Page 69 of Hidden Truths

Cal pulls me back to him. We undress each other slowly, savoring each moment, each touch, every kiss.

We’re laying chest to chest on the bed, Cal on top of me, careful not to put his full weight on me. He’s kissing his way along my neck and down my body. My hands are in his hair, grabbing the silky strands, trying to get him where I want him.

He laughs against me, his hot breath hitting my clit. “Please, Cal. Stop teasing me,” I beg.

“I’m not teasing you, baby. I’m worshipping you. You’re just impatient.”

I cross my arms and blow my hair out of my face, refusing to acknowledge what he said. Mostly because it’s true. My hands fly back to Cal’s hair with the first swipe of his tongue against my sex.

“You’re so good at that,” I tell him, back arching off the bed as he goes in for more. Cal eats pussy like it’s his last meal. He sucks and nips my clit with precision before pressing two fingers inside me.

“I’ll never get over how wet you get for me, Firecracker.”

“Only you,” I pant. He seems to like that because he picks up speed. One of his hands reaches up and grabs mine, interlacing our fingers. I come with the next swipe of his talented tongue, squeezing the fingers in his hair and holding his hand to my chest.

Cal kisses his way back up my body until he’s settled between my legs, the head of his erection at my entrance.

“Tell me again,” he says against my lips before kissing me. I can taste myself on him. It’s hot.

“I love you,” I say, knowing exactly what he’s asking for. He smiles against my mouth and slowly presses into me. I don’t think there’s any way to get used to the size of him.

“I love you too,” he tells me, pushing into the hilt.

The way Cal moves this time is different. It’s a slow worship. The only time his eyes leave mine is when he’s kissing me. Neither of us is racing towards the finish line. We’re walking hand in hand toward an explosion.

Cal takes my hand and holds it against his heart as he pumps in and out of me. “It’s yours,” he says. “It beats for you.”

I nod. “Mine,” I agree. “Oh god, Cal.”

My orgasm is building slowly, but I’m right there, and I can tell it’ll break me when it hits.

“It’s okay, baby. Come for me,” Cal says against my ear. His words are what it takes to tip me over the edge. I scream, my vision blacks out, and I’m vaguely aware of the way I’m clawing at Cal’s ass as I lose all sense and pulse around him.

Cal’s grunts and moans pull me back to the surface. I open my eyes just in time to see his face as he comes. It’s one of my favorite things to witness in the entire world. It’s the only time Cal completely lets himself feel.

He collapses on top of me, rolling slightly so not all his weight is on me. We’re both panting and sweaty, but clinging to each other, refusing to let go.

“I’ve never come that hard in my life,” Cal says, then kisses my sweaty temple.

“Me either. Let’s do it again.”

“I’m going to make love to my future wife every day, twice a day until I’m dead,” Cal declares. I laugh and push at his chest. “What?”

“How are we going to find time to do that twice a day? You have a tour coming up, and I have a podcast to figure out and that’s on top of taking care of the most perfect little girl to ever exist.”

Cal is grinning at me like he just won a bet. I’m racking my brain trying to figure out if we actually did make a bet thatI forgot about. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask, coming up empty.

“You didn’t argue the future wife part,” he says, same giant grin on his face.

I roll my eyes, but I’m smiling too.

“I love you so much, Firecracker,” Cal says, nuzzling into my neck.

“I love you too.”

We stay snuggled together. I don’t know how much time passed. The sun was slowly sinking before we moved and that was only because Jason texted that he was on his way back with Cora.

If I had known this was the last peaceful moment Cal and I would have together, I would have held on tighter.

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