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AMELIA

Life has a funny way of giving you what you need instead of what you think you want. For so long, it felt like me versus love, when really, love had been on my side all along, just waiting for me to stop being so stubborn and let it in.

It’s always been him.

After Caleb hurriedly paid for our class, our instructor let us place our poorly made and squished clay sculptures on the shelf to air dry, so we can pick them up next week.

He wastes no time following behind me as I unlock my front door. The moment it clicks shut behind us, his fingers hook around my belt loop, tugging me against him.

“I want you to remember something,” he murmurs.

“Remember what?”

“I’m a gentleman and I fully respect you.”

My head tilts in confusion.“I know that.”

“Good because the way I want to make love to you tonight isn’t the best representation of that.”

Holy shit.

His hands slip under my ass as he hoisters me up. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist as he claims my lips in a deep, heated kiss as he stalks toward my bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.

He pulls off his shirt and leans down, planting kisses along my jawline. His tongue flicks out, leaving a burning trail down to the hollow of my throat.

“Caleb,” I whisper.

“Yes?”

“What’s your fantasy? You know mine. It’s only fair.”

His eyes darken and shift into something dangerous. “My fantasy is seeing you on your knees with your mouth wrapped around my cock.”

Oh. My. God. The mouth this man has is enough to put me into cardiac arrest.

Without saying another word, my fingers tug desperately at his belt, fumbling slightly as my heart pounds against my chest.

Then he slides off his pants leaving him in only his boxers and my eyes drop to the bulge straining against the fabric. I’m both nervous and unbearably eager.

With a sharp exhale he shoves his boxers down, tossing them aside, freeing his hard cock.

His entire body looks sculpted to perfection.

Lowering to my knees, I wrap my fingers around his length. The heat of his skin singes against my palm as I look up at him and stroke, slowly.

“Shit.” He pants, gripping the base of my ponytail tightly. “Open your mouth.”

The command in his voice makes my core ache and needy. He doesn’t have to tell me twice.

My lips part as I take in just the tip, swirling my tongue. Then I envelop him fully, feeling him hit the back of my throat, making me gag.

I look up at him, locking eyes as I suck slowly, wanting to savor every inch. He thrusts his hips gently, and I rest my palms against his thighs to steady myself.

“Please don’t stop,” he whimpers, thrusting faster, fucking my mouth until drool runs down my chin.

Every nerve in my body ignites, my drenched underwear clinging to me, desperate for him to fill me. I circle my tongue around the head, tasting his pre-cum, and moan.

Pulling back, I focus on the tip again, stroking him with both hands. His head falls back, chest heaving.

“Fuck. I can’t take it.” He bends down, devouring my lips in a fierce, desperate kiss.

I grin with pride just before he lifts me off the ground and guides me to my mirror.

This is what I’ve been craving. Someone who isn’t afraid to take what they want.

He tugs my jeans down with rough urgency, and I step out, kicking them aside as he strips off my sweater, exposing my already peaked nipples.

“No bra?” He groans, spinning me around to capture one nipple with his mouth. His warm tongue circles it as he cups my breasts, squeezing and kneading.

“Oh,” I moan, my eyes fluttering. I need him. I can’t wait anymore.

He starts to pull away to grab his jeans from the floor, but I grip his arm.

“Wait,” I say. “I’m on the pill, if you’re okay with that.”

“I’ve been tested. I haven’t been with anyone.” He spins me to face the mirror, pressing close behind me, his thumb tracing slow circles on my hips. “I want to feel you. All of you.”

“Please.”

“Don’t take your eyes off us,” he commands, his breath grazing my ear. “I want you to watch me fuck you.”

The moment I nod, he grips himself, positioning at my slick center. He slides against my slit, slowly, until I’m trembling beneath him.

Then he eases the head of his cock inside me, inch by inch, stretching me until I gasp.

God.

He gives me a moment, letting me adjust, before pulling back and driving balls deep inside me.

“Fuck!” My palms slam against the glass mirror for balance as my breath catches in my throat.

“You’re so tight,” he groans, kissing along my neck. His grip tightens at my hips, and he begins a rhythm, pulling out and thrusting back in, harder, deeper, until stars dance behind my eyes.

The force of his brutal thrusts draws sharp cries from my lips, and I lower my head, overwhelmed.

Caleb’s hand tangles in my hair, tugging until I’m forced to meet our reflection.

“Keep watching,” he coos. “Look how pretty you are.”

“Oh shit,” I pant, eyes fixed on our bodies in the mirror. I’ve never felt so alive.

My hair’s disheveled, eyes glazed over, and sweat slick on my skin. God, we look so good together. His eyes are dark, