Page 32 of Never Yours

Maybe I was too harsh about all of it?

No, he got a dog for us…

My eyes become heavier, and sleep overtakes me. I’ve never been much of a dreamer, but tonight, I’m having vivid dreams of being tied up by Caleb as he worships every inch of me. As I’m about to come in my dream, I’m jolted awake by a hand splayed on my stomach, pulling my back flush against a hard chest.

“Shh, it’s just me. I’m sorry I woke you,” Caleb murmurs as he kisses my shoulder.

Still turned on by my dream, I’m torn between wanting him to touch me, and just enjoying being in his arms. We need to talk about things, but with him leaving, maybe it’s all left better unsaid. I’m grateful he decides for us, wrapping his strong arms around me and kissing every inch of bare skin he has access to, not pushing for more. I turn in his arms, and our legs intertwine. Comfortably wrapped up with him, I fall back asleep.

A few hours later, my breath is uneven, and my eyes flutter open. Heat pools in my belly and I have an overwhelming desperation to come. I grip the sheets beneath me as Caleb’s tongue expertly circles my clit. “Please,” the only word that passes my lips.

“One last taste,” he whispers, slipping two fingers inside me. I lift my hips to take them deeper and grind against his mouth, needing more. He drives deeper, curling inside me and sucking hard on my clit. It’s almost enough, I’m teetering on the edge.

“Right there, please. Don’t stop.”

Caleb chuckles against me, and the vibration is fucking delicious against my clit. After only a few minutes, my body is simultaneously shivering and on fire as my orgasm tears through me. He doesn’t let up, sucking harder as I nearly black out.

I loosen my grip on the sheets and my heart rate begin to steady. “Cay,” I breathe, barely a whisper.

He kisses up my body until his lips reach mine. I wrap my legs around him, pressing my bare pussy against his hard cock, soaking his boxer briefs. As his tongue sweeps across mine, he’s in no hurry, tasting me as if he’s trying to commit the moment to memory.

Trailing his kisses down to my neck, he draws my skin into his mouth and sucks hard, making me gasp. I tangle my hand in his hair and press him closer as he marks me—with him leaving, I want it to last weeks. His lips drag up to mine for a long, languid kiss that makes my toes curl. I whimper a sigh when we break apart, and he then rests his forehead on mine for a moment before sliding to the side of me. Gripping my hip, he turns me onto my side and wraps his strong arms around me, his hard chest pressed against my back.

It’s not enough, I’m desperate to get closer. Reaching behind me, I try to slip his boxer briefs down, but he swats my hand away. “I need you,” I beg, coming out as a strangled whisper.

He doesn’t reply, only kisses the mark he left. Sliding his hand lower, he pulls my thighs apart and slips his fingers inside me while he cups my breast with his free hand. Everything is simultaneously too much and not enough. My heart aches, knowing this may be the last time he’ll touch me in… Who knows how long?

With Caleb’s cock pressed against my ass, I can’t help my whine, wishing he was inside me. He doesn’t give in, continuing to massage his fingers, kissing my shoulder. It’s sweet and loving, but it only makes all of this hurt more.

I turn in his arms and press him onto the mattress to straddle him. He slides his hands up and down my thighs, a swirl of pain and pleasure dancing in his eyes. “What do you need?”

“You, Cay. I need you.”

He grips the front of my throat and pulls me to him as my lips crash into his. “Hands on the headboard, princess.” I do as he asks and he slides further between my legs until my pussy is hovering over his mouth. Without warning, he grips my ass and forces me to sit on his face. His tongue dives into me, curls once, then drags up to my clit, sucking hard. A loud groan rumbles beneath me.

He licks firm but lazy circles, teasing the hell out of me. I roll my hips seeking more, but he refuses. I need to come… but my need for him is more. And he fucking knows it.

I can’t explain it or rationalize it. Of course we moved fast. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted, what I was missing all these years. In this moment, I want to take it all back, let us fall hard and risk being heartbroken for years.

“Cay!” All at once, my second orgasm overtakes me. My head falls back, and I nearly lose my hold on the headboard.

My body buzzing, he slides out from under me. I know in my soul that this is the last man I’m ever going to sleep with. The thought doesn’t scare me, but I don’t want to risk making things harder by voicing it aloud. As I catch my breath, Caleb snakes his arm around my waist, and I fall back against him. “You’re going to give me one more, Ingrid.” His tone doesn’t have the same command it normally has. The angst in his voice breaks my heart in two; we both know this is the last time he’ll touch me for the foreseeable future.

Caleb pulls down his boxer briefs, then pushes his cock inside me with ease. I savor every thrust as he spends the next couple of hours buried inside me, worshiping every inch of me. He was always mine, but now… I’m his.

Deliciously sore and exhausted, he kisses my forehead, and though his voice is faint, I still hear him whisper, “I love you, Ingrid. I’ll always love you.” It’s the last thing I hear as I drift off to sleep.

The sun peeks through the curtains, making me shut my eyes tightly and pull a pillow over my head. “Cay, can you close the curtains?” When he doesn’t answer, I reach for him, met with cool sheets where he should be next to me. “No. No, no, no.” I abruptly sit up and look around the room. “Cay?” I call out, praying he’s in the kitchen making coffee. I check the time. 8:43. “Fuck!”

This has to be a dream… He’s not leaving, we just had a little argument, and he’ll walk in any minute now with coffee in hand and a pretty Dalmatian waltzing in behind him.

I scramble out of bed, my sore pussy my first clue that I didn’t dream it. Glancing down I find I’m bottomless but wearing my tee from yesterday, confirming it all happened.

I shut my eyes as his whispered words echo in my mind. “I love you, Ingrid.”

“I love you, too,” I say quietly into the empty room.

I check the bedside tables. Only my phone is plugged in.

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