Page 55 of Taking Control
Her fingers run up and down my back, my hands are fisted gently in her hair, and my cock is nudging at her entrance.
“Make love to me, Cal,” she whispers against my lips.
“I just need to grab a condom,” I say, totally breaking the mood for a second. I reach for my bedside draw and pull one out, quickly sheathing and slamming the draw shut.
“This is it, isn’t it?” she says, her bottom lip between her teeth. “This is going to make everything different.”
I nod at her, because I’ve already said that I can’t go back and turn all of this off. She’s flipped the switch, and I want to keep it on.
“I don’t want to lose you, Cal,” she says as I lay over her and place my forehead against hers.
“You’ll never lose me,” I say with every bit of determination that I can muster. “I know neither of us expected this to happen tonight, but we’re here, and I won’t ever let you go, Lucy. I will treat you like the queen that you are, because you deserve nothing less. I will love you, worship you, and let you live. I won’t ever control you because you have it all. You’ve got me, babe, you always have done.”
“I want us to be equal, in everything,” she says.
“And we will be. What I’m trying to say is, you’ve always had my heart, Lucy. I should have been honest with you years ago, but I was too scared of pushing you away or making you feel uncomfortable. It’s you and me, baby,” I whisper, hoping I’m saying the right words to convey how I feel.
“It’s always been us, we’ve just been too scared to do anything,” she says, and I hum in agreement.
“Not anymore. We bury all of that shit tonight, because this is our beginning.”
“Our beginning,” she says, tears shining in her eyes and a smile on her face.
I know this might be too soon, but fuck it, in for a penny, in for a pound. “I love you, Lucy Fields. I have done since the moment I laid eyes on you, and I’ve never stopped.”
Her breath catches and my dick nudges against her entrance.
“I love you too, Cal,” she whispers, and I push inside of her, slowly, until I am buried to the hilt. She moans, I groan, and then I move, in and out, slowly, gently, letting us feel every single emotion.
I kiss her as she rocks against me.
I grunt as she tightens around me.
I rub her clit, moving my thumb in small circles as she writhes beneath me.
I suck her nipples, she arches her back.
I move a little bit faster when I hear her breathing change.
“Oh God,” she says as she wraps her legs around me, her feet digging into my ass, urging me to go deeper.
I move my thumb faster, I kiss her harder, and I feel her walls around me clench before she moans into my mouth as she finds her release and I follow a few seconds later.
I work us down, moving slower, my thumb coming to a stop as Lucy trembles beneath me. Her legs spasm, her mouth parts, and she whispers exactly what I was thinking.
“Wow.”
Wow. That was incredible, best sex of my life and we’ve only just begun.
I place kisses on her cheeks, her nose and her mouth before climbing off of her, discarding the condom and crawling back over her. I move us, so we end up beneath the quilt, and I pull her against me, holding her close, never wanting to let her go.
She has her head on my chest, her fingers tracing my abs.
This moment, right here, is perfect.
It doesn’t matter what has gone on before, because right now it’s just us.
We were meant to be, I firmly believe that, it just took us a little while to get here.
