Page 64 of Exit Strategy

“Make love to me,” I whispered, beseechingly, and he smiled and very lightly, very gently, and oh so sweetly, he kissed the tip of my nose.

“I’ll do nothing else,” he vowed, and I bit my bottom lip, smiling.

We kissed, and with a few slow and lazy thrusts of his hips, he sank into me.

I loved the sounds he made, loved how he grunted and called out wordlessly and how pleasure filled that inarticulate noise sounded. I loved how he covered my body with his much larger one and pressed me into the mattress. I loved how he kissed me, how he smoothed my hair back from my face, how he thrust slowly and deliberately and how he hummed into my mouth with blissful satisfaction. Most of all, I loved how I pleased him in this way and how he made me feel like I was the only woman ever to make him feel this way.

I didn’t know if that was true, I couldn’t know for sure, but something in me appreciated it, nonetheless.

I wrapped my arms around him, raised my knees to give him better access and fell into the slow, deliberate, careful rhythm of his thrusting, that slight roll he gave to his hips, hitting just the right place inside me, building me up, keeping me on that exquisite edge for as long as he wanted to hold me there.

I sometimes wished he could hold me there forever.

I guess, in the end, the thing I loved the most about Kurt was that he made it so very easy to love him.

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Kurt…

Making love to Callie was a different experience than I was normally used to, and the more I was with her, the more I realized that it wasn’t supposed to be the way I was familiar with. As I looked into her eyes and saw her bite her lip as we pressed into each other, this was the way it should be. Almost all the times before had seemed empty and shallow compared to this – just base coupling, using another person as a masturbation aid.

I wasn’t there for me.

I was there for her, to make her happy and bring her the pleasure that life had too long denied her. I could only imagine how rough and cruel Arik had been, considering what he had done with his groupies, and how she had looked after their weekday visits. If everything she had said was true, Arik took her virginity, and there was no love or consideration there. He was an action star and stuntman in every other aspect of his life, why would this be any different?

I was sure he had never been gentle or loving with her.

Never went down on her.

Certainly, never looked into her bottomless eyes, into her soul, as they made love.

The captain’s house was the safest I had ever felt. There was no sense of dread or urgency hanging over us, and there was nothing but time between Callie and me. I drew it out as long as I could. If I felt myself getting too close to finishing, I would pull out of her and just let myselfcool offand occupied her with soft tender kisses. This felt strange at first, being so gentle.

I knew in some ways that I wasn’t too different from Arik. I knew I was rough around the edges, and that was probably what drew that group of women I attracted to me. They wanted rough around the edges. They wanted someone who was masculine and strong, and knew things about discipline and authority. They wanted their asses to be hit, and to be taken roughly. I took them roughly, used them, and left them a wet mess, stepping out for a smoke before getting in my car and leaving.

Fuck, with one of those women, I never even took my sunglasses off. Had she been staring at her own reflection as I fucked her like I was tired of her shit and the moment I blew my load on her chin and neck, she was out the door?

I couldn’t imagine those things with Callie.

There was no way I could treat her like that.

The thoughts of what I had done with those other women made my balls start to feel tight, and that meant easing out of her heavenly warmth before I lost my control.

In the large bed, I showed her positions that I was familiar with, and wrongly assumed that she would have been familiar with. Between transitions, I would kiss her again, cup her breasts and suck at her perfect nipples, and go down on her. She came, sometimes small, sometimes large, sometimes several times in quick succession.

I came once, my face buried between her thighs. I felt it coming, and despite how tightly I gripped myself, it still came out.

That was okay, it wasn’t a lot, and I didn’t lose my hard-on.

It almost gave me a second wind, once I felt confident that the moment I slid into her again, I wouldn’t immediately shudder and blow everything I had inside her.

That was going to happen, just not yet.

I wanted this to last.

The moment was too perfect, and we were both so in the right mood.

Through missionary, then reverse missionary, to cowgirl, to reverse cowgirl, I learned that Callie knew two positions. On her knees with a man’s hands on her head, or on her hands and knees with his two hands on her hips, with a jackhammer pace. It felt a little odd omitting doggy style from the moment. Almost every woman I had been with enjoyed that position, but they didn’t have the same negative experiences with it she did.

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