I felt like the most important thing in the world.
After everything I’d been through, I didn’t think I could trust someone the way I trusted him. I didn’t think I could find someone who made my heart race like this. He was everything I wanted in a partner, and I actually believed I was getting my chance for a normal life. I’d always hoped I’d meet a man as perfect as Calloway. And now that I actually had, it made my horrific past seem insignificant.
I knew how I felt. Actually, I’d known for a while. But when he touched me like that, held me like I was the most special thing in the world, I wondered if he felt the same way. He was different from how he was in the beginning. He didn’t open up to me about the man he truly was. But he’d opened up about his past, his nightmares, and his complicated relationship with his brother. Instead of feeling like a couple, I felt like a team.
My phone vibrated with a message, and I wasn’t surprised to see his name on the screen. I know I said 6. But I’m coming to get you now. Hope you’re ready.
As always, his message made me smile. I’m always ready for you.
After dinner, we relaxed on the couch in front of the TV. I was still in my dress, and my heels sat in a pile on the floor. I lay on his chest, feeling it rise and fall with his deep breathing. Even though I felt his hard-on underneath me, he didn’t make a move for sex.
His hand moved up and down my back, sliding into the steep curve above my ass before he moved back up again. Normally, he tried to get me naked right after dinner, but tonight, he didn’t seem interested. “Are you doing anything on Saturday?”
“No plans yet.”
“There’s somewhere I’d like to take you.”
“It sounds like a surprise.” I sat up and looked down into his face, my hair forming a curtain over his left cheek.
“Something like that.” He sat up, moving me with him effortlessly. He kept going until my back was against the couch. His cock was hard through his jeans, and he ground against my panties as he held himself over me. He kissed my neck as he grabbed my panties and pulled them down my long legs.
My body clenched in excitement, eager to have him deep inside me. It didn’t matter how many times we’d made love, I always wanted more. I never knew sex could be this fantastic. It was stupid for me to have waited so long.
Calloway moved his mouth to mine and kissed me slowly as his fingers slipped between my legs and played with me. He rubbed my clit with gentle pressure and then inserted his fingers inside me, feeling my sticky lubrication. “Always so wet…”
“For you.”
He growled against my mouth and continued to tease me, his fingers moving farther inside me until he had me panting underneath him. “Sweetheart, I want to try something different tonight, and I know you’re brave enough to do it.”
If he wanted to tie me up again, I had no complaints. Being taken over and over throughout the night was a fantasy come true. “And what would that be?”
He pulled his fingers out then shoved his cock inside me, my lubrication coating every inch of him as he slipped inside. He closed his eyes and moaned quietly as he entered, stretching out my tight pussy for the hundredth time. “Do you trust me, sweetheart?” He pressed his mouth against mine as he spoke, his lips brushing against mine as they moved.
There wasn’t a doubt in my mind. “Yes.”
His eyes darkened in satisfaction, and he thrust inside me, taking me gently, unlike the other night. He dug his hand into my hair as he kissed me, his chest pressed against mine. We breathed together, our legs tangled. Every thrust felt better than the last, and I found myself wanting to stay like this for the rest of time.
His hand trailed down my body until he moved between my legs. His fingers brushed against my thigh before he turned me to the side. He lay beside me on the couch, his back to the cushion. Our lovemaking didn’t stop with our movements, and Calloway had the skill to keep the fire going.
His hand grazed past the back of my leg until his fingers moved into the crack between my cheeks. The second I felt him, I knew what was going to happen, but I didn’t push his hand away. The last time his fingers were there, the sensation felt foreign and unwelcome. But as he continued to move inside me and kiss me, it felt natural. When I came, it was harder than I ever had before.