Page 51 of His to Keep

“If you don’t, he will, and you’ll lose me,” I vow because it’s true. Once Father Aaron takes me, I’ll die a thousand deaths. I know I will.

Swearing beneath his breath, he gets off the bed. Just when I think he might be leaving, Callum grabs the chair and drags it over to the door. Shoving it up under the handle, it’ll buy us time if anyone tries to come in. Music is still blaring downstairs, and I can hear Father Aaron laughing still.

Turning back to me, I stare nervously at him as he comes back over to the bed and leans over me. A trail of goosebumps prickles my skin as his hand goes under the hem of my panties. Touching between my legs, his fingers moving in a circular motion around my clit. My back arches from the bed. “You’re so wet.”

I flush. “Is that…a good thing?”

Leaning up, he kisses me on the mouth and nods. Unclipping my bra from behind, he drags it down my arms and then pulls down my panties. My heart races as he undoes his belt and unbuttons his pants, pulling them down, along with his boxers, until they’re off. His shirt’s next, and he unbuttons each button torturously slow. He’s now naked, and I can’t take my eyes off him. The touch of his skin on mine makes me burn up like I have a fever again as he comes back down, kissing me more ferociously this time. He’s intoxicating me, and I never want him to stop.

Spreading my legs wider, I feel him hard and jutting as he rubs against my sex.This is it,I think. Holding my breath, my nails dig into his arms, and he pauses. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. Just…be gentle with me.”

His features soften, and he wraps his arm around my shoulders, holding me closer to him. “I promise I’ll try to.”

It takes him a few tries to push the tip of himself inside of me. I inhale sharply and grip him tighter, knowing I’m going to leave nail indents on his skin.

“Relax,” he tells me, placing tiny kisses in the corners of my mouth. “It’ll hurt much worse if you tense.”

Pushing into me a little more, I let out a small cry as he stretches me. I’m unsure whether he’s in entirely, and I’m uncertain if I want him to go any further. “Callum.”

“I’ll stop.”

“No—no.” How conflicting my thoughts are. Wanting him to stop but not wanting him to. “Keep going. J-just slowly.”

Pulling out as gently as he can, being the size that he is, he slowly pushes into me again. It still hurts and feels weird. But the strangled noise of pleasure he makes has my insides rattling. It’s the hottest sound I’ve ever heard from his mouth, reminding me of the time I watched him in the bathroom, dying to know what his face looked like up close. And now I’m witnessing him coming apart because ofme.

I know he’s holding back, but the pain lessens as he keeps a steady pace, each thrust getting easier to bear. His body shakes against mine, sweat beading his brow. “Ava.”

A shot of pleasure ripples through my core at the sound of my name. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. His breathing hitches when he feels it too, and he swells even thicker inside of me. His hips jerk into me a little quicker this time, and it’s a nice kind of pain. I moan, consumed by him. All these feelings I’ve never felt before.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, and I realize he’s staring down at me. Our breaths get heavier, our movements more demanding. Bending down, his mouth finds my nipple again, and he lavishes it with his tongue, enough to send multiple tingles rushing through my body. Instinctively, I arch my hips, meeting his thrust, and the feeling I get knocks my breath away.

“Oh…” I do it again and again, each time the feeling building, getting more intense. Like all those other times, but more. Somehow.

“Oh fuck.” His words are a rush of hot air against my skin. He buries his head in the crook of my neck, and I push my hands through his damp hair, tugging gently.

In the next second, my orgasm ripples through my body, and I’m falling and falling. Callum plants his palm over my mouth as I moan and wither beneath him.

“I have to…I have to pull out.” I hear him say in the haze of pleasure. Pulling out of me, something hot and warm falls onto my stomach, and then he collapses on top of me, sweat dampening us both as we work to catch our breaths. Closing my eyes, I grip onto him, running my hand through his damp hair and kissing him on the mouth, wanting more, never wanting to let him go.

He lifts his head, worry in his eyes as he inspects me. “Did I hurt you?”

“Hmm?” I murmur hazily.

“Did I hurt you?”

Opening my eyes, I look at him and shake my head. “It hurt a little at first, but then it got better.”

He sighs. “You don’t regret it?”

“No,” I say, meaning it. “I don’t regret it. I wanted you to be my first. I…I’ve never felt like this before.”

“Neither have I,” he says, features twisting with something I can’t name.

I bite my lip. “You haven’t? Orla didn’t…um…you know?”

“No,” he replies dryly. “Do you know how I know it’s different?” I shake my head. “Because I’m willing to go to hell to have you again. Right now.” My face flushes, feeling him hardening again. “And Ineverwanted her again.”

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