“Yes, Caleb,” she whispers breathily, as my thumb finds her already wet clitoris.
I know half the point of this was to prove to each other this is real, but hearing her say my name like that makes it feel like I’m in a dream again. Because how many times have I replayed exactly this scene in my mind?
I know most guys my age use porn, but I never found much point in it. All I had were my memories of Harper, if I ever wanted to get any real satisfaction. Even at the club, I had to go to masochistic extremes to even cum.
But now, with her in my arms, I’m moments away. It takes calling on all my years of discipline to stave off my bursting balls.
It’s just like my whole body is screaming: it’sher. It’s actuallyheragain!
And none of the fantasies could ever compare to the real thing.
So I have to make this last.
She’s said she loves me. She’s said she never stopped. But I didn’t miss the fact that she hasn’t made me any promises. That shecan’tnow, not with a son in the picture.
So it’s up to me to keep her coming back for more.
Maybe it’s shallow of me to think I can make her addicted to my body, but fuck, I have no pride left when it comes to her. I’ll pull out every dirty trick I’ve ever learned.
So, kissing her deeply, I grab a coat from the coat stand by the door and fling it to spread it out on the floor. Then I gently lay her down onto it.
I kiss down her neck to her breasts, squeezing her nipples between my thumb and forefinger in a way that has her back arching.
“Jesus, Caleb,” she hisses.
I smirk. I like it when she squeals my name like that.
I like it even more when I find her pussy wetter than before. I hike her skirt up to her hips and then, holding one edge of her underwear with a fist so they won’t dig into her thighs, tear them off with my teeth.
I don’t miss the way her thighs shudder at the move. But then, I don’t miss anything when it comes to Harper. I never have.
Just like before, she fills up all the spaces in my brain that otherwise squirrel in circles.
Yes, I’ve found other ways over the years to quiet the noise. I take medication and have done the ERP therapy, said to be most effective for OCD.
And there’s always the discipline to be found in the Dungeon, but I can still get triggered. Like when Harper showed up today.
Everything goes quiet, though, as the scraps of her underwear fall away and her beautifully ripe pussy is exposed.
She doesn’t shave. I like that.
Like the bra and the worn underwear, I like that it maybe means she and Z don’t fuck that often.
I couldreallygo crazy if I think about that psychopath fucking her after lying to her to take her away from me.
But clearly she doesn’t even keep a landing strip for him.
She’s buck wild down here.
I smile as I gently part her folds to reveal her even more, and she sucks in a sharp breath, maybe at feeling the cool air where she usually doesn’t.
I lean down but don’t immediately give her the satisfaction she expects.
She wriggles her sexy little ass and I clench her inner thighs in my hands, breathing out warm air against her very exposed pussy and teasing the pads of my thumbs against her clit.
“Caleb,” she groans needily. “What are you doing down there?”
“Teasing you,” I grin.