by A. E. Murphy
“I can’t wait,” I admit eagerly and suck on his lower lip making him groan. “Thank you.”
“Let’s celebrate,” he whispers, his eyes twinkling. “I’m hungry.”
“You want to go out for food?”
His eyes narrow with mischief, “I was thinking of something sweeter, something south.” South. Oh. My mouth forms this shape, he laughs a little and throws me onto his mattress. “Lay back and relax baby.”
“Okay,” I breathe and allow him to slide my trousers off, I even help him by raising my hips a little. Brilliant.
My legs are still jelly and it’s been two hours since I climaxed all over his face. I hope my mum doesn’t notice.
She’s sat in the living room smoking a cigarette and watching some realty show on TV when we get inside. I pause it and sit on the couch with Caleb by my side.
“Oh dear,” she says noticing my need to talk. He elbows rest on her knees as she looks at us both. “Go on. Spit it out.”
Okay. “I’m moving out.”
“No,” she says with a firm shake of her head. “You can’t afford to get distracted.”
“Mum,” I hiss and squeeze Caleb’s hand. “I’m eighteen, I’ve finished college, now all that’s left is University and I promise I’m not going to mess up. It means a lot to me. You know that.”
She shakes her head, “It’s not happening.”
“Mum.” I warn, wondering why she’s being so difficult.
“Come on Dawn,” Caleb pouts, his eyes wide like a puppy’s. “Think about it, we’re not far and you’ll get privacy and one less mouth to feed.”
“I don’t think you two realise how serious this is. What with your university classes and expenses.”
“Trust me Dawn, I do know how serious this is. I’ve never been more serious in my life.” I can tell by the stern expression on his face. My breath catches at the intensity of his eyes. “I want her with me, all of the time. I promise I won’t let her fail and I’ll send you her grades every month. If they drop to the point where you’re worried, I’ll bring her back here myself.” He looks at me apologetically before turning back to my mum. “Please?”
She chews her lower lip seeming to contemplate this for a moment, “On one condition.”
“What’s that?” I enquire, my excitement rising, my heart fluttering.
“You go on the injection or the implant or something,” she demands, giving me a pointed look.
I nod eagerly, “I’ll go on the pill.” Caleb quirks a brow at me, making my face heat at the awkwardness of this conversation. “What?”
“Nothing,” his face becomes a mask of cheekiness and I suddenly know where his trail of thoughts are leading. He knows I’m ready to lose my virginity. It’s not something we’ve spoken much about but if my saying I’ll go on birth control isn’t a huge green light then I don’t know what is. If I hadn’t have been ready I would’ve said to my mum that I’m still a virgin. Or maybe not. I don’t know. It’s an awkward conversation no matter who it’s with. “I’ll take her to the doctors first thing in the morning.”
“Okay,” my mum relents and places her palms flat on her knees, rubbing them a little. “I guess it’s okay that you move in with him.”
“Yay,” Caleb and I both say together. He laughs I crinkle my nose playfully, my mum rolls her eyes.
“Well, you are a match made in heaven I’ll give you that,” she adds jokingly and stands. “Are you staying for lunch or do you have things to do?”
“I’m going to pack.”
“I’m going to help.” Caleb grins and chases me up the stairs to my room. “Okay, you take that section.” He waves to the entire room. “And I’ll take this section.” He opens the top drawer of my chest of drawers and pulls out a pair of lacy pink French knickers.
Snatching them from his hand, I hand him a suitcase and place the lace inside. “Stop being a pervert.”
“Yes ma’am,” he grins over his shoulder as I start putting everything I want to take, onto the bed. Out of the corner of my eye I see him picking up my underwear with less speed than necessary and slowly placing them in the suitcase.
I grab a tennis ball off the shelf by my bed and throw it at his head.
“Ouch,” he laughs, dropping the thong. “What was that…?” I grab another and take aim. He laughs and holds his hands up. “Okay, okay I’ll be good.” I place the tennis balls on the bed, looking perplexed and feeling perplexed when he puts them back on the shelf. “I think we’ll leave these behind. You have a good aim.”
“Yep. Be warned.”
“Oh I’m thoroughly warned. If I go against your warning will you spank me?”
“You’re such a dork,” I giggle and go back to my job. “Hey Caleb.”
“Yes princess?”
“Thank you.”
His brows furrow, “For what?”
“For getting me out of here.”
He walks over to where I’m sat, I have to tip my head all the way back to see his face. His body dips as he places his soft lips against the bridge of my nose. “No problem Gwenny.”
Swoon.
We spend the evening unpacking my things after spending the afternoon boxing them up and fitting them in the car. We go through bills and utilities and figure out a way to pay for them until he finds a job.
My boss Derrick, who owns Chicago’s tells me to bring him in and we’ll give him a trial.
It’s safe to say he picks it up easily enough and works here most nights. I only work weekends as I work at the café during the week and as much as I love working with my boyfriend I also hate it because I have to watch girls fawn all over him. When I see him smiling or laughing with them I turn a dark shade of green. I trust him though, he announces to everyone that I’m his girlfriend and is always touching me when we cross paths. Most girls don’t care though, there’s one girl in particular who I want to feed to rabid wolves.
