Chapter Thirty-Seven

Madison

T he day dawned clear and bright, the sun reaching in through the window to slowly rustle me awake.

I sat up in the bed and stretched, arms high above my head, as the covers fell away. Muscles and tendons creaked and moved, sending a fresh wave of contentment through me.

“Now, there’s a view I’ll never get over,” a voice rumbled from the mound beside me.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“Keep going,” Callum growled playfully. “I’m almost there.”

“Lecher.”

He laughed, and with one giant arm looping around my back, he pulled me up and over until I was astride his thick, powerful body, gazing down into his sleepy, happy eyes.

“Hey,” I protested as he lifted his head and sucked gently on one of my nipples, running his tongue in circles around it. “Not fair, we don’t have time for that.”

“Says who?” he muttered with a mouthful of my boob.

“Says the fact that your mother expects us down for breakfast,” I admonished.

Callum fell back into the bed hard enough to make it shake. His eyes widened as the shockwave reached my breasts.

“Down, boy!” I said as his hips wiggled to better press his rapidly thickening cock against me.

“I’ll be fast,” he promised, his voice dropping an octave.

I bit my lip. We’d been at his parents for three days in the aftermath of everything. It had been a long three days. I was already basically dripping every second of every waking minute. All Cal had to do was look at me, and I was ready.

“You’ll be still,” I said, pushing him down into the mattress and straightening my spine. My breasts pushed together as I teased his cock and moved my hips slowly backward.

His eyes rolled back into his head briefly, which was when I reached behind me to grab the tip of his cock and stroke it. Blue-green eyes flew open as I teased him with my opening, my juices already beginning to coat his shaft as I ground into it.

“Fuck,” he growled. “That’s so hot. Look at you.”

The wordless rumble that followed had my skin tightening everywhere in response to his unspoken desire while fresh heat poured from between my legs.

I guided his cock into my hole, slowly grinding back and forth, taking a bit more each time until he was fully seated inside me. Stifling my moans was hard, and my hands ranged from covering my mouth to grabbing my breasts and even running over my face back through my hair. Anything to keep me distracted as he filled me fully with his hard cock.

Hands gripped my waist, sliding up my sides, fondling my breasts, and falling back down to grab my waist before spreading my cheeks fully as he thrust upward ever so slightly.

I gasped as he stretched me, our eyes meeting. The lust pooling within him stared back, matching my arousal.

We had little use for words as we ground back and forth. Slowly. Intimately. A touch here, a gasp there, that was all the sound we made, so intensely were our gazes locked, watching every twitch of pleasure play out across the other.

“I love you,” Cal said, breaking the silence at one point, his hand cupping my cheek.

His cock swelled inside me as he said it, and I moaned my response into his hand, knowing I had to keep it down but unable to stay silent.

The dick was just too good.

“What are you doing?” I hissed as he placed a hand between my breasts and slowly slid it down my stomach, twisting it so his thumb moved between my legs.

“Just keep grinding,” he said.

His thumb found my clit, and I shivered. Goosebumps puckered my skin, and I opened my mouth to moan loudly, but Cal’s other hand covered it, preventing any noise. I grabbed his hand, holding it in place. My hips moved a tiny bit faster as I longed for that pressure on my throbbing clit.

“Don’t stop,” he growled, face tensing. He was close.

So was I.

We fought the urge to speed up, staying slow the entire time until his cock abruptly twitched.

My eyes popped open, and at the first explosion of his cum deep inside me, my walls clamped down around him furiously as I shook violently with my orgasm. Only his arm, still raised to keep a hand over my mouth, kept me from falling forward. I had both hands latched onto his wrist and was leaning into him with all my weight.

He held me there without any tremble as we rode the high of our climaxes together, eyes locked on the other, drowning in the pleasure we’d inflicted on the other.

It was over far too fast, but even knowing that, a smile tugged on my lips.

I knew there would be many, many more. Because we had forever to look forward to.