He sucks in a breath as my legs constrict around his hips and he gradually eases farther into me. He moves his lips away from my mouth and looks into my eyes while caressing his fingers across my cheek. Then, he pauses, before giving one last rock until he’s completely inside me.
Every part of my body and mind open up as he kisses me. It burns at first as he moves back and forth, and I almost cry out for him to stop, but the pain subsides and my muscles unravel as my head falls back against the pillow.
It’s a moment I’ll remember forever, because it belongs to me.
Kayden
I have never been so fucking terrified in my life. Not when I was being yelled at, beaten, or even when I stood up to my dad. I’ve had sex before, plenty of times. It was all for fun, even with Daisy. There was nothing there; I thought it was supposed to be that way. As Callie looks up at me, trusting me, I’m lost. No one has ever looked at me like that before; no one has ever made me feel the way I feel at this moment. It’s like every one of my scars has ruptured and the pain is real, but I can’t stop.
I kiss her fiercely, moving her arms above her head as I thrust inside her. It feels so good and I never want it to stop. Her eyes are glossed over and her pupils dilate as her lips part. Her neck arches as she gasps in pleasure and she bucks her hips against my movements. I let go of her arms and my palms scan downward to her breasts, feeling her skin as I suck on her neck. Her fingers sketch each scar, leaving a path of heat everywhere she touches and it nearly drives me crazy. Her back bows up as she cries out and moments later, I join her, knowing I can never go back from this. The way I feel is irreversible; overtaken, wanted, needed, connected. I’ll never be able to let it go.
As we catch our breaths, I tell myself that it will be okay; that I can handle it and for an instant, it feels like I can.
I let out an uneven breath as I slip out of her and roll onto my back, tugging my hands through my hair. Rotating on her hip, her warm body follows mine. She rests her cheek against my chest, gliding her leg over my waist.
“Are you okay?” I finally dare ask her, fighting through my own racing thoughts.
She nods, sketching the lines of my stomach muscles with her pinkie. “I’m more than okay.”
I shut my eyes and put my chin on top of her head. “Callie, there’s something I need to tell you.”
She lifts her face away from my chest and peers up at me. “What’s wrong? Did I… did I do something wrong?”
I touch the tip of my finger to the bottom of her lip. “No, it’s not you. It’s me. There are things about me that you don’t know and I think I need to tell you.”
She sits up and my gaze drifts to her body, so fragile, just like her heart. “You’re making me nervous.”
“I’m sorry,” I back out as feelings of shame rush over me. “I’m just stuck in my own head.”
She frowns. “Kayden, you can tell me anything. There’s no judgment here.”
“I know that,” I say with honesty as my hands grip her waist possessively. Lifting her up, I set her down on top of me, so one of her legs is on each side of my hip. “We’ll talk about it, but a little bit later.”
Wetting my lips with my tongue, I cup the back of her head and bring her mouth toward mine, as I slide my other hand up the front of her, gripping at her breast, wanting to go back and relive the only peaceful moment I’ve had in my life.
Chapter 18
#33 Lay With Someone, Motionless, Just Feeling Each Other.
Callie
“I think I have to go inside,” I say, checking the seventh message my mom has sent me. “Otherwise, she’s going to come out here and see this.”
“See what?” he questions innocently as he flips me over so he’s above me and he takes my breast into his mouth, tracing circles over my nipple with the tip of his tongue.
I gasp as my thighs ache for him to be inside me again. “You’re going to get me caught up again.”
He leans away with a smile on his face, but his cheek is red and puffy. “So?”
I fake a stern look. “I’m not kidding. She’ll come out here with her key and open the door to this.”
He laughs, still not fully believing me, but frees me from his arms. “Fine, you win. I’ll let you go, but we’re coming right back as soon as you deal with your mother.”
I laugh softly as I wrap the sheet around me and pad over to my bag to take some clothes out. I feel a little shy even after what we did. I manage to put my clothes on before I let the sheet go. He doesn’t question what I’m doing as he gets up and puts his jeans and shirt back on.
I glance out the window at the dark sky. Everything seems perfect, untouchable, like I’m holding my life in my own hands for once. “How late is it?”
He turns his arm and checks his watch. “Like seven thirty.”
“No wonder she’s freaking out. I missed dinner.”
He laces his fingers through mine as I open the door. “So how bad is this going to be?”
I lead him down the steps behind me. “She’s going to ask you a thousand questions and be super cheerful.”
“What about your dad?”
“He’ll yammer about football, I’m sure.”
My phone beeps and I pause at the bottom of the steps to check the message.
“Is it another one from your mom?” he wonders and I shake my head.