it, she’d always be in my life.
Bree couldn’t respond, too lost in the sensation of being fucked, apparently. Sweat lined her brow, and I made sure to keep my pace slow and gentle. It helped me last longer, too. The feeling of being buried inside her, how tight and warm she was…I nearly lost it immediately, like I thought I would.
I didn’t, though.
No, I actually made it for about a minute.
Hey, not proud of it, but I couldn’t help it. I’d been craving this for months now, and it felt too damned good.
When I came, I first felt it in my balls. I didn’t bother to try to stop it, knowing we had food out there cooking. If I ruined dinner, I’d feel bad. Besides, we had the rest of our lives to have long, repeated sex sessions, anyway.
My whole back tensed, a low groan escaping me as my thrusting became short and erratic, quick little pumps as cum shot out of my tip, caught by the condom.
Yeah, I didn’t think her parents would forgive me if I got her pregnant.
I nearly collapsed on her when my orgasm faded, and she laughed. She didn’t push me off her, though; she wrapped her arms around my lower back and held me close, my dick still inside her.
Frankly, I could lay there with her all night.
Alas, with the lasagna cooking, I knew we had to get up. Or, at least, I did. I placed a kiss on Bree’s cheek, murmuring, “Don’t move. Let me go check dinner, and then I’ll help clean up.” I wasn’t sure how much of a mess there was, but I’d heard there was a bit of blood sometimes.
It didn’t matter. I would do anything for this girl, and then some. Some might think I was exaggerating when I said she was the air I breathed, but I wasn’t. I meant it. Bree Stone was everything to me, and I was nothing but a hopeless romantic.
Chapter Twenty-One – Calum
I had to work a bit later than I wanted to that Friday night, so that’s why I told Mason I would be over Saturday, instead. He worked a midday shift at the store, so the plan was for him to pick up Bree, bring her over to his place, and then when I got there, she’d let me in.
I could always go to her parents’ house, but then we wouldn’t have privacy. Needless to say, I wanted privacy, as much as I could get when it came to Bree.
And the time I spent with her? It was never enough. It’s why, after my lease was up, I planned on telecommuting most days and moving back to Sumit. I had no idea if I would get my own place somewhere, or if Mason and I would find a bigger place and share it, since we were both dating Bree, but all of those decisions would happen later. Right now, it was early on Saturday morning, and Mason had already told me he’d be heading over her house to pick her up soon.
I timed my drive so that when I arrived, Mason would be gone and Bree would be all alone in his apartment.
When I was ten minutes away, I called her up, and I stayed on the phone with her until I pulled into the parking lot of Mason’s apartment. “I’m here,” I said, smiling to myself as I headed to the side door.
“I can’t wait,” Bree whispered. If I had to guess, I’d bet she sat on the couch, smiling softly to herself as she talked to me. “I missed you.”
I loved hearing those words from her. “I missed you, too.” That, and so much more. Being apart from her really was difficult; probably the most difficult thing I’d ever had to do in my life. I really wasn’t cut out for long-distance relationships. I needed to be able to hold her, to touch her, to feel her skin on mine and just be with her.
Hell, even in the same room as her. I wasn’t picky. I just liked being near. Was that so wrong?
I made it to Mason’s door, knocking once. I hung up the phone before Bree answered, and she greeted me with a smile. Before she could say anything, I swept inside, threw my arms around her and pulled her to my chest, hugging her close. The door shut of its own accord, and I angled my head down, meeting her lips with mine.
She tasted just