“Yes.” His lips trailed along her neck as his hands slid up her stomach, cupping her breasts gently. “You want to head to my place?”
“Uh huh.” Once again, his parents were out of town. They never seemed to stay home for too long, but Callum always said it was because his dad liked to travel. She supposed that worked out in their favor, at least for tonight.
They exited the apartment quietly and hurried to his car like two thieves on a mission. She was pretty sure the Mission Impossible theme song played in her mind the entire time.
Once they were on the road, it was all she could do to keep herself calm. Tonight was the night. God, she was going to die before they got to his house.
Thankfully, no such dying happened and they were in his house before the sun came up.
Their clothes were off before the birds began to chirp.
As Callum hovered above her, his eyes on hers and his lips adorning hers with soft, heart-bursting kisses, all Lydia could think about was how perfect everything had been between them.
She was so in love and never wanted to fall out of it. All she wanted was this man for the rest of forever, and that’s why she was giving him a piece of herself no one else could ever have.
“We’ll go slow.” He promised as he settled between her legs, carefully and strategically putting on a condom.
Lydia appreciated that. Though there was no physical possibility of her becoming pregnant, she liked that Callum kept it genuine between them. He treated her as she wanted to be treated—like a woman. Plus, she knew he had had partners before her and though he’d been tested and was clean, it only added to the intensity of what was happening between them now.
Two people who cared about one another coming together for the first time.
“You got the lube, didn’t you?” She asked breathlessly.
They had discussed it before hand—the possibility of having sex. She’d explained to him that she couldn’t produce natural lubricant like other women and if they were going to have a pleasant experience together, they needed it.
Much to her delight, Callum lifted the small bottle into the air and grinned. “Yep.”
“Great.” She laughed nervously, biting at her bottom lip.
Could he hear her heart beating? It was so fast and hard, threatening to leap from her throat. She was terrified, but ready.
She wanted this.
She wanted him.
“Okay, baby. Just let me know if it’s uncomfortable.” He whispered, placing himself at her entrance.
It’s going to be okay. She reassured herself as sweat began to appear on her forehead. You’ve been preparing for this all week.
True. She’d used her dilator religiously, going a little deeper than usual, stretching and readying her body for him. This wasn’t all about her—she wanted him to enjoy it, too. Luckily, for both of them, he was just the right size.
He’s perfect. She thought as he began to fill her. It felt so different from the dilator, but it was welcomed. He was warm and hard and wonderful.
Once he was all the way inside, he stilled and gazed at her. His arms visibly trembled as he kept his weight off her, studying her face for any signs of discomfort.
If it were possible to fall deeper in love with him, it happened at that very moment.
“Good?” He asked, searching her face.
“Good.” She nodded quickly. “Please, Callum. Make love to me.”
“You have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming about this.” He admitted, slowly pulling back and thrusting even slower. “I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I met you, Lydia.”
She gasped when he began to thrust faster. The sensations were hard to describe, but ‘holy shit’ came to mind as she dug her nails into his back and wrapped her legs around his waist.
“Faster.” She pleaded, closing her eyes.
And he obliged.
“God, Lydia. You feel wonderful.” He groaned into her ear, moving his hips quick and with expertise. “So wonderful, baby. God...”
Yes, she too wanted to praise God for the glorious gift of a man he’d placed in her life. She’d never been very religious before, but she’d thank their creator until Kingdom Come as long as the beautiful creature above her didn’t stop doing what he was doing.
“Harder, Callum!” She panted. Sweat trickled between her breasts. Lifting her head to watch him disappear inside of her, she whimpered and arched her back, begging him to get as close as possible. She needed him inside of her in all the ways he could be: her body, her heart, her mind, and her soul.
“Gonna...cum...” He growled moments later, kissing her jaw. “I won’t last much longer.”
“It’s okay.” She rolled her hips upwards, crying out as his pelvic bone rubbed against her clit. Tiny jolts of pleasure became deafening blasts of pure bliss and it was all she could do to hold on. “Oh my god. Callum...Callum!”
“That’s it, baby.” He groaned. “Come for me. I need you to come for me, Lydia.”
Everything around them disappeared. The light flooding in through the bedroom window seemed brighter than ever, like a blinding glimpse of heaven as her skin was set on fire and her soul detached from her body. Nothing made sense, yet had never been clearer in her life as she cried out in ecstasy and pushed her over the edge.
She clung to him desperately, riding out the most magnificent orgasm of her life as her body convulsed and the world crashed around them in a beautiful combination of fire and ice, pleasure and bliss, love and lust.
It could have only been seconds or maybe even hours, but Lydia didn’t dare move until Callum rolled away from her to dispose of the condom.
As the cool air of the room licked at her heaving, sweaty breasts, she smiled lazily and finally understood why Scarlett O’Hara had stretched and smiled the way she did after her night with Rhett Butler.
It totally made sense now.
This was what it felt like to have one’s world rocked.
Callum gathered her into his arms and kissed her temple, his affection for her almost too much to bear as tears pricked her eyes.
Never had she ever imagined something so wonderful...someone so wonderful, being a part of her life.
He was the home she never knew she wanted until now.
