“Come on, Coralie. Come for me. Let me taste it.” Callan pumps his fingers inside me, the fingers of his free hand digging into my thigh and my hip as he holds me down and pins me in place. I’m left panting, awestruck, undone. Callan kisses the insides of my thighs, whispering soft, pretty things to me as I float down from my high. I’m blissed out and numb when he pushes himself inside me.
“I’m going to make you come again, Coralie. Are you ready for it? Are you going to scream my fucking name?” He’s so big inside me, so fucking hard. I can’t speak, so I just nod, ready for him to do as he’s promised.
It doesn’t take long. I’m still so sensitive from his mouth. Having him inside me is intense—I’m shaking, shivering, barely able to control my own body as Callan fucks me. He doesn’t hold back. I lay back down on the bench and he palms my breasts, licking and biting my nipples as he rocks his hips, thrusting inside me, harder and harder each time. I can feel him getting close. I hook my legs around his waist, pinning him against me, grinding my hips against his, and the most delicious darts of pleasure ricochet through me as I start to come.
“Oh shit. Fuck, I’m gonna come, Callan. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
He tenses. I can tell he wants to pull back, to ease off, to drag this out a little longer, but I can’t take it. I need to feel him coming inside me. I need to hear him lose his mind, the same way I’m about to lose mine.
“All right. You want it?” he growls. “I’ll give it to you.” He fucks me hard. He slams himself inside me over and over again, until I’m pulled under, drowning in waves of pleasure. Callan drowns with me, pants with me, cries out with me. I cling onto him as we both come, lost in the moment, covered in sweat. He is perfect.
I never thought I would get to have this. I never thought I would have this with anyone. The fact that I get to share it with him is amazing. There’s so much love between us. A deep well of pain exists here too, but neither of us draws from it anymore. It joins us together, brings us closer. We’re defined by our joy and our happiness instead of the darkness. As we catch our breath, fingers gently skating over each other’s naked skin, teasing and caressing each other, I know this is it for me. I will never love anyone more than this. I will never be as happy or as whole as this. Callan plants lazy kisses on my collarbone, his head resting on my chest.
“Are you ready for your ten month anniversary surprise?” he asks.
“Yes, please. That would be lovely.”
He pulls out of me, smiling as he kisses my left nipple and then my right. “Great. You stay right there. I’ll be with you in just a moment.”
He remains naked as he heads across to the other side of the tank and fetches a disposable camera from one of the shelves on the wall. He smirks as he holds it up for me to see. “Recognize this?”
“Of course.” It’s the camera he gave me outside the bar in Port Royal. Over the weeks that followed, I filled the camera with shots of the drive to Colorado, of birds, of couples in love. I filled it with pictures of him. “It’s time?” I ask.
He nods. I watch him take the camera apart and develop the film. It’s a long process, but I’m happy to observe him as he works. He’s beautiful. I’ll never get tired of watching him do this, especially when he’s naked and I get to stare at his bare ass. Eventually he starts hanging the photographs. Callan faces the first image in the opposite direction, away from me, and I start to get nervous. I have no idea what the picture is of, but it’s the one he took before he passed the camera along to me, that much is obvious. He stands there, smiling at me, studying me, not saying anything as the picture develops. When it’s done, he unclips it from the line and holds it to his chest.
“Come sit with me, bluebird.” He perches himself on the edge of his bar stool, still naked. I get up from the bench and make my way over to him, my heart skipping a little. I have no idea why I’m so nervous all of a sudden. Maybe it’s because Callan seems nervous, which isn’t normal for him. He’s always so self assured and confident. The hesitant look in his eye is making me feel uneasy.
I sit myself on his knee, looping my arms around his neck so he can hold me against him. “You know I love you more than anything on the face of this planet,” he whispers.
“I do.”
“And you know I’d do anything to keep you safe. To look after you and protect you?”
“I do”
“Good.” He takes a deep breath and turns the photograph over. The picture he hands to me is of a closed jewellery box. “I wanted to develop this at our one month anniversary, bluebird. I wanted to develop it every month after that, too. I finally couldn’t wait any longer.”