“I’ve missed you, too.”It's a hoarse whisper as I push the words past the lump in my throat.
He's so close, and all I want is for him to kiss me.Before I finish the thought, his soft lips touch mine timidly, a gentle, sweet kiss.I pull back, lace my fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, and pull him to me, molding our bodies together.
He immediately opens for me, and our tongues meet as if they are souls reuniting.A passionate hello, and all I can think is that I'm finally home.Caleb is my home.
As our tongues collide like we have been starving for each other, my cock thickens quickly in my jeans, and I groan into his mouth.
I pull back, gasping and pant, “I need you...please” His groan vibrates into my mouth as he crashes back into me with new intensity.His tongue fucks into my mouth and it is the most delicious euphoria after so long without him.
I’m dizzy, my head spinning, my body on fire, and I can’t think straight.I reach down and stroke his thick erection through his slacks, and he pants into my mouth “Fuck” his breath hot and ragged on my lips.
I’m so high on him, so fucking addicted, that I feel like I’m floating, untethered.The only thing keeping me grounded is the heat of his body against mine.
He pulls back, his forehead pressing against mine, his eyes dark and hungry.“How do you want me, Angel?”He rasps, his voice rough like gravel.I whimper, my cock throbbing in my pants, and I beg, “Inside me, please.”His groan is low and guttural, and his eyes flutter shut like he's trying to hold himself together.But he doesn't.
He maneuvers me so that I'm bending over the pulpit, his hands firm on my hips, setting my skin on fire.My chest presses against the cool wood, and I shiver as he peppers kisses along the back of my neck.
He then kneels slowly behind me, his hands sliding down my legs as he pulls off my shoes, then my pants and boxers, leaving me naked from the waist down.My skin prickles with anticipation, and I’m shaking so hard I can barely stand.
His hands grip my ass cheeks, spreading them apart with a hum.Then his tongue swipes over my pucker, hot and wet.My knees immediately buckle, I grip the pulpit for dear life as my face slackens, my head dizzy from the pleasure that rushes down my spine.
“Ffffuck, Caleb,” I moan, my voice breaking.He doesn’t stop.He licks and sucks at my hole like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted, and I’m fucking melting.His hand slides between my legs, wrapping around my cock, and he starts stroking me in time with his tongue.I’m quivering all over, my orgasm already building at the base of my spine, “C-Caleb, I-I won’t last.”I whimper.
He stops stroking my cock, but his tongue continues to fuck my hole, and then I feel his finger nudging at my entrance.I’m so fucking keyed up that the burn barely registers as he pushes a finger inside me.
He crooks it, brushing against that spot that makes me see stars.“Oh God!”I whine, throwing my head back.He adds a second finger, and the stretch is intoxicating.I have needed this…him for so long, I’m teetering on the edge again.“C-Caleb, now I’m ready,” I whine, my voice trembling.
“Condom?”He rasps in my ear, his breath hot against my skin.
“I haven't been with anyone since you,” I tell him, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Me either.”He confirms, I really can't help the relief that washes over me.
“I trust you,” I whisper back.The weight of those words carrying so much meaning to both of us now.
He lines himself up at my entrance, the head of his cock pressing against my hole pushing in, past the first ring of muscle.The burn is intense, but I welcome it, I need it.The rush of pain makes me feel more alive than I have in a year.
“Oh, fuck baby.”I practically sob as he pushes deeper, inch by inch until he's fully seated inside me.I have never felt so fucking complete.Body, heart and soul.
“Fuck Angel, I’ve missed you so much,” he moans his lips brushing against my ear as he pulls me against his chest.A tear rolls down my cheek as I whimper.Overwhelmed by the feeling of him inside me when I thought it would never happen again.
He starts thrusting in me gently at first slowly picking up the pace while worshipping my neck and shoulders with small kisses.Every broken piece of me fuses back together with each thrust.Each swipe of his lips reminding me I’m not just dreaming.
His thrusts are hard and deep as he punctuates the slap of his hips against my ass.I’m coiled tight as a bow string; my body is an instrument onlyheknows how to play.
He brushes against my prostate, and I fucking lose it.“Holy fffffuuck!”I cry with a guttural moan, my head thrown back onto his shoulder as my cock erupts, ropes of cum splattering against the pulpit.
He groans, my ass tightening around his cock, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own release.“Fuck, Angel, you’re so incredible.I fucking love you so much,” he cries out, and I feel his warm cum filling me.I’m his again and this time it’s for fucking ever.
We collapse against the pulpit, panting and trembling as we come down from the intensity that is us.Caleb's forehead rests between my shoulders, and mine presses against the cool wood of the pulpit.
We stay like that for what feels like forever, our bodies connected, our hearts beating in sync.
When the silence is suddenly broken by slow clapping.
Fifty-Four
Caleb