“Lydia?” He whispered cautiously, his heart hammering against his chest as he cuddled her to himself.
“Hm?” She asked tiredly, smiling to herself as she laced their fingers together.
“I love you.”
Closing her eyes and allowing a single tear to escape, she lifted his hand to her lips and kissed his knuckles, the smile on her face threatening to become permanent.
“I love you, Callum. I love you so much.”
“I’m glad.” He whispered tiredly. “Because I don’t plan on letting you leave after your time is up. You have to stay here now.”
“I’m okay with that.” And she truly was. “I don’t plan on leaving ever again.”
“It would break my heart if you did.”
She rolled over to face him and even in the dark, she could see the tears in his eyes.
“It would break mine, too.”
They gazed into each other’s eyes until it was impossible to stay awake. The last thing she remembered before falling asleep was Callum whispering those three little words a final time.
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Callum
Bacon.
That’s what woke him up: the smell of bacon.
Stretching in bed, he released a quiet yawn and glanced at the clock on his nightstand.
12:47.
Halloween of 2015 was definitely one he’d not soon forget, if ever. He’d made love to the most beautiful woman on earth and he intended to do it again as soon as possible.
Finding a clean pair of briefs and putting them on, he wandered down the hallway and found his goddess standing in front of the stove, humming softly to herself as she cracked open an egg and placed it in the skillet.
Her long brown hair was disheveled in a too-sexy way, resting against her naked shoulders and bouncing only when she moved. The pair of lacy red panties she wore clung to her curves perfectly, but they did little in hiding her heart-shaped ass from his hungry gaze.
He swallowed hard, remembering their night together and the sweet sting of her nails on his back. God, it took all he had in him to keep from picking her up and taking her back to the bedroom.
She began to sing and it didn’t take long for him to realize she was singing in French.
I didn’t know she knew French.
A playful grin crossed his lips as he inched into the kitchen, recognizing the tune from a movie he’d watched a few times as a kid; Cinderella.
Her voice grew louder and louder as she sang, multi-tasking seamlessly, moving finished bacon to the plate and placing fresh pieces into the skillet. She grabbed for the spatula to turn over the eggs when his arms tangled around her.
“Callum!” She gasped, laughing. “Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what, sweetheart?” He pressed a kiss to her jaw and leaned into her, feeling her soft curves mesh with his hard muscles.
Absolute. Heaven.
“Scare me.” She answered, carefully flipping the eggs. “I didn’t even know you were awake. Did I wake you?”
“No, baby. Bacon woke me.” He chuckled, swaying from side to side with her in his arms. “Did you sleep good?”
“Best sleep I’ve ever had in my life.”
“Are you sore?”
“A little. It mostly feels like I went a really long time without hitting the gym and my body’s paying for it.” She placed the spatula on the counter and turned in his arms, peering up at him with her gorgeous, foam-green eyes. “How about you? Did you sleep well?”
“I always sleep well.” He grinned. “But I slept amazingly with you in my arms. We’ll have to do that more often.”
“Yeah?” She giggled as he dusted noisy kisses against her neck, kissing his way across her shoulder. “I’d like that.”
“I’d like it, too. Can I help you set the table?”
“It’s already set.”
He lifted his head and stared into the dining room, arching an eyebrow. “How long have you been awake, exactly?”
“Since ten or so.” She shrugged.
“You’re a doll.” He kissed the corner of her mouth and pulled away.
“Where do you think you’re going?” She placed her hand against the back of his neck and claimed his lips with hers in a hungry kiss.
God, he loved when she got brave like that. His hands gripped her waist and pulled her body against his again, kissing the living daylights out of her as their breakfast was soon forgotten.
Callum had his own form of breakfast on the kitchen counter as the rest of the bacon and their eggs burned. He would have moved the skillet off the burner—honest to God, he would have—had he not been so busy devouring the sweetness known as Lydia.
Keeping her legs high in the air, he buried his mouth against her clit, licking and sucking until she began to tremble, begging him to stop.
“No more,” she whined, moaning so beautifully it nearly hurt. “Please, Callum. Oh...Oh, please!”
He lifted his head and gazed at her, teasing his fingertips over her leg. “Are you sure?” He asked breathlessly, giving her a lopsided grin. “I can keep going.”
“I think...I think it might fall off if you keep doing it.” She said, her face reddening.
“Baby, I don’t think that’s possible.” He lowered her legs and helped her into a sitting position. “I just really like doing that to you.”
Truth be told, he just really loved the noises she made and he liked being responsible for her orgasms. Making Lydia come definitely brought out the Tarzan in him; made him want to beat on his chest and swing from vines, even.
“I like that you like doing it to me,”—she glanced towards the stove and frowned—“Oh, damn...”
“Don’t worry about that. We can make more.” He shrugged. “I guess I just wanted my dessert first.”
Lydia wrinkled her nose and stuck her tongue out at him. “You’re bad.”
“But you like it.” He winked.
The sound of the garage door opening caught his ears and he stared at her quizzically.
“That’s weird.” He stated, leaning back just enough to see through the kitchen window. “Oh, shit.”
“What is it?” Lydia asked in a panicked voice.