She’s stunningly beautiful and she lets him know she’s interested by showing up every Friday night and sometimes Saturday, in a different outfit to the one before. Each outfit slutty and revealing.
I see her before he goes to her table, she pulls her dress down and pushes her boobs out. Slut.
Fortunately my boyfriend can see straight through her and we laugh about her after every night. Her desperation is astounding. Whenever he’s taking her order and listening to her flirt shamelessly, he looks at me and pulls a face or winks. He doesn’t let her know he finds her severely unattractive though because he’s got a job to do and because of her obsession she’s spending a hell of a lot of money.
It’s the following Monday when Caleb takes me back to the place we met and sits by me just silently watching the waves flow across the sand. He’s holding my hand firmly, his thumb circling my palm.
I smile at his profile and his eyes meet mine. He looks at me with so much love in his eyes I can’t resist leaning in to kiss his perfect lips.
He smiles back at me and lowers me onto my back, his body hovers over mine as the kiss deepens.
It only lasts a few minutes and I’m so relaxed due to his fingers stroking my cheek that I barely register his words at first. “I’m falling in love with you Gwenny.” The way he says it is quiet but so sincere tears come to my eyes. “No,” he amends and runs his nose along mine. “I am in love with you. You’re the very reason for my existence.”
My breath hitches and my eyes flutter closed as his words warm every cell of my body. Opening my eyes, they connect with his, “I’m in love with you too Caleb.”
His easy smile returns, I notice his hands shaking as they stroke my skin, “I want you tonight. I want all of you. Will you give me, you?”
I blink a few times, shocked by his question. There’s only one answer though. Gulp. “Yes.”
“Thank you,” he whispers and slants his lips over mine. I relish the feel of his usual stubble scratching at my skin, it reminds me that he’s real, that this is real.
******
“I know,” I breathe and press my lips to his. “I love you too.”
He smiles and moves his lips to my neck, I press my hips up; my core aching for something it’s never felt but wants to feel. Badly.
My skin becomes sensitive and produces a layer of goose pimples.
Cable leans back onto his knees and pulls me to a sitting position with his hand behind my neck. His other hand slides around to cup my arse, pulling me slowly onto his lap.
In seconds my long, thick black hair is tumbling down my back and Caleb’s mouth is on my neck, his lips sucking and teasing as his fingers slowly unbutton the front of my beige cotton dress.
Feeling his mouth on me as his hands slowly slide the dress up my thighs and over my head almost makes me explode. The tingling and aching between my thighs feels so much worse but oh so better all at once.
Next my bra goes, I try not to shy away. He’s seen my breasts before but never has he stared at them like he is now. His eyes dark and intense. Leaning back, his lips parted, he brings his hands up to cup each one causing me to shiver. His fingers softly squeeze and roll the nipples making them harden into small pebbles.
“Beautiful,” he whispers and takes a nipple into his mouth. The suddenness of this makes me cry out. Not in pain but in pleasure. Bolts and bolts of pleasure spiral through my body before filling my womb causing it to clench and simmer. “Lie back baby.”
I lie back, watching him pull his t-shirt over his head before throwing it on the ground. I try not to frown but if he starts making a habit out of that we’re going to have problems.
He sees my frown and smiles, “I’ll pick it up later Miss Clean Freak.”
His long and talented fingers rid his jeans of his belt, moments later he’s completely naked and hovering over me. I’m only wearing my French knickers and I’m wondering why there is anything between us.
“Just lie there and relax baby,” he tells me and kisses his way down my torso.
Every touch of his lips makes me want to squeeze my thighs together, every nibble of his teeth makes my back arch and every whisper of his breath makes me moan.
His lips stop just below the button on my naval, his fingers hook into the side of my underwear and as his lips slowly descend his hands do to, until his mouth is there and my pants are off.
I groan and grab the bed sheet when his tongue slides between my lips and finds my sensitive nub. It’s a sensation I never want to stop feeling.
He bends my legs and flattens his tongue against me, swiping it up and down slowly and torturously. I’m a mess of feeling and emotion. My hands have pulled on the sheets so much it’s come off the top corners of the bed.
Then his finger enters me, I freeze. It hurts a little but not too much, he’s gentle and only probing a tiny fraction. He’s never penetrated me before so the feeling is entirely foreign and I’m not sure that I like it.
Something builds deep down. I’ve had orgasms before but I have a feeling this is going to be so much bigger than the rest. My embarrassment soon leaves the building as my hands grip his head and my hips bucks desperately against his face. It’s his finger inside, giving me something to clench around that is making this experience so much better than the rest.
I explode with a loud cry. I barely register the fact he slides up my body and poises himself at my entrance.
As my orgasm continues he slowly pushes inside. I wince with the pain mingling with the pulsing pleasure.
“Ready Gwenny?” he asks, his eyes on mine.
I nod slightly. I’m ready.
