Page 52 of Dear Mr. Firefighter
Inever got a chance to tell Cain what Grace said about the rules—my world came crashing down before I had a chance. The girl that once believed love was impossible had become a woman that didn’t know how to hold onto it. I knew Cain would never let me throw away the opportunity in front of me. If I tried, he would have insisted that I take the job. That was the kind of man he was—the kind of man I needed. I needed every bit of him too. I needed him to claim the final piece of my innocence and make love to me. My body demanded it, and it wasn’t the same as it had been in the past when we flirted. There was something between us that scorched the air and sucked the oxygen away—his lips on my body—his hands on my skin—the wetness between my legs guiding me towards his engorged length.
“Are you ready?” His lips were against my ear and I felt his cock press against my pussy for the first time.
“Yes.” I gasped and nodded quickly. “I’m ready.”
Cain started to push inside me. It hurt, but I was so wet that there was no barrier to penetration except for my tightness. He gave me a couple of gentle thrusts until the head was against my hymen. In some strange way I needed to feel the pain of having it torn away. I needed him to claim my body so that I knew it belonged to him. There was no way I would ever be able to give myself to another man, even if the moment between us was the last one we shared. Cain claimed my heart—showed me something I thought was impossible—and it was time for us to share something that I could never share with anyone else.
“Don’t hold back—please. I know what I want.” I shifted my hips and tried to pull him deeper.
Cain pushed against my hymen. His knees turned slightly, and he put more weight on me. That was enough to drive him through the barrier. His cock started to slide into my pussy, going deeper as I was stretched around his girth. The sting of having my hymen shattered was only part of the pain that I felt. Every inch was another moment of agony—another moment I was more than happy to endure because I knew it brought us closer together. I was glad I had never shared the experience with anyone else—especially someone who would have never understood that bond it would form. I was also glad that we never chased our desires when they were guided by lust—the emotional connection was so much better than the physical one that made me beg for his touch all of the times we stopped ourselves.
“You feel so fucking good.” He let out a gasp.
I wished I could feel the same pleasure he was feeling, but I wasn’t there yet. There was a hint of it when he pulled back and gently thrust himself deeper, but the agony of being stretched drowned that pleasure out. He had worked about half of his length into me, which left me with optimism and pessimism at the same time. He was halfway there, but he still had a long way to go. He pulled back and gave me a few thrusts that were quicker without driving himself deeper. Those felt good. The part that was already stretched around him had begun to adjust and the nerves were being teased by the friction. I couldn’t wait to feel that when he was buried inside of me. I could already tell it was going to be incredible.
“Don’t stop—please keep going.” I shifted my hips, trying to force him deeper.
I wanted him to just drive every inch of his length into it—even if it hurt. I was ready for that. I would have probably regretted it, but my hormones were on fire and rational thought was no longer present. I needed the see the primal desire in his eyes boil over—I needed to feel his fury. I needed to be claimed. He still moved slow, even as my body cried out for more. He was taking care of me—probably something that no other man would have done if they were taking my virginity. He protected me from my own desires—my own lust—and a man like that was worth burning the world down to keep.
“You don’t even know how good this feels—after thinking about it for so fucking long.” He leaned forward and started kissing my neck. “I’ve craved you every single night.”
“At least you don’t have to settle for a picture this time.” I gasped into his ear.
The emotional toll of what I said was starting to wear away as he made love to me. I was seeing the spark of the man I fell for beneath the fury of his primal passion as it was unleashed. He kept driving his cock into me and my pussy stretched around every inch until I finally felt his balls against my skin. He slowly started to thrust as I adjusted to the feeling. Every time he pulled back and drove himself into me, it felt better than the previous thrust. It was so much better than what I did when I was alone—having the real thing waswaybetter than anything my imagination could create.
“Harder.” I leaned against him and begged with my lips teasing his ear. “I’m ready for it now.”
