Page 39 of Callahan's Haven

She nodded, watching intently as he opened the condom wrapper and rolled it over his dick.

“For trusting me with this,” he said, climbing back on the bed. “For letting me be your first.”

He moved between her still-splayed thighs and settled on top of her, his cock prodding where it wanted to be the most.

“Oh.”

He couldn’t resist her parted lips, so he kissed them while making short thrusts into her tight heat, testing to make sure she was still soft and ready from a few minutes before. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and she met each of his thrusts with ones of her own, letting him go deeper each time.

She pulled her mouth away from his, panting out, “I’m not going to break.”

He stopped and held her gaze for a few heartbeats and then slid home, not looking away from her while he throbbed inside the haven of her body. She didn’t flinch, but he watched for any sign of distress or discomfort to be sure.

She squirmed beneath him. “You can move, you know,” she whispered with the shy smile he loved so much.

“I will.” He pushed deeper and rolled his hips. God, she felt good—right. “You said slow, remember?”

“I think we’re past that,” she said, lifting into him. “And right now, if you don’t finish making love to me, I might not survive.”

He took her mouth again and started with slow in and out movements, loving the way her tight, wet pussy fit him so well—like she was made just for him.

Hell, she had been and he loved it.

He loved her.

But he wasn’t sure if either one of them was ready to hear the words. So, instead of saying it aloud, he told her with his body—the touch of his hands smoothing over her hair, the slow exploration of her mouth like he was learning her taste for the first time, the way he took his time filling her over and over.

She was right thiswaslovemaking.

He groaned into her mouth when the telltale signs of his impending release swept over him. He wasn’t ready for this to end, but his body had other ideas.

“Haven, I need to come,” he murmured against her lips while his hips thrust harder and faster against her. “I want you to—”

She quieted him by taking his mouth and wrapping her legs around his hips, meeting him thrust for thrust.

It was too much.

He pressed her into the bed and rolled her hips up, letting himself go. He took her hard and fast, making her his while she panted out small grunts and words of pleasure. She grabbed his ass and held on tightly when he stilled, her blunt nails digging into his cheeks as jet after jet of cum filled the condom until he was empty and sated.

He stayed like that for long seconds, just breathing in their mingled scents.

“Cal?” One of her feet bounced against his butt, bringing him out of his post-orgasmic stupor. “I need to straighten my legs.”

“Hmm?” He opened his eyes and looked down at her bemused face and then behind him to where she still had her legs up over his ass. “Oh, sorry,” he said, pulling himself off her and lying at her side while she stretched herself out. “Are you okay?” He rubbed over her closest leg. Had he been too rough? He met her gaze. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“It was…” She let out a contented sigh then smiled. “Has anyone ever told you you’re a great lover?”

He grinned at her reference from the night before and took her lips in a quick kiss. “Not lately.”

She sighed again and snuggled into him. “Good.”

He wrapped her close and enjoyed the feel of her skin against his. He could definitely get used to this. She—

A slight snuffling snore sounded against his chest. He grinned. He’d worn her out. He could get used to that too.

What he couldn’t get used to was the full condom still attached to him. He eased away from her the best he could, left the bed, and let his gaze wander over the room. She had to have some tissues around here somewhere.

“Are you leaving?”

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