his fierce expression, I’m unsure what I’ve unleashed in him, more beast than man. But at the same time, the ripples of my inner pond are growing in size, becoming chaotic.
It feels unbelievably good to move my hips in time with each thrust. I’m compelled to match his pace, to meet his hips, to wrap my legs around him and draw him in more.
I focus on that, letting my eyes drift closed, my fingers reaching for my own nipple.
Calum groans, slowing for a second. He raises himself up and starts thrusting again.
Then he pushes my hand aside, slipping his hand down between us.
He brushes my clit and my back bows. I feel like my hips are growing heavy and full, each of his thrusts bringing me closer to the edge of an abyss.
This is why people fuck. This sensation, this exact feeling I’m feeling right now. I understand completely now, where before I felt slightly out of the loop.
“Tell me what you’re feeling,” he mutters. “Talk dirty to me, beauty.”
I look at him, at his beautiful chest, every muscle gleaming and straining. I don’t know where the words come from, exactly, but as soon as he asks me, they burst forth.
“I love how your cock fills my pussy,” I say, working my hips. “I love the way your fingers feel on my clit, baby.”
He growls and redoubles his pace, hammering himself into me, his fingers working quickly circles over my clit. I suddenly feel electrified, moaning and clutching at his shoulders. He punctuates each thrust by stroking my clit.
“Come for me,” he whispers, his words a plea and a command at once.
I clench my eyes shut, stretching, reaching for some unknown goal. “Calum… I…”
I reach a sudden cliff, running up one side and launching myself off. That’s what coming feels like — falling down a deep, dark crevasse, seizing up, my whole body shaking and clamping down. Feeling a million tiny jolts of sensation overwhelming my entire system, all at once.
I open my eyes and keep my hips moving, trying desperately to breathe. He hammers his cock home at a blistering pace, his movements freezes as he approaches his own peak.
“God damn,” he whispers, pumping his hips madly. “Fuck, Kaia, you’re making me come…”
Then he roars, thrusting hard and raggedly a half dozen times. I feel him coming, feel his semen fill me in hot pulses. I can only turn my lips up to his once more.
In the moments that we lie here, struggling for each breath, I turn to him.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
Calum turns his head to regard me. “For what?”
My cheeks color. “For making my first time memorable.”
“Hm.” He looks up at the ceiling. “I just didn’t want you to regret it, beauty.”
I study him in profile; look at him now is like admiring a piece of art. I reach out with trembling fingers, touching his cheek, tracing his jawline.
“Did you regret it?”
He exhales and looks at me. There is pain in his eyes, honesty and torment.
“No. But what do I know? I’m fucked up. I’m broken.”
I raise my eyebrows. “What? You’re not broken.”
Calum turn his head and pins me with his ocean blue gaze. “Kaia, if you think that I’m fine, you haven’t been listening. I’m damaged so irreparably, gone past the point of return. Why else do you think I pay you?”
I start to answer his question, indignant. Why would he say such mean things about himself?
Then I pause. This needs an especially light touch.
I suck in a breath.
“I don’t know what you’ve been through, Calum.” Finding his hand, I twine my fingers with his, gripping hard. “But I will say that I collect broken things. Things that no one else wants to save, things that other people think are garbage. They have a home with me.”
He squeezes his eyes closed for a long moment. The sound of his deep breaths fills the space between us. Then he looks at me, his hand coming up to cup my jaw.
He doesn’t say anything. He just kisses me hard, his lips almost brutal as they find mine.
When he’s done, he pulls me close. And I cuddle against him, wondering sleepily what makes a man like Calum tick.