Page 27 of Until He Confesses

Her taste intertwined with mine, and it was wild and sloppy and almost too much to contain and I barely registered when and how she was able to pull me till I was sprawled on top of her on the bed. The kiss went on for even longer as my body sunk with hers into the mattress and then I could feel her attempt to turn us both over.

Smiling, I obliged her and then her legs went astride me. I looked up at her sparkling excited eyes and the way her hair fell down around her face as she stared down at me.

Her teeth bit into her bottom lip and then she was coming straight for my face. I knew exactly what she wanted so my arms reached out to grab her ass.

Effortlessly, I pulled her over my face, and she nearly twisted in two.

“Oh fuck!” she half screamed at the wet sensational contact and then her hips nearly went out of control.

She fucked against my tongue and mouth, her hands positioned by the sides of my head at first to keep her balance but then moved to the headboard.

“Lucas,” she moaned over and over again, and somehow it felt both oddly familiar but wonderfully new all at once.

“Oh God!” she cried out. “Fuck. Oh fuck!”

And then she came.

Her entire body trembled and I could feel the vibrations as it shook her from the top of her head to the sole of her feet. She nearly fell backward, listless and incoherent, which greatly amused me.

I held onto her, turned, and deposited her safely on the bed where I could once again watch her fall spectacularly apart in my arms.

11

CALLIE

Iwas embarrassed, but at the same time, I was relieved and above all, near delirious.

For the longest time, I kept my eyes shut as I tried to recover from the pleasure that had pulled me out of my body and then slammed me back in. It had been forever since I had felt this way and when I thought of my relations with him from the past it wasn’t difficult at all to recall the times when he had eaten me out in a similar manner from the very first time and nearly brought me to tears.

It had taken me a few days to get over it. I was so sensitive and shocked that it was all I was able to think about until I had all but pleaded with him to eat me out again.

For a while after, it had been our only intimate act before we had progressed to everything else, and so as I lay now with his body over mine, everything seemed so overly familiar and precious that I almost began to choke up once again at how I could have lost this so many years earlier. Or no, how he could have taken it for granted. I grabbed onto his face that had been kissing down my chest and brought his gaze to mine until I could stare into his eyes.

“You asshole,” I cursed and at first he was startled. And then he smiled.

I watched him, my heart nearly flying out of my chest at just how beautiful he was. There had always been something so regal about him that had made me weak and now in our adulthood, it was almost unreal to realize just how severely this had been multiplied.

God, he was a dream, the perfect fantasy.

I kissed him once again until all the strength weakened from his arms, and he fell back on top of me.

I loved the feel of his full weight on me, so I locked my arms around him and refused to let go.

He was concerned and I could feel it as he tried to move away but I wouldn’t let him. Until he pulled his lips away from mine and stared deep into my eyes.

“I’ll crush you,” he said, and I smiled.

“Don’t worry, I think your million will cover it.”

It had been intended as a joke but the moment the words were spoken, a sad look flashed across his eyes. It was brief and he quickly shifted away in order to cover it, but I didn’t miss it. I wondered what it was about.

Perhaps it was because I had requested the money in order to sleep with him? I couldn’t help but be slightly amused because if he thought I was going to keep it then he never knew me at all.

I wanted to tell him that I wouldn’t and that the move had been the right one to make at that moment to get me out of my head, however, I didn’t want to pander to him. He could think whatever he wanted and the worse it made him feel the better.

Eventually, he fell back beside me, and we both stared at the ceiling as we tried to catch our breaths. I couldn’t help but reach out to touch him once again. My hand settled on his solid abdomen and then I began to softly stroke my hands down the light smattering of hair that flowed down.

My hand closed around his cock, which was so erect that it reached his navel and then I began to stroke. It was wet, the preliminary discharge from the tip serving to coat the shaft with a slight dampness that I wanted to taste. I turned and once again positioned myself astride him. He didn’t refuse and simply laid his hands by his sides so that I could have as much access to his body as I wanted.