Page 25 of Storytime and Sawdust

"Always," I admit, finally getting the belt open. "Another flaw."

"Not a flaw." He stills my hands, looking directly into my eyes. "Nothing about you is a flaw, Molly. Nothing."

The sincerity in his voice makes my throat tight with emotion. I rise on my toes to kiss him, pouring everything I can't say into the press of my lips against his.

Together, we shed the rest of our clothes, hands exploring newly revealed skin with wonder and growing urgency. When we're finally naked, Cal leads me to the sofa, sitting and drawing me onto his lap so I'm straddling his thighs.

"I want to see you," he explains, hands stroking up my sides. "All of you."

I should feel exposed, vulnerable, but the worship in his eyes banishes any self-consciousness. His cock presses hot and hard against my inner thigh, a reminder of how much he wants me.

"I don't have anything here," he says suddenly, regret clouding his features. "Protection, I mean."

I smile, reaching for my discarded dress. "I do." I pull a condom from the pocket, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks at his raised eyebrow. "I might have been hopeful about dinner tomorrow."

"Prepared," he corrects, taking the packet from me. "Another quality I admire."

His fingers trace teasing circles on my thighs as I open the condom.When I roll it down his length, his eyes close briefly, jaw tight with restraint.

"I need to touch you first," he says, voice strained. "Need to make sure you're ready."

"I've been ready since I walked through your door," I tell him, guiding his hand between my legs. "Feel for yourself."

His fingers slide through my folds, finding me already wet and swollen. The contact makes me gasp, hips jerking involuntarily.

"So responsive," he murmurs, circling my clit with gentle pressure. "So perfect."

One thick finger slides inside me, then another, stretching me deliciously. I rock against his hand, chasing the pleasure building with each stroke.

"Cal," I pant, nails digging into his shoulders. "I need you inside me. Now."

He withdraws his fingers, positioning himself at my entrance. "Look at me," he commands softly.

I open eyes I hadn't realized I'd closed, finding his gaze locked on mine. Slowly, he guides me down, filling me inch by exquisite inch until I'm seated fully in his lap, our bodies joined completely.

"Oh," I breathe, overwhelmed by the sensation of fullness, of rightness. "Oh, Cal."

His hands grip my hips, steadying me as I adjust to his size. "Okay?" he asks, voice tight with the effort of holding still.

"More than okay." I rock experimentally, drawing a groan from deep in his chest. "Perfect."

We find a rhythm together, my body rising and falling as his hips thrust upward. His hands are everywhere—cupping my breasts, gripping my hips, sliding between us to circle my clit with practiced strokes. I clingto his shoulders, head thrown back as pleasure builds with each movement.

"You're so beautiful," Cal murmurs, voice raw with emotion and desire. "So goddamn beautiful, Molly."

His words, the reverence in his touch, the way his eyes never leave mine—it all combines to push me higher, closer to the edge. When his lips close around my nipple, sucking gently while his fingers increase their pressure on my clit, I shatter.

"Cal!" I cry out, body clenching around him as waves of pleasure wash through me. "Oh god, Cal!"

He holds me through it, murmuring praise against my skin, his thrusts never faltering. As I come down from the high, I feel him tense beneath me, his rhythm growing erratic.

"Let go," I whisper, cupping his face in my hands. "I've got you."

With a deep groan, he does, his release pulsing inside me as his arms tighten almost painfully around my waist. For long moments, we stay locked together, breathing hard, foreheads touching.

"That was..." I search for words and find myself laughing softly. "For once, I'm speechless."

Cal smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "I find that hard to believe."

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