We Are One to Be
I don’t know when the tears started flowing.
Everything, it was just so overwhelming.
The storm, and Callum, together made for a confusing mix. And of course Callum came over and hugged me, like nothing had changed between us, like everything was the same.
It was the same.
It didn’t feel unnatural when he started to run his hand through my hair, or tried to console me. “Everything will be fine, I promise.”
Why did he have to say that?
He kissed me on my forehead. I broke away from him and looked up. Instead of stopping, he kissed me, long and hard, passionately like we always did. I never stopped him.
I don’t care what happens next, just please let me have this.
Seeing him without his clothes that morning, it’s like he looked hotter than before, more ripped, and muscular than I remembered. I felt his chest underneath the palms of my hand, and it was firm. His hands glided across my body in a familiar rhythm. It was strange, but I almost felt ashamed. He put his finger to my chin and lifted it, and kissed me again.
He then broke off, and stood, helped me up. “Let’s take it to the bedroom.”
I was about to walk toward the door, when he grabbed me from behind, and pulled me back into him. His breathe grazed the skin of my neck. “Wait,” he whispered, and I was still wondering what he was doing, when he lifted me up and moved me to the bedroom. He gently set me down on the bed and traced his finger up the seam of my pants. I slowly shimmied my pants off taking the underwear with it. He positioned himself between my legs and kissed my stomach while he toyed with my newly exposed love button. I responded immediately, a gentle moan and fingers in his hair. A trail of kisses led him to my warm, wet, pussy. Like a man obsessed, he dove into it, kissing, suckling, and slurping. Lifting my hips, he rubbed his tongue along my inner walls and I responded by grinding on his face.
“You taste so good, baby.”
“Callum…”
He didn’t respond, just resumed what he was doing and wrapped his lips around my clit, flicking the very end with his tongue. I was shaking hard and almost pushed off of him. He hardened his grip and explored deep inside me with generous finger strokes.
“I need you Callum,” I said, without thinking. I was grasping at blankets and moaning louder. He switched up his pace, not letting me adjust. He switched from plunging his tongue into me and rubbing me from the inside, to intricate flicks and nudges to my heightened pleasure. It was only a few minutes before the rush of my first orgasm hit.
He finally stopped and came up. “I missed you Jess,” he said. “I missed us. The way you smell, I can never get over it. It’s like an aphrodisiac.”
He took off his pants, and stood in front of me. Naked. Looking that way, I almost averted my eyes, but I seemed to be stuck on him. He pushed me down playfully, pulled off my shirt and bra, letting my breasts go free. Cupping one he traced the nipple with his tongue stopping to rub the nipple gently with a thumb, the other hand still buried in my wet pussy. My head leaned back, and the moans intensified. "Your body is so perfect, and you taste so good." I needed to hear these words. I needed to know that someone wanted me above all things, and I knew he did.
The head of his cock pressed to my puffed lips, and between my flowing juices and the excited precum his entrance came with a clean smooth thrust. He leaned forward and nibbled my earlobe and moved down to where my jaw met my neck. The gentle pressure of his teeth on my neck with push of the second deep thrust triggered a chain reaction of intense pleasure. We shared another deep kiss while we got into a familiar yet exciting rhythm.
He started going harder and faster, and we both came.
When he lay panting right next to me, I was getting strangely emotional. I didn’t want to be that girl who cried after having sex, but there I was, completely crying uncontrollably and Callum was clearly concerned. “Jess, what’s wrong?”
“I don’t know.”
“Jess, you can tell me.”
“I don’t feel like we did something wrong,” I said. “What’s wrong with me?”
He took me in his arms and kissed my forehead. “Jess. Life is complicated. You can’t think about every mistake as something you have to hold on to forever. You can’t punish us both.”
“I wanted to be over you.”
“So, did I.”
“And?”
“Jess, I disappointed you. I broke your heart. For a long time, I thought I was cursed because when you left, it was like I wasn’t that person anymore, who said all those things. I’ve been away from happiness for so long, I don’t want to be anymore. We’re not getting any younger.”
“We’re not?”
He laughed. Kissed me again, on the same place. “I love you, Jess.”
I hugged him back, but I didn’t think I could say it back.
Fortunately, he was fast asleep before he noticed.