Page 197 of The First Taste
Thisis why people fuck. This sensation, this exact feeling I’m feeling right now. I understand completely now, where before I felt slightly out of the loop.
“Tell me what you’re feeling,” he mutters. “Talk dirty to me, beauty.”
I look at him, at his beautiful chest, every muscle gleaming and straining. I don’t know where the words come from, exactly, but as soon as he asks me, they burst forth.
“I love how your cock fills my pussy,” I say, working my hips. “I love the way your fingers feel on my clit, baby.”
He growls and redoubles his pace, hammering himself into me, his fingers working quickly circles over my clit. I suddenly feel electrified, moaning and clutching at his shoulders. He punctuates each thrust by stroking my clit.
“Come for me,” he whispers, his words a plea and a command at once.
I clench my eyes shut, stretching, reaching for some unknown goal. “Calum… I…”
I reach a sudden cliff, running up one side and launching myself off. That’s what coming feels like — falling down a deep, dark crevasse, seizing up, my whole body shaking and clamping down. Feeling a million tiny jolts of sensation overwhelming my entire system, all at once.
I open my eyes and keep my hips moving, trying desperately to breathe. He hammers his cock home at a blistering pace, his movements freezes as he approaches his own peak.
“God damn,” he whispers, pumping his hips madly. “Fuck, Kaia, you’re making me come…”
Then he roars, thrusting hard and raggedly a half dozen times. I feel him coming, feel his semen fill me in hot pulses. I can only turn my lips up to his once more.
In the moments that we lie here, struggling for each breath, I turn to him.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
Calum turns his head to regard me. “For what?”
My cheeks color. “For making my first time memorable.”
“Hm.” He looks up at the ceiling. “I just didn’t want you to regret it, beauty.”
I study him in profile; look at him now is like admiring a piece of art. I reach out with trembling fingers, touching his cheek, tracing his jawline.
“Did you regret it?”
He exhales and looks at me. There is pain in his eyes, honesty and torment.
“No. But what do I know? I’m fucked up. I’m broken.”
I raise my eyebrows. “What? You’re not broken.”
Calum turn his head and pins me with his ocean blue gaze. “Kaia, if you think that I’m fine, you haven’t been listening. I’m damaged so irreparably, gone past the point of return. Why else do you think I pay you?”
I start to answer his question, indignant. Why would he say such mean things about himself?
Then I pause. This needs an especially light touch.
I suck in a breath.
“I don’t know what you’ve been through, Calum.” Finding his hand, I twine my fingers with his, gripping hard. “But I will say that I collect broken things. Things that no one else wants to save, things that other people think are garbage. They have a home with me.”
He squeezes his eyes closed for a long moment. The sound of his deep breaths fills the space between us. Then he looks at me, his hand coming up to cup my jaw.
He doesn’t say anything. He just kisses me hard, his lips almost brutal as they find mine.
When he’s done, he pulls me close. And I cuddle against him, wondering sleepily what makes a man like Calum tick.
Calum
