Page 89 of My Best Years

The whole world seems to stop except for the two of us. We’re moving a mile a minute.

He’s rapidly pumping his fingers into my seeping core, and I’m stroking his cock like my life depends on it. We’re both panting and groaning, clenching our teeth as we try to make this last as long as possible. But we both know that we’re already there, seconds away from getting dragged into the eye of the storm.

“That’s so good, Birdie,” he praises, his eyes fixated on my hand wrapped around his cock. “So fucking good, baby.”

A small sob cracks from my throat as he continuously rubs that soft spot deep inside me.

If he calls me “baby” one more time, I’m going to combust. There’s just something about that term of endearment that fucking does it for me.

“Cal!”I gasp when he adds in a third finger, stretching me full.

My legs open wider, giving me a better view of his digitssinking in and out of my core. Unable to contain my emotions, a tear rolls down my cheek when he brings his thumb to my clit and rubs the sensitive bud in little circles while fingering me at the same time.

“That’s it, baby,” he grits out. “You can take it. You’re so fucking wet for me, Birdie.”

And that’ll do it.

“Cal!”I scream as my pussy spasms, clamping around his fingers.

My orgasm takes control as a jolt of pleasure courses through me. My body tenses up as my limbs tremble and quake. Unintelligible words fall from my lips as I shamelessly erupt against the marble, feeling my arousal drip down to my ass.

“Birdie,” Callum says through strained pants. “God, this feels so fucking good. So right.”

I don’t realize I’m still stroking Callum’s cock until I feel hot streams of cum coat my fingers. When I look down, I see Callum’s length twitching in my hand, covering my fingers in his warm, milky release. He’s thrusting up into my hand while pumping his fingers into me, both us holding on for dear life as we ride out the euphoric wave.

“You’re so beautiful, Birdie,” Callum proclaims as he fucks me with his fingers through my release. “Look at you, spread out on my kitchen counter and dripping all over my fingers. So goddamn pretty and…mine.”

Mine.

The way he says that single word is possessive and territorial, his tone dripping with pure sex.

In a perfect world, I would reply,“Yours.”

But this world—our world specifically—is fucked up, and I can’t promise him that yet. So I try to tell him that I’m his in the only way I know.

“Kiss me,” I rasp, attempting to catch my breath before he takes it away again. “Kiss me, Cal.”

He brings his free hand up to cup my cheek before he lowers his lips to mine. His tongue slides into my mouth, tangling with mine as he slips his fingers from my spent core. As he kisses me slowly, he massages my drained pussy, rubbing his hand in soothing circles against my slit. He hisses against my lips when I lower my hand to his sensitive balls and gently rub, caring for him like he’s doing for me.

We kiss at a leisurely pace, unhurried, as we caress the most intimate parts of our bodies. It’s incredibly romantic and sexy. My lips melt against his as his tongue dances with mine. He kisses me for what feels like hours, taking his time reacquainting with every corner of my mouth. He could kiss me until the sun replaced the moon, and I’d still want more.

When we finally break for air, Callum tugs my underwear back in place and kisses the bridge of my nose.

“Birdie…” He brings his forehead to mine and cradles my face between his palms.

“Yeah?” I breathe.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he croaks. “I know I sound like a broken record, butGod, I fucking missed you. I finally feel like I can breathe again. Nothing compares to this…to you. I’m so sorry,” he shakes his head as his voice cracks. “I’m so fucking sorry for how I left you. I’m sorry, Birdie. There’s no excuse.”

My heart splits in two when I hear the undeniable pain etched into every word. Leaving me wrecked him just as much as it ruined me. And that breaks my heart for both of us. My chest aches for all of the stolen years that have passed between us.

“I know,” I whisper, threading my fingers through his curls. “I missed you too, Cal.”

There’s so much more that I could say. I could reiteratehow badly he hurt me or tell him about all the nights I cursed him to the pits of hell for abandoning me like he did.

But at the end of the day, I’m still in love with Callum Pierce.

I was in love with him before I knew what love was.

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