Page 117 of Honey Pot

“You know I have to. Texas is home, Cael.”

“Is it, though?” He asked me.

I had never experienced anything as visceral and painful as the way my heart shattered when he pointed to his chest. Two fingers over his heart, he tapped it.

“This is your home, Clementine,” he said. “I didn’t have a choice back then. I was seventeen, I didn’t…” I had never seen Cael trip over words.

“Cael…”

“You have a choice. Please don’t choose to leave me,” he begged, tears pooling in his glassy blue eyes. The silence dragged as he stared at me. “Will you at least kiss me before you leave?” he asked.

“If I do that, I’ll never go.” I sighed.

I watched the selfish thought cross his features as he contemplated breaking the rule.

“You’ll always have a home here,” he said quietly, pressing his hand to his chest.

Every swirling thought wanted me to give in to him but I still wasn’t sure I could.

“You make it impossible to think straight,” I said, not wanting to give him hope because we both knew I’d get on that plane. The conversation didn’t change that.

“We don’t have to think anymore tonight.” Cael collected himself, tears streaming down his face as he kissed my jaw. “We can just be Cael and Clementine one more time before you leave.”

Sex wouldn’t fix what was broken, but at least we’d have the memory.

“Please,” my voice broke as I begged him.

Cael’s hand slipped from under my shirt and pulled it over my shoulders, kissing the bare skin as he lifted himself over me and framed me in with his body on the bed. He leaned back, staring down at me as I carded my hands through his hair. The moonlight streamed through the window and bathed his toned, tanned body in a hazy white light that made him look ethereal. It danced across his lusty blue eyes, making them sparkle as a tiny smirk formed.

He came down on me, his lips carefully marking my skin, all while respecting my rule, even knowing that it might be the last chance he had to break it. Hishand cupped my breast, kneading it gently as his tongue licked a warm stripe down my throat that pulled a tiny whimper from my lip.

“You have to keep quiet,” he whispered.

I cocked my head at him. “Afraid to get caught, Loverboy?”

“Yes.” His lip trembled as his eyes flickered up to mine. “I don’t want to be interrupted. Just you and…” He kissed the underside of my chin. “Me,” he breathed against my hot skin and sent a shiver down my spine. “So, stay quiet for me?” He asked.

“Alright.” I pressed my hand against his cheek, and he leaned into it with his eyes closed, his chest expanding against my body as he felt it all.

“Good girl.” he kissed the inside of my wrist and went back to his primary focus as his hand slipped beneath the band of my shorts into the wetness that awaited him between my legs. “Does he make you wet like this?” Cael asked me.

I shook my head no, and a grin spread across his face.

“It’s just for you,” I said quietly, my hips bucking as his tongue slowly lapped between me. His hands squeezed around my thigh, fingertips digging deep to hold me still as he licked and sucked on my clit in a torturous pattern.

Cael worked until my vision went dizzy and then teased me further as his fingers pushed deep inside of my aching walls, throbbing around him as he curled them against me. I shoved my hand between my teeth to keep from moaning his name and pressed myself back into the pillow. I could feel the smile on his face as he kissed my inner thigh with his damp mouth.

“I’m not going to last.” I curled my toes into the mattress.

“I’ve dreamed this moment a thousand times over the last seven years,” he confessed, his nose brushing against my clit as he moved his fingers faster. “And if I’m never going to have it again, I want it all right now,” he demanded, sitting back to watch as he pumped his hand relentlessly into the wetness. He spread my legs on the bed, his pupils blown and hair messy from getting lost between my thighs. “You’re beautiful,” he praised from his perch.

My body screamed out when he added his thumb and began methodical circles against my aching clit until I couldn’t focus on anything but my senses begging for release.

“Let go for me, Plum,” he whispered and dropped to kiss my stomach as I spiraled down through my orgasm. It was soft and sweet as he relaxed his pace and walked me through the dizzying feelings that overtook my body. “That’s my girl.”

The sound of his praises flooded me with the need for more. I grabbed him by the waist of his pants, shucking the sweats over his hips and helping him as he kicked out of them. There was no hesitation as I fell back against the bed and fell open for him. He rested between me and thrust forward, sliding inside of me without pause. The feeling was instant euphoria. He packed me full and rolled his hips into me as slowly as he could manage as I kissed a pattern into his chest.

Cael’s sweat was salty on my tongue as I licked his throat and tangled my fingers into his hair as he rocked us at a steady pace. He took his time with it, savoring every thrust with a quick nip of my skin or pinch of his fingers on my thighs. I needed it all. It was reminiscent of falling through time with him, tangling our souls together as we tumbled back to the present.

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