Page 85 of Because of Her

His cock glides through the wetness of my pussy. He rocks back and forth, coating himself with my arousal. Reaching a hand between us he adjusts himself and pushes into me.

I feel full and stretched and whole. His size taking my body to its limits. I suck in air as I will myself to relax, to let him in. Pleasure builds slowly while he waits for me to be ready. I rock my hips back and forth against him until he bottoms out inside me. We kiss, deep, and long, and loving as we move in sync.

The intensity in my core builds again until I can barely breathe, and I can tell from his quickening movements that Callum is close, too. Pulling away from our kiss, I suck in a deep breath as Callum reaches between us to rub my clit with his thumb.

And I’m lost, somewhere outside of my body as the final wave of pleasure crashes into us both. I can feel the hot spurts of Callum’s orgasm as my muscles quiver around him until we are both spent.

Callum collapses onto the bed and I pull him close tome. We are sweaty and sticky and God, if I’m not in love I don’t know what this feeling is.

“I love you,” he says, kissing my forehead.

I blush, worried I said the words out loud. They feel big, and scary. Another step that feels impossible to take right now. I want to say them, but I need to wait.

We lay, part appreciating the way our bodies fit together so seamlessly, part dozing in bliss. Eventually, we peel our bodies apart where our sweat dried sticky. But it’s not awkward or uncomfortable. It feels right, to be so vulnerable with each other like this.

Once we’ve showered we return to the bed. I’m wearing one of his shirts and nothing else, and Callum pulls on a pair of bed shorts. He curls me into a loving embrace.

“I don’t want this to end,” I whisper into his chest, before sucking in a breath of courage. “But I don’t think I should be here when Maisie wakes up.”

I pull back to look him in the eye. “I’m not running away. I just don’t think that’s the best way for her to find out about us.”

Leaning back down, I plant a kiss on Callum’s cheek and whisper into his ear, “If there is an us.”

With a firm grip, he grabs and turns my head so I’m looking at him again.

“There will never not be an us now.”

Our lips crash together again, his fingers still gripping my chin. Not like he thinks I’ll run, but in a tender way because he knows I won’t.

But also in a firm, loving way, like he is claiming me. And I like it.

CALLUM

“Where are we going?”

Cassidy laughs from the passenger seat as I drive along the windy roads towards her cousin’s winery. Dawn is yet to break, and with the morning mist in the air, visibility is low. I yawn, reaching for my coffee between turns. The bitter liquid from the takeaway cup has lost all its warmth, but the caffeine is welcome. Blindfolded—so she can’t guess where we are going—Cassidy hugs her own cup, patting it against her lips to find the spout.

After all the unspoken confessions we shared the other night, it’s been a few days of lingering glances. I was busy with Maisie, and neither of us know the right way, the right time to bring the topic of ‘us’ up with her. Audrey didn’t know the right way either, but we will figure it out. For now, I wanted to plan something special, just for me and Cass.

Because one night of sex, no matter how incredible, was never going to be enough to show her how I feel.

Cassidy hiccups a little into her fist, reaching forward to put the window down. “These roads are making me sick.”

She tugs at the blindfold. Reaching over, I pull the fabric off her face. My hand lingers on her cheek a little longer than necessary, but she leans into my palm.

“I didn’t think of that, sorry. But you’ll figure out where we are going now.”

The sun is nothing more than a glow on the horizon as we wind down the country road. As I manoeuvre the carinto the winery car park, Cassidy scrunches up her nose in confusion.

“I thought we were going somewhere special.”

“We are, trust me.”

I step out, wiping my sweaty palms on my jeans and grabbing our coats from the back seat. I walk around to open her door, reaching my hand into hers.

As she climbs out of the car, I suck in a breath, hoping this will be enough to surprise her. With her work for the winery, there’s every chance Noah has kept her in the loop with his plans.

“Why are we at Noah’s winery at 6.30 in the morning?” she questions as I guide her down the path toward the back garden.

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