Total bliss with my girl.
I moved my hands down to grip her hips and pumped the last few delicious slides into her body before I collapsed, my skin fevered with sweat and the heat of her surrounding me. I rolled us to the side, still joined, and stared into beautiful golden eyes. She continued to spasm and tighten around my cock as she settled down from her rush, drawing out our pleasure. I brushed the strands of hair off her face and kissed her gently, finally able to relax with her in my arms after a week of longing for her.
Also adding to my euphoria was the way in which Brooke allowed me to possess her. She accepted my crazed need to get lost in her body, only making me need the intimacy with her even more. Brooke was the whole perfect package for me, and I loved every glorious inch of her, even if I wasn’t supposed to tell her with words yet.
But I could show her by letting her know how it could be like this . . . with us . . . forever.
“Thank you for that welcome home,” I whispered against her lips.
“I missed you very much, Caleb, and I’m so glad you’re back.” She smiled before tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, her hands roaming over my body wherever she wanted to touch me. I loved when she touched me.
“I still have lots of missing you to fuck out of my system, but I want to do it properly in my bed at home where I can take my time. This was just a frantic detour to help tide me over, so I didn’t lose it in front of a restaurant full of Boston’s finest. I have no idea why James and my sister were there, either. The plan was to have you all to myself in a dark, private corner. He must have gotten his wires crossed.”
“I didn’t mind. James and Winter are lovely and both went out of their way to make me feel welcome in your life. So, thank you for sending them round to meet me.” She cupped my cheek and traced over my lower lip with her thumb. “I’m just really grateful you have this convenient apartment.” She winked sexily.
The urge was overwhelming to make certain she knew honest truth controlled what I said next. “I want you to know that I only use this suite to shower, change clothes, and for an occasional night’s sleep when I’ve worked so late there is no point in going home. Before tonight, I’ve never done this here.”
“Good to know,” she said with a half smile. I wished I knew what she was thinking right now, because it would have helped me feel better. But how fucked-up was that concept? I needed reassurance from her about my whoring sexual past? I just needed her—period. Brooke made all of the emptiness of the days and nights I’d known before her fade away into nothingness.
I kissed her thoroughly and tried to memorize the feeling of being inside her as we were right now. I didn’t want to leave her body. I wanted to stay connected like this for a long time, because I needed to feel her. She made me this way. Brooke had turned me into a fuckin’ needy bastard. Just the facts—I’d realized during our time apart. Distance did indeed make the heart grow fonder, and I’d already accepted it without struggle long before tonight. Being with her now merely cemented the feelings even more deeply.
Before reluctantly pulling out of her warm depths, I thrust back into her slowly one last time. The sensation was different without a condom. One hell of an amazing sensation for me—but a lot messier for her. So, I wet a washcloth with warm water in the bathroom and brought it back to clean her up. Intimacy pretty much on its deepest level, and it made me happy she allowed me to do it for her.
Her eyes never left me as she watched. “You are amazing, Caleb Blackstone. The way you take care of me—right now after making love to me so well—and while you were away by having your family and friends check in on me—by showing me you couldn’t wait through a tortuously long dinner to be with me again. I’m having such a wonderful moment with you, I think I’ll start crying.”
“Go ahead, baby, that’s what I’m here for—to give you wonderful moments.”
I plan to give them to you for the rest of my life.
Caleb
November
Herman Blackstone and Ellen Casterley were married in a small, elegant ceremony at Stone Church with the autumn sun shining in an arc over Blackstone Island where it merged with the sea. It appeared that Mother Nature had been clued in that the day was a celebration. As I held hands with Brooke and witnessed their vows, the irony wasn’t lost on me that a Blackstone and a Casterley were being joined in holy matrimony.