Page 74 of Diving In

With one hand locked above my head and the other free to explore, Cal began doing what he does best: having his wicked way with me.And holy fuck… I’d thought I’d had good sex before him, but I was clearly wrong. This man could do more to me with his mouth than most men I’d been with could do with their whole body.

I released my hand from his grip and ran it down my body. “Cal, I’m going to lose my mind.”

He bit his lip and asked, “What do you want, Georgia?”

Turning the tables on him, I said, “I want to make your fucking head spin.”

His eyes flashed dark, a look of surprise decorating his gorgeous face.

Aching to feel him in my mouth, I guided him from above me, pushing him to sit back on the couch as I dropped in front of him.

His body tensed as his eyes pierced mine and his hands gripped the couch cushion.

He still had his black Calvin Klein briefs on, but I was quick to tug those off, eager to get another look at what was nowmine.

He was already hard when I grasped onto him, first with my hand and then with my mouth. A groan instantly left the back of his throat as he grabbed my hair from above.

“You said no hair pulling.” I smirked, peering up at him.

The sight of him in this state was something I wanted to remember forever. His body tensed, his head thrown back against the blue velvet couch, and his body aching just for me. I loved that I could do this to him.

“Georgia James, don’t you fucking stop.”

I obliged and took him back into my mouth—all of him. I’d wanted him to finish, but he had other plans.

Although he was clearly reveling in the pleasure I was providing, he paused. “Wait, I asked whatyouwanted,” he said, pulling me off my knees and on to his lap so our faces were nearly touching.

I’d never been asked that before, but my answer was already on the tip of my tongue.

“I want you to take me right here on this blue velvet couch. I want to feel every single inch of you inside me, and I want to know that you’re mine and no one else’s. I want you to take me to the brink of pleasure and back, over and over again. I want you to know that I’m yours, from now until forever,” I breathed out.

“You had me attake me,” he said on an exhale. With me still on his lap, he leaned over to grab a condom from the pocket of his jeans.

He effortlessly rolled the condom down his length, never breaking our gaze. Before I knew what he was doing, he’d scooped me up and laid me back down on the couch, him barely hovering above me.

He pinned both my arms above my head again and the feeling of his grip on my wrist was so fucking hot.

Slowly, he lowered himself to my entrance, teasing me with his tip before plunging inside. Our bodies were instantly in sync, moving in perfect rhythm as his hips thrusted back and forth inside me.

One of his hands braced mine against the arm of the couch, while the other one of them explored the rest of my body.

This man could fuck. That much I was sure of.

Somehow, he’d stayed in rhythm while simultaneously pleasuring other areas of my body.

My body quivered as he hit all the right spots in every aspect of the word. “You’re mine, Georgia James, from now until forever,” he whispered, breathless.

The deeper he went, the closer I came to the edge. I could tell he was close too by the way his hand gripped the couch cushion I was laying on top of, holding on to what little control he had left.

“I’m going to…” he panted.

“Me too,” I breathed out, clenching my legs tighter around him.

And then I let him have me. Every damn piece of me. I was his and he was mine, and it was a love that neither of us had prepared for. We combusted simultaneously and I swore I saw stars with every second that passed.

Being with Cal felt like finally reaching the surface after swimming from the depths with only seconds left before your lungs gave out—exhilarating and completely fucking breathtaking.

As we laid in a heap on the living room couch, like two perfectly matching pieces of a puzzle, I couldn’t help but smile as our fingers danced together. Cal’s other hand was exploring, starting at my lips and making its way down my arm before pausing just short of my wrist. He started playing with the beaded bracelet, the metal catching a glimpse of sunlight from the window and beaming onto the wall like a sign.

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