Page 53 of Taking Control
Just like I have.
It seems we’ve both been idiots, hiding away what we feel.
This is it, Lucy. The moment you’ve been waiting for. You can either hide away or come clean.
Hide away or come clean.
I’m sick of hiding.
And with that thought in mind, I place my lips on Cal’s.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Everything
Cal
Her lips are on mine.
Her soft lips are moving against mine, and fuck if it isn’t the best thing I’ve ever felt.
I revert straight back to that kid in high school that finally got their moment with their girl crush. Except, this is no crush, this is years of love finally being acknowledged.
The first moment I saw her, I knew that I wanted her.
The first moment she spoke, I knew that her voice was my favourite sound.
The first moment she touched me, I knew that I would never forget it.
Twelve years old, just going into secondary school, and I knew that she would always have my heart and she would never be replaced. Sure, I fucked around, dated some girls, but it was all because I thought I couldn’t have her. Lucy. My Lucy. Fast-forward seventeen years, and we’re here, finally, and it is everything.
I feel her body move closer to mine, her legs widening a little more to part around me. Her hands move from my face to my shoulders before finding themselves entwined in the back of my hair, the slight tug she gives shoots signals directly to my dick.
I allow my hands to move round the back of her, and I pull her against me, so there is no space left between us.
Me and her.
Together.
Alone.
Best feeling ever.
I feel her tongue brush against mine, and I welcome it.
I could literally die in this moment and be happy.
She lets out a moan into my mouth, and it’s like a switch goes off inside of me. I deepen the kiss and her legs link behind me.
Everything I’ve ever wanted is currently wrapped around me, and I don’t plan on wasting a second of it.
I stand up, keeping us locked together as I move for the stairs and head to my bedroom. I’m not planning on taking this further, I just don’t want Sullivan to walk in and ruin the fucking moment. We’ve had enough moments ruined, and this will not be one of them.
I enter my bedroom and kick the door closed before moving to the bed and lying her down gently, making sure my weight doesn’t crush her, but she clearly has other ideas as she pulls me against her and tightens her hold. Things go from soft and gentle to a little more wild. Her fingers tug my hair harder, her lips push against mine with more force, and her legs squeeze around me as if she is frightened to unlock them and let me go.
I take it all from her, everything she has got to give, I want. Everything she needs me to be, I am.
I can feel her moving beneath me, as if she is trying to reposition herself, so I ease off, move my lips away from hers, only for her place her hands at the back of my head and put my lips back on hers. She then, somehow, pushes me to my side before moving me onto my back so she can straddle me.
