Page 46 of Embers

“I’ve always been sure. You just need to believe me.”

“I want to.”

“Then do it.” I’m almost whispering now. Holding myself up above him. “Just do it, Cal. Believe me.”

For a few moments, the decision hangs precariously in the balance. I can barely breathe as I wait. But then he releases a long, husky moan—like he’s finally let go of his tight hold on himself—and he grabs my head with one hand, pulling my face down toward his.

He kisses me for the first time, his mouth greedy and his beard scratching against my skin.

The thrill of sensation completely overwhelms me. I make a silly mewing sound against his mouth as I clutch at his shoulders and try to hang on.

“Shit, baby.” He’s still kissing me as he mutters the soft words. He takes my bottom lip between both of his and gives it a hard little tug.

“What?” Despite the feelings throbbing at every pulse point, I draw back so I can look at him. “Am I bad at it? I didn’t know you were going to do that, so I wasn’t ready.”

He chuckles and pushes me over onto my back so he can move over me instead. “Are you fuckin’ kidding me? Bad at it?” He leans down into another kiss. This one almost gentle. “Best thing I’ve ever done in my life.”

I giggle in relief since there’s no way to disbelieve him. The truth of it is right there on his face. “Me too.”

We’re both smiling as our mouths meet again, and this time Cal doesn’t pull back. He moves his lips against mine until my mind blurs with pleasure, and then he teases with his tongue until I open for him.

Then he’s in my mouth. All the way. His tongue sliding against mine. It feels so good—so full and intimate and intense and secret—that I can’t hold back the silly sounds. I’ve got my arms twined around his neck, holding on so tight he couldn’t pull up even if he tried.

He doesn’t try. Half his hot weight is resting on me, trapping me in place. But even that I love, want more of. I get so into the kiss that I keep trying to wrap one of my legs around the back of his thighs. He’s pressed up against me everywhere, but it’s still not close enough.

“Fuck,” he gasps, breaking the kiss to stare down at me again.

I dig my fingers into the back of his neck and rock up into his weight. “Cal, please.”

“You’re so hot. So eager.” He brings a hand up and skates his fingertips across my blazing cheek. “You’re on fire for me.”

“Of course I am. I’ve been waiting for this forever. Please don’t make me wait anymore.”

“I’m so sorry, baby. You know I’ve wanted this long before you ever did. But I’m so afraid of doing wrong by you.”

“You don’t have to be afraid of that. There’s nothing wrong about this.” My voice breaks just slightly. “There can’t be. So please let go. Take what you want. It’s exactly what I want too.”

He makes a weird, strangled sound in his throat as he kisses me again, and it’s just as good as before. This time, when he pulls his mouth away, it’s not for any further doubts or discussion. Instead, he kisses a trail down my neck and drags off the tank top I’m wearing.

“Fuck.” He stares down at my bare breasts. He’s never seen them fully before. “Fuck, baby, you’re—”

I arch my spine, lifting my breasts up toward him. It feels like my nipples are reaching for him, if that’s in any way possible. “I’m what?” I toss my head back and forth on the pillow, making a mess of my hair.

“You’re perfect. You’ve always been perfect.” He slowly slides off the knit shorts from my pajama set, taking my panties with them. Then he lowers his head so he can suck one of my nipples into his mouth.

I sob with the aching pleasure of it—both the sensations and his words. He keeps teasing my breasts, moving back and forth between them. Tweaking, nipping, suckling. Until I’m writhing and begging to come.

Then he finally moves lower down my body, kissing my belly and then nuzzling between my legs.

His face down there does something wild and frightening to my heart.

“This okay, baby?” He uses both hands to gently pry my thighs farther apart.

“Y-yeah. If you want to.” My hips are squirming restlessly. My pussy is throbbing. “But you don’t have to if you don’t want.”

His body shakes with a surprised bark of laughter. I feel the vibrations all through me. “You think I don’t wanna do this for you?” He’s got my legs apart now. He stares down at me with greedy possession. “I’ve dreamed of this. For endless fuckin’ years.”

I whimper and toss my head again. Then arch up dramatically when he rearranges his big body so he can get his head between my legs. He grabs a pillow and fits it under my ass to make it easier, and then he gives me one long lick that makes me squeal.

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