“My parents are home.” He was calm about it because he didn’t see the big deal. So his parents came home unannounced—so what?
But Lydia, on the other hand, didn’t see it the way he did. She yelped and hopped off the counter, nearly knocking him over in the process, and darted down the hallway. His bedroom door slammed just as the front door opened and his mom stepped inside.
“Oh, my heavens. What’s burning, Callum Lee?”
“Bacon,” he replied. “And eggs.”
“Are you trying to burn my house down?” His mother questioned angrily, hurrying to the stove and removing the skillets, turning the burners off. “What on earth were you thinking?”
“Sorry, Mom. I got preoccupied.” He grinned, amused with the joke his mother wouldn’t get. “How was your trip?”
“Boring.” She reached for one of her cookbooks and began fanning the air. “Your father took me to a museum in Tennessee. You know how he likes his museums.”
“I remember.” He nodded, recalling the dozens of trips they’d taken just for the sake of history. A kid could only see so many statues of presidents before they got bored. “If you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all.”
“Exactly. But you can’t tell him that. Oh, Callum. It stinks in here. Burnt bacon is the worst smell.”
Funnily enough, the only thing he could smell was Lydia’s scent. It didn’t help that he’d been between her thighs for the past twenty minutes or so. He stepped behind the counter to hide his raging hard-on, all the while maintaining his innocence.
What Mama don’t know won’t hurt her.
He did need to check on Lydia soon though. She was probably freaking out and the last thing he wanted was for her to be scared of his parents. She’d had enough fear in her life already.
“So what’s Dad doing now?” He questioned, glancing towards the kitchen window again. “Will he be coming in anytime soon or is he loafing around in the garage?”
“Oh, honey, I never know what your dad is doing anymore.” Mrs. Reynolds threw a hand up in the air, rolling her eyes. “He’ll probably come in when he’s hungry.”
“Okay. Well, do you want some breakfast?”
“You mean the crispy mess you’ve left in my skillets?” She arched an eyebrow. “I’ll pass.”
“Suit yourself.”
“Callum.” She used her ‘mother’ tone and he followed her gaze to the kitchen table. There was no doubt in his mind she was observing the two candles in the center of it and the fresh vase of flowers. Lydia had put a lot of thought into their breakfast.
Damn my need to taste her as much as possible. He felt a little guilty.
“Were you expecting company?”
“Sort of?” He glanced down the hallway again and his eyebrows shot up on his forehead.
“Oh.” Her eyes widened. “Oh. Is she here?” She whispered.
“In my bedroom.” Callum nodded, grinning proudly. “She ran for it when I said you were home.”
“Callum!” His mother was horrified. “You let her panic over us—over me? Shame on you! That poor girl is probably terrified.”
He quickly leapt in front of her when she started towards the bedroom and she shielded her eyes.
“For goodness’ sake, Callie. You don’t have any clothes on!”
“I’ve got on underwear,” he laughed. “You’ve seen me in them a million times.”
“Yes,
but...but...”—she became flustered—“You’ve probably been...oh, my god. Go get your clothes on!”
“All right, all right! Geez.” He chuckled, narrowly avoiding a swat to his rear. Hustling to his room, he eased the door open and put on the biggest smile he could. “I come in peace, beautiful. It’s all clear out here.”
When she didn’t answer, he pushed the door all the way open and stepped inside, looking for her.
“Lydia? Babe?”
No reply.
“It’s honestly okay. My mom knows you’re here. Are you hiding from me?” He peered around the bed, disheveled from their lovemaking, and then made his way to the closet. Pulling it open, he was greeted by nothing but clothes.
His heart fell into his stomach and he turned around to gaze at the open window.
She didn’t. He thought, gripping the sill and peering down at the empty lawn. Lydia...
He ran out of his room and hurried back towards the kitchen, his heart, beating faster than he could ever remember, kept time with his racing mind.
“Lydia?” He called out. “Where are you?”
“What’s wrong, Callum?” His mother asked, glancing up from the sink. “Honey?”
“She’s not in my room.”
“Perhaps she went to the bathroom?”
“No, the window was open. She must have climbed out of it.” The thought alone should have been amusing, but the jump from his window was at least five feet. What if she hurt herself?
“You can’t go out there in your underwear, Callum Davis! Someone might see you.”
“I don’t care.” He yanked the front door open and skidded to a halt when he came face to face with his father.
“What’s your hurry, son?” Mr. Reynolds asked with a mischievous grin. “Did you lose something?”
Callum didn’t know what he was talking about until his father stepped aside to reveal Lydia, her head hung in shame, standing behind him. She had leaves in her hair and a scrape on her leg, her shoes locked in a death grip between her fingers.
“Lydia.” He breathed, reaching out to pull her into his arms. “What were you thinking?”
“I didn’t know what all the commotion was when I heard a thud against the garage wall.” His father stated, stroking the grey whiskers on his chin. “But then came this pretty girl, hobbling around the corner and I thought to myself, ‘where did she come from?’ Then it all made sense.” He eyed his son, chuckling softly. “You know we don’t mind you having company over, Callie, but you could’ve at least told the girl we were nice people.”
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