Page 47 of Until We Break

My eyes widened when his cock was revealed. There were no more questions or mysteries. He was the Adonis I remembered but now with more muscles and a confidence in his body. With a thick and long shaft that I wanted to kiss and lick, just as he had pleasured me.

I moved on my hands and knees to give it attention. To show him just how gorgeous I thought his body was. I tasted the tip, savoring his scent in my mouth. He groaned, wrapping his hands around the back of my head, encouraging me to take it.

Caleb began to move quicker, with more certainty. He quickly pulled away.

“Margot,” he whispered, lowering me back against the pillows. “It’s too much.” I nodded, understanding his words.

I looked in his eyes as his hips settled between my legs. He reached over to the bedside table. I wasn’t surprised when he pulled out a condom. Within seconds the packet was open, and his gorgeous shaft was sheathed inside it.

As he pushed inside me the world tilted in an inexplicable way. The fullness he gave almost took my breath away. Our palms slid together as we threaded our fingers. Caleb thrust again and exhaled with joy and pleasure.

Sex like this didn’t exist. I had come back to the unimaginable. Something I could never write about. Never put into words inone of my books. What if it was never like this again? I couldn’t believe I was thinking about writing at a time like this.

I melted into him, knowing I would never be the same. I didn’t think I wanted to be.

Caleb’s hips were like magic, moving and undulating with waves, pulses, rhythm. I was lost to him. My second orgasm crested only a few seconds before he came. I clung to him as he sputtered out breaths of my name, words I couldn’t interpret, driving himself deeper and harder until we both collapsed with exhaustion.

TWENTY-FIVE

Margot

We were tangled on top of Caleb’s bed. The quilt wound between us, dipping and twisting through our limbs.

Caleb drew a series of circles on the inside of my thigh.

“What is that?” I asked, watching his index finger repeat the pattern.

“A waterspout,” he answered.

“Interesting leg doodle,” I teased.

He inched the circles higher and higher until I let a whimper seep through my lips. He kissed my shoulder.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he teased his tongue against my skin.

I felt happiness warming me. Pure rays of sunlight. It pushed out the loneliness and the sadness that had been plaguing me for months. I nuzzled closer to him. Caleb wrapped his arms around me. We fell asleep as the wind howled through the Coast Guard station, whipping rain against the windows, but I’d never felt safer and more content.

The next morning, I had to get my bearings. Waking up in his room threw me off for a second. Going home with Caleb had felt like a dream or fantasy. My nose was pressed into the crook of Caleb’s neck. I could still pick up the scents of his aftershave. I traced the hard ridges of his bicep. It wasn’t a dream.

“Good morning.” His voice was husky and sexy.

“Good morning,” I whispered.

He rolled onto his back. My hand reached under the quilt, caressing his cock with certain strokes.

“Ahh,” he moaned as it grew harder and more like steel in my palm. My nipples perked. Caleb’s thumb began to rub them, gently at first and then with more friction until I straddled his frame.

.We shivered at the impact. His fingers curled into my waist. I stared into his eyes as my hips rocked back and forth. There was something ultra-erotic about having sex with a man who handed me control. He trusted me. He wanted what I had to give.

“You like this position?” I squeezed my thighs around him, still straddled and firmly planted on his body.

He nodded. “You’re a sex queen, Margot.”

I laughed, wanting nothing more than to sink onto him and take him inside. But this foreplay was fun. It was sweet and hot all wrapped up together.

I lowered my lips to his neck, nipping along the side, all the way to his ear. I could still hear the rain outside the window. The storm must have settled over Marshoak Island. Maybe it would be here all day.

I wondered if this was how we would spend the entire rainy summer day. It seemed we were capable of tasting, kissing, and fucking for hours on end. My heart began to beat faster. The butterflies flocked to the outer edges of my limbs. Our tongues flicked and danced together. I purred when Caleb’s fingers threaded through mine. I dragged his arms over his head as my hips moved with a new slower, deeper rhythm. My intentions were clear. My body only wanted this. Only wanted him.

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