Page 69 of The Accidental Honeymoon

"Jay, please," she begs. "I can’t take it."

I move back up to her lips, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She bites my lower lip and I growl. The sound vibrates through both of us. "I want you so bad." Her eyes burn into mine. "Finish what you started. Make me come!"

I can’t resist her. I don’t want to. I position my cock at her entrance again, feeling the slick heat of her pussy inviting me in. I push in slowly, every inch a sweet agony, until I’m buried deep inside her. She wraps her legs around me, pulling me even closer. I can feel her heartbeat against my chest.

I pull her close and bunch the blanket under her hips, tilting them up to meet mine as I start to fuck her slowly, letting the anticipation build. I've been careful to leave enough room between our bodies for my hand to find her clit. I find it and circle the bud gently as I fuck her with a mix of tenderness and urgency.

She gasps and her eyes lock onto mine. "Don't hold back, baby. I want to feel all of you."

Her words are like gasoline on a fire, unleashing the full force of my desire. I thrust harder. Deeper. Each stroke is a declaration. She bites her lip and throws her head back, exposing her throat like a submissive lover. Her nails rake down my back in a mix of pain and pleasure that sends a shiver through me.

She pulls my hand away from her clit and places it on her breast. "I'm going to come on your cock. Don’t you dare stop. Fuck me like the savage I know you are."

I thought that coming from a cock was a myth, but she knows her body better than I do. The realization that I’menough, that my cock can bring her to the brink on its own, fills me with a primal pride.

Freed from any remaining concern, I let go completely, ramming into her pussy as hard as I want. She meets each thrust with equal force, her hips rising to collide with mine. Her moans grow louder. More urgent. I feel the tension in her body coiling tight like a spring.

“Oh god. Oh god. Jay….”

The pressure in me builds to an almost unbearable level. I’m so close, teetering on the edge, and I just hope that I can hang on long enough to make Calla come first. Every thrust is a battle against my own impending release.

“Fuck, Calla. Fuck!”

"Jay! Don’t stop. That’s the spot. Just like that."

Her encouragement is both a blessing and a curse. It spurs me on, but it also brings me dangerously close to the point of no return. I grit my teeth, focusing on her, on the way her body moves, on the sounds she makes. Each detail is a distraction, a way to pull myself back from the brink.

"Come for me, honey.Please."

Her eyes squeeze shut and her mouth opens in a silent scream. Her pussy flutters around me, the first signs of her orgasm. It’s almost too much to bear, and I have to summon every ounce of willpower not to explode right then. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I have to make this the best sex she’s ever had.

I only manage to fuck her for half a minute more before her pulsing, wet, hot pussy sends me over the edge with a force that feels like it's tearing me apart. My orgasm barrels down on me, an unstoppable wave of pleasure that crushes me.

“I fucking love you,” I grunt. I’m out of my mind, completely caught up in the moment. “Calla….”

My cock pulses, each throb releasing heavy jets of cum, painting her pussy walls with my seed. She grips me tightly, her body milking me for every last drop. Her nails dig into my back, leaving trails of burning pain that only heightens the pleasure coursing through me. Every muscle in my body tenses, then releases in a series of shuddering spasms.

She kisses me with intense tenderness as we ride the waves of our orgasms together. Our bodies are locked in a perfect union. Time seems to stretch and bend, each second an eternity of exquisite sensation. I can feel her heart pounding in her chest and it mirrors the frantic beat of my own. The heat of our exertion creates a steamy cocoon around us. The world outside fades into nothingness.

Slowly, the explosive rush begins to subside, leaving a warm, afterglow in its wake. I collapse onto her, pinning her down as we both struggle to catch our breath. Her skin is slick with sweat. Her hair is a tangled mess. She looks absolutely beautiful.

I brush a stray strand from her face and kiss her forehead. The tender gesture feels almost out of place after the ferocity of what we just experienced.

I roll onto my side and take Calla with me. We lie together, facing each other with our bodies entwined. “Did you…” Calla starts, then stops. “Did you tell me that you love me?”

Sucking in a breath, I scan her face. “Did I?”

She ducks her head, deflating. “Maybe not. I must’ve heard you wrong.”

My heart is suddenly beating so loudly that I’m sure she’ll hear it. All the moisture is gone from my mouth. And my stomach won’t stop doing flips.

I’m not sure if I said I loved her. I certainly didn’t mean to. But that doesn’t make it untrue.

I do love her. How could I not?

“You didn’t hear me wrong.”

Calla’s eyes snap to my face. “What?”

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