She’s taking control, and I have no plan to stop her.
We go at her pace. I’m just the lucky bastard that gets to experience this with her.
Her hips gyrate against me, making me grow harder and harder by the second.
I don’t know how far she wants this to go, but I get a pretty good idea when she breaks her lips away from mine and sits up, her eyes flashing with emotion. Her lips are slightly swollen from our kisses, her cheeks are flushed, and I can see her nipples are peaked beneath her top.
“I want you, Cal,” she says breathlessly.
“You’re sure?” I have to be certain that this isn’t a fleeting moment where her emotions have gotten the better of her. I can’t go further and then go back. Once we cross that line, that’s it for me. I won’t be able to turn my feelings off ever again.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” she says, her eyes blazing.
“Lucy, once we do this, there’s no going back.” Fuck, please don’t ask me to go back.
“I don’t want to go back.”
“Me neither.”
“It may seem rushed, and you may think that this is just my emotions all over the place, but it’s not. I’ve always wanted you, Cal, I was just too scared to ever admit it. But I’m done being scared, to hell with what we should and shouldn’t do. I. Want. You.”
“Fuck,” I say before I lift myself up and smash my lips against hers, letting my fingers entwine with her long, luscious hair. She groans, and I move from her lips to her neck, trailing kisses, wanting to eradicate every part of the asshole that hurt her and replace his marks with my own. Except my marks won’t be visible, they will just be there in the form of my skin touching hers, masking the pain that she once endured, showing her how she should be loved, helping her see what a healthy relationship is, restoring her faith in having a happy ever after.
She holds the back of my head as I move down to her breasts, trailing along the top of her bra through her top.
“Cal,” she whispers as I remove her top, throwing it to one side, getting my first look at her naked skin.
Her hands move behind her, and she takes her bra off, letting it fall down her arms before throwing it to the side.
“Beautiful,” I say as I take in her naked form. Her perfect breasts are level with my eyes, her creamy skin making me itch to touch her, caress her, make her mine. Her slight blush makes her look even more gorgeous than she already does.
This woman. God, she takes my breath away.
Her hands move to my top and she latches her fingers on the bottom and slowly moves the material up until it’s over my head and discarded along with her clothes. She traces my abs with her fingers and runs them over my broad shoulders whilst letting out a shuddering breath.
“Come here,” I say, and she leans down, finding my lips again whilst my hands fondle her breasts.
I take my time, committing every part of this to my memory, every feel of her beneath my hands embedding itself in my mind. I feel goose-bumps erupt over her skin when my hands move down and undo her trousers. She lifts herself up slightly, allowing me to pull them down her legs. Clearly impatient, she jumps off of me and finishes removing her clothes, along with her knickers.
“Jesus,” I breath as she stands before me, bare and looking like a goddamn goddess.
“Your turn,” she says with a blush, and I waste no time in springing into action. If she wants me naked, then I’m not about to make her wait.
Once I’ve rid myself of my clothes, we stand and stare at each other for a moment. Years of wanting, waiting, and it’s all come to this.
Just us.
Laid bare.
Stripped down.
No barriers.
I move towards her, slowly, savouring every second.
She licks her lips, I smile, and then we’re touching, skin on skin, heat on heat, and we’re about to ignite a passion that has been simmering for what feels like forever.
I turn and walk her back to the bed until I’m lying her back down, settling between her legs and ready to take our relationship to the next level.