Cain didn’t hesitate. He started to thrust himself into me with a pace that quickened with every thrust. I felt him slam into my g-spot and the feeling caused waves of pleasure to surge through my body. The pure physical pleasure was as emotional as the moment itself. I knew he was enjoying himself the same way that I was—both of us locked in the ecstasy of our bliss. A pressure began to build inside me. I had felt that before—so many times when I was doing dirty things to myself after I went home with Cain’s kiss on my breath. He was going to make me cum, but it wasn’t a rapid dive into ultimate excitement. The build was slower, almost like the amount of pleasure my body was experiencing was hard to process—it was in no hurry to have the feeling end, even if I was ready to chase my climax to the ends of the earth.
“You are mine—no matter what.” Cain growled into my ear, squeezing my breasts and then pressing his lips to my neck.
“Yes—always.” I moaned my response.
I needed to hear that. It was like he was reading my mind. I had been damaged by false passion before—it was the core of my existence for so long. Cain understood that and he understood that what we were doing was the moment I truly let go of everything which held me back. He was claiming me while giving me my freedom—letting me go because he knew I would always be his. Nothing could take that away from us. I held onto him as the pleasure built. I was lingering on the edge of an orgasm with his cock slamming into me so fast that the couch was creaking underneath us.
“I’m gonna cum!” I threw my head back and squealed as my body crossed the threshold.
“The first of many. I’ve waited far too long for this to end—the sun will be up before I’m done with you.” Another growl—a beautiful sound that echoed in my ear.
“Oh god!” I felt my muscles tensing up.
My abdomen clenched tight. The muscles in my legs twitched. My nails started to dig into Cain’s back. Cain kept thrusting—each one like a magical moment of bliss that belonged to me. The pressure inside of me begin to release. It surged through my body and made my muscles tense even more. My toes curled and my mouth opened wide. A moan rushed from my throat and passed across my lips, followed by a gasp. I was starting to cum. The orgasm seized control of everything. My pussy spasmed on Cain’s length. I felt him throb and pulsate. That just made the orgasm stronger.
“You’re gonna make me cum too!” Cain’s head flew back, and a primal roar echoed in his throat.
Cain’s thrusts were so hard it was like a hammer slamming into my body, but each one felt amazing. He erupted inside me and ropes of sticky cum filled my pussy. My orgasm was at the peak, but it wasn’t done. Feeling him explode drove me straight into a second orgasm—one that was even more powerful than the first. They stacked on top of each other like two drums beating inside me at the same time. The pleasure was so intense that I thought I was going to pass out. Cain continued thrusting until his balls were drained and the spasms started to subside. He leaned forward and kissed me. Just when I thought the afterglow of my orgasm was going to consume me, his hips started moving again.
“Oh god!” I moaned—I was extremely sensitive after my orgasm, but it still felt good.
“I told you once wasn’t enough.” He leaned back from our kiss and his thrusts got faster.
Cain drove himself into me until I erupted in bliss again. Our bodies felt like they were seared together from the heat and intensity. My next orgasm came when bliss consumed him for the second time, and he unloaded inside me. He gave me a longer break after that, but he never pulled himself free. His lips ravaged my neck, breasts and lips until he was throbbing and ready to take his third trip to paradise.
“How do you have anything left?” I groaned, but a smile formed on the corner of my lips.
“You’ve been teasing me for over a month.” He chuckled under his breath. “I intend to make up for all of it tonight—you said your roommate is out for the evening, right?”
“I don’t think she’ll be back, but we should probably relocate to the bedroom just in case.” I exhaled sharply.
“One more out here—then we’ll go to the bedroom.” He nodded and picked up the pace.
I definitely wasn’t a virgin anymore. I was on the cusp of true pleasure with a full understanding of how amazing sex could be with the perfect man. Cain was definitely that—he was everything I needed and more. I would always belong to him—long after the sun came up—long after I took my trip to New York and chased my dreams. Distance would pull us apart, but love would keep us together. Nothing could get in the way of that.
“I love you Chloe.” Cain leaned forward and pressed his lips to my ear. “You’ve stolen every bit of my heart.”
“I love you too.” I exhaled sharply—my words followed by a moan.
Cain and I continued to express that love even after our bodies were exhausted and we finally made it to the bedroom. He held me in his arms as we lay in bed, but neither of us had any intention of sleeping. It was just the calm before the storm raged again. I felt safe with him, and I knew I would miss him so much that my heart ached when I finally had to say goodbye, but there was no way that goodbye would be permanent. Neither of us were going to let that happen.
