Page 276 of Rival Hero

“Cal.” Her voice is a lover’s caress.

Just my name.

But it means everything.

“I know, baby. I feel it too.”

Moving close, I rest my weight on my forearms on both sides of her head and keep my eyes locked on hers. “Mia, I’m going to make love to you until you come all over my dick. Then I’m going to roll to my back, and you’re going to ride me until your wetness drips all the way down to my balls. If you can’t be quiet for that, tell me, and I’ll shove those panties into your mouth.”

She lifts up to give me a quick peck. “I’ll be quiet. Kiss me if I get too loud.”

Instead of answering with words, I kiss her reverently, diving my tongue past her lips. And then I start moving inside her, remembering to be gentle. Instead of fucking her with abandon, I pulse in slow, powerful thrusts. I catch her keens in my mouth as we fall into a delicious rhythm.

Fuck, it’s heaven to be inside her again.

The pressure from the plug is exquisite torture. Alternating between kissing her sweetly and getting swept away in her hypnotizing eyes, I grind against her so damn hard I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s an indention in the mattress when we’re done. I can’t get close enough to her.

Every so often, a wave of fear rocks through me if I notice the mark on her neck or the glint of purple on her cheekbone. It helps keep me in check so I don’t get too rough. She must be keyed into me because, at those exact moments, she digs her fingers into my ass and rocks herself harder against me. She’s telling me she’s good. Reminding me that she’s not fragile.

Her gasps and moans come louder and faster, signaling her approaching climax.

“Give it to me, tiger. Come for me. Stay quiet, though.”

“Cal, I’m coming. Shit, shit.Ahh!” She chants beautifully for me, miraculously keeping her volume down.

Despite the death grip her pussy has on my cock, I resist my release out of sheer stubbornness. Bringing her with me, I roll to my back. She takes a moment to catch her breath and adjust her position.

Her hips undulate slowly at first. Her pace increases until she glides, slippery and fast, over me with her hands braced on my chest. I sit up to suck one of her breasts into my mouth, twirling my tongue around one nipple and then the other. Before I return to my back, I unclasp her bra so her breasts can sway and bounce in time with her pace.

Right before she comes for the third time, she leans down and buries her face in my neck. “I love you, Cal. So damn much.”

Holding her close, I lock my hands around her upper back. “I know you do, Mia. And I love you too.”

Closing my eyes, I memorize everything about this moment. It’s heaven to reconnect like this, especially after almost losing her. And knowing she was willing to sacrifice herself to save my mother makes my appreciation of her multiply tenfold.

I could never love another woman the way I love Mia.

Her thrusts grow frantic as she brings us to the precipice. Chasing my own release, I drive my hips upward, reveling in the grip she keeps on my hips with her supple thighs. I bring us both to a sitting position and wrap my hands around her hips to drag her back and forth along my dick. She loves when I guide her strokes this way.

When her eyes roll back, her pussy flutters around my shaft, making my balls tighten and pulse with my impending release.

Between desperate kisses, she grits out, “Cal, oh my god. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I’m coming.”

“Good girl. Take me with you.Fuck.”

I swallow her cries of pleasure as her climax sends shock waves through us both. I join her eagerly, tumbling off the cliff into a pool of ecstasy. My release must prolong hers, because she unleashes another wave of frantic thrusts, and her keens pitch higher.

She squirms and writhes on my lap, and lights flash behind my eyelids. My legs stiffen, and my toes point in all directions as pleasure skates through me. All the while, we stay blissfully locked in each other’s arms. After my last surge of release fills her, I collapse to the bed, bringing her with me.

Recovering, we breathe heavily, touching and kissing for a precious few minutes. All the while, I stay inside her and keep her wrapped in my tight embrace.

She sounds sleepy and sated when she whispers, “I’m glad you liked your gift. That was exactly what I needed.”

Grinning wide, I trail my palm up her spine and kiss her. “Oh, I aim to please.”

“Mission accomplished, sir. Not once or twice, but three times.”

Sir.

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