Page 71 of Until the Storm Breaks
He pulls out slowly, dragging against every nerve inside me, and the sensation is so intense I see stars. Then he thrusts back in, hard enough to punch a gasp out of me, and the sound that rips from his throat is raw and needy, almost a growl.
“So fucking good,” he grits out, starting to move in earnest now. “Never felt anything this good.”
Each movement is deep and claiming, hitting places inside me I didn’t know existed. The bed creaks with every thrust, the air thick with the sound of our bodies meeting, and I can’t hold back the moans spilling from me. Every stroke feels like he’s claiming me, marking me from the inside out.
He captures my jaw in his hand, tilting my face so he can look right into my eyes while he drives into me again. “Look at you, Maren. You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
No one has ever spoken to me like this. The words make me flush hotter, embarrassment sparking at the bluntness, but the rush of heat low in my belly only proves how much I love it. I grip his shoulders, holding on like he’s the only thing keeping me from falling apart, arching into him, chasing every thrust, every brush of him against that perfect spot inside me.
“Oh god,” I cry out, my back arching off the bed. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
“Never,” he growls. “Going to fuck you just like this until you come all over my cock.”
I clutch at him, nails digging into his back hard enough to leave marks, my voice breaking on his name. “Calvin... oh god, yes—I’m close, I’m so close?—”
He groans against my neck, breath ragged. “That’s it. Come for me. Let me feel you.”
The command in his voice and the way his cock drives into me, hitting that perfect spot while his fingers work my clit, shatters my control completely. My orgasm hits hard, harder than the first one, tearing through me in waves so fierce I can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t do anything but feel. I cry out, probably scream his name, my body clenching around him like a vise, dragging him deeper with every pulse. My thighs lock tight around his hips, holding him there as pleasure rips me apart at the seams.
“Fuck, Maren.” His curse is strangled, his thrusts getting harder, more desperate as my climax grips him.
I whimper, lost in the rush, and that’s all it takes. He slams deep, buries himself to the hilt, and comes with a broken groan of my name, spilling hot inside me. His body shudders over mine, every muscle straining as he lets go, and I can feel every pulse, every hot jet of his release filling me.
The heat of him floods me, the feeling of him coming inside me with nothing between us sending aftershocks through my own release until I’m gasping against his mouth. He kisses me through it, rough and desperate, swallowing every sound I make, and I’ve never felt so possessed, so claimed.
When he finally stills, we’re both shaking. His lips brush my temple, my cheek, my jaw, like he can’t stop touching me.
His voice is low. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
I smile weakly, dizzy and aching in the best way, my wholebody still pulsing with aftershocks. “Good thing we have all night.”
“Not nearly long enough,” he murmurs, kissing me soft and sweet, such a contrast to what we just did. I can feel him still pulsing inside me, feel the warmth of what he just gave me spreading between my thighs, and the intimacy of it makes my chest tight with something that feels dangerously close to love.
“That was...” I breathe, unable to finish.
“Yeah.” His voice is rough. “Intense.”
“Understatement.”
He shifts slightly and we both gasp at the sensation. He’s still semi-hard inside me, and when he finally pulls out slowly, I can’t help the whimper that escapes. The loss of him leaves me feeling empty, incomplete. I can feel our combined wetness immediately start to leak out, warm and slick between my thighs, evidence of what we just did. It makes me want more.
Calvin rolls to his side and immediately pulls me against him, my back to his chest, his arm tight around my waist like he’s afraid I’ll disappear. His lips find my shoulder, pressing soft kisses there while we both come back to earth. I can feel his heart hammering against me, matching the frantic pace of mine.
The rain has picked up, drumming harder against the roof. His hand splays across my stomach, fingers tracing lazy patterns that make goosebumps rise on my skin.
“You okay?” he murmurs against my neck, his breath hot on my still-sensitive skin.
“More than okay.” I turn in his arms to face him, needing to see his expression. “That was... I’ve never... it’s never been like that.”
His expression softens, and he cups my face with one hand, thumb brushing across my cheekbone. His palm is rough from years of boxing, but his touch is infinitely gentle. “For me either.”
“Really?” I find that hard to believe. He just took me apartwith a confidence that speaks of experience, knowing exactly where to touch, how to move.
“Really.” He kisses me softly, different from before. This is tender, careful, like I’m something precious he’s afraid might disappear. “I’ve had sex, Maren. But that? What we just did? That was something else entirely. That was...”
He trails off, searching for words, and I watch his face in the lamplight as he struggles to articulate something I already understand. This wasn’t just bodies meeting. This was recognition, like finding someone who speaks your exact language after years of translation.
“I know,” I whisper, saving him from having to find the words.
