Page 64 of Shameless With Him

She let out a squeal and wrapped her legs around my waist. I made my way to her bedroom, her hands rubbing over my face as she stared at me.

Hell, I needed her, and it pained me to admit because I didn’t want to need her just then.

So, I pushed those thoughts out of my head and went back to kissing her. We were in the bedroom then, stripping each other of our clothes.

“I need you inside me,” Zoey whispered, and my dick hardened even more. Impossible.

I pulled my shirt over my head, and she undid the belt on my pants, the sound of leather and the metal of the buckle making both of us groan. I lifted up her shirt and then undid her bra, her breasts falling heavily into my hands.

She let out a gasp as I pinched her nipple, and then I leaned down to suck the tip of it into my mouth. I wanted more. I wanted those little pink nipples to get all dark red and look like little cherries as I sucked and licked.

She moaned, pressing my head into her breasts, and I couldn’t help but smile against her.

“Needy,” I growled.

“Just like you,” she said, and she wasn’t wrong.

We undid my pants, and I stripped them off before I pulled her jeans down. And then we were naked, and I had my hands on her ass before I flipped her onto the bed.

“Ack!” she exclaimed, but I didn’t pay attention. Instead, I went down to my knees and slid my mouth between her thighs.

She had one hand in my hair, the other gripping the edge of the bed as I licked and sucked and ate.

I parted her folds, looked down at her wet, glistening pussy, and kept licking. I hummed against her clit, loving the way she tightened her legs around my shoulders, and then I licked again, this time using two fingers to penetrate her. The inner walls of her pussy clamped around my digits, and I curled them, looking for the sweet bundle of nerves that I knew could make her go off in an instant.

Her body shook, and so did mine, my dick so hard I was afraid I would come right then, but I pressed that bundle, circled, and then pressed again, my thumb on her clit. She came hard, her pussy drenching my hand as she shook, calling out my name.

I kept going, pleasuring her again until she was right on the edge, and then stopped, pulling my fingers out and making sure her eyes were on mine as I licked my wet fingers one by one. Her eyes went dark, and her legs fell open, showing me every inch of her.

Her hands roamed up her chest, and she cupped her breasts. I quickly made a dash for the condom, sliding it over my length as I kept my eyes on her.

“Caleb,” she whispered.

I nodded, unable to speak.

I positioned myself at her entrance and then pushed into her, one painstakingly slow inch at a time. She was so tight, and even after all the times we had been together since that first time, she was still tight. I had to close my eyes and try to think of England or baseball so I wouldn’t come immediately. I wasn’t even fully seated inside her yet.

Her hands clutched at my shoulders, so I leaned down to kiss her, and then I was deep inside her, both of us shaking as her inner walls clenched around my cock.

There were no words, there didn’t need to be. I slid in and out of her, slowly at first, and then faster, harder. Until both of us were moving as one, on the brink of ecstasy. And then I moved my hand between us and played with her clit again so she would come with me.

“With me, Zoey-girl,” I echoed my thoughts, and she nodded, clenching her inner walls.

My eyes crossed at that, and then I closed them, latching my lips to hers as she came hard, and I followed. I didn’t shout her name, didn’t do anything except kiss her. Because I was afraid. So afraid that, if I wasn’t careful, I was going to fall.

And I couldn’t, not when I was afraid that I didn’t have the time I needed. Not when the unknown stared at me just like I stared into the abyss.

I kept my mouth on hers, and I kept moving, taking every ounce of pleasure that I could. Because this could be my moment, my present, and if I were lucky, maybe even my future. I didn’t dwell on that, though, because I couldn’t.

As we fell asleep together, her in my arms, I tried to be okay. Attempted to think that I wasn’t doing anything wrong. She didn’t know that I was sick. Didn’t know that we were still waiting on more brain scans.

And I knew that if I wasn’t careful, I was going to break her heart. And possibly break mine, too.

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