“This is going to hurt baby but I’ll make it better I promise,” he explains and there’s a tearing sensation deep inside as he thrusts his hips forward. It knocks the wind out of me and brings tears to my eyes. I cry out and try to move away but he sinks in deeper and holds me in place with his hips and his chest. “You feel so good Gwenny.” He slides out, causing me even more pain and then pushes back in.
“Stop,” I sob and shove at his shoulders but he doesn’t budge. “It hurts.”
“I know, I’m sorry, I won’t move, I just had to get it in as far as possible,” he kisses my tears away, one of his thumbs stroking my side soothingly. “I’m sorry. Don’t cry.”
The initial pain fades but there’s still a deep and dull ache that won’t seem to shift.
“I’ll go slowly but I’ll make it quick,” he promises and kisses my mouth languidly. “Then we can go again in a couple of hours and I swear it won’t feel like this.”
I look into his amazing brown eyes full of love and concern and nod slowly. I want to stop, I also don’t. It hurts but it also feels good to be connected to him.
He moves slowly, in and out, never going too deep for fear of hurting me. Watching his face as my body pleasures him makes me tingle all over. It’s an amazing sight. One I’ll cherish forever.
“You feel so good,” he whispers and kisses my neck. “Honestly babe. I’ve never felt anything so good.” His head comes up, his lips slightly smiling. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” I hold his shoulders as he picks up the pace. The dull ache still there but not as intense. I know I’m not going to finish, he knows it too and it’s why he gave me the orgasm before and will probably give me another one after.
His hips slide slowly back and forth, his long, thick and hard member moving in and out. My channel clenches him when he tries to leave and clenches tighter when he’s in. My body doesn’t want him to move away from me.
I was made for him.
The looks of wonder as his pleasure builds, the smiles when I moan, the scrunching of the eyes and shudders when he feels particularly sensitive. All of these I burn onto my brain. All of them I’ll never forget and all of them I want to see again.
When he orgasms, he thrusts in deep; a little too deep but I don’t care. I wrap my legs around the back of his thighs and hold him as tightly to me as possible. His member thickens and grows inside of me, it heats and throbs. I feel it all. I hear his moans and groans before finally releasing my name with his pleasure on a choked cry.
Collapsing on top of me I feel him softening inside. It’s not uncomfortable but it is definitely weird.
“Are you okay?” I ask and trail my fingers up his back.
“Give me a second, I need to find my way back from heaven,” he pants, his chest heaving against mine as he tries to catch his breath.
I laugh and cringe as he slips out with more fluid than should be possible, leaving me feeling empty and hollow but blissfully happy.
“Ewww,” I remark and feel his body begin to shake. “Don’t laugh at me, that’s kind of gross.”
He only laughs harder, “I’ll clean you up. Stay there.”
“Kay,” I respond and keep perfectly still, not liking the feel of the gooey wetness between my thighs.
When he finally cleans me up the smile on his face is huge. He even holds up the damp cloth to show me my red blood mixed with the other bodily fluids. “Stop giving me that face. It’s beautiful.”
“I think we have different opinions on beauty,” I state and roll out of bed, glaring at the pink stain in the centre. “Damn it. These are Egyptian cotton.”
“Oops, I never thought about that,” he apologizes and strips the sheet off the bed. “Sit. I’ll deal with this.”
And deal with it he does.
Finally we curl up in bed and I’m exhausted. It doesn’t stop him from bringing me to orgasm once more though. He would’ve done it twice but I was too sated and sore to go again.
My head rests on his chest, his arms hold me tightly and after a few sweetly whispered words and gentle caresses, we finally fall asleep. Best night of my life.
Chapter Four
The weeks fly by and our relationship only gets stronger. I begin my a
dvanced culinary and baking and even make two new friends, Sasha who’s a stunning blonde with startling blue eyes and Tommy who’s extremely handsome with mousy brown hair and brown eyes.
At first when I told Caleb about him he got jealous.
I remember just striking up conversation on how Tommy had taken myself and Sasha for coffee. He flipped.
No… he freaked.
“What do you mean he took you for coffee?” He frowns, looking impossibly cute.
I slide onto his lap and roll my eyes, “It’s just coffee, he’s a nice guy, you’ll like him.”
“No I won’t,” he pouts but his smile is slowly returning.
“Why’s that?”
“Because he gets your attention when I don’t.”
I giggle and slap his arm.
“Abuser! Abuser!”
“Stop it,” I laugh and slam my lips onto his. “Quickie before class?”
“No,” he’s pouting again.
“Since when don’t you want a quickie?”
“Since you started dating another man.”
I laugh again, my entire body shaking, “Then you better mark me where he can see and cover me in your scent. Just in case.”
His grin is wicked and alluring, I want to lick it. “Hell yeah.” I’m up over his shoulder before I have a chance to blink. He slaps my arse and carries me up the stairs. “By the time I’m done you aren’t even going to remember his name.”
“Who’s?”
“Good girl,” he smiles whilst pushing inside after moving my pants to the side. “That’s better.”
“Mm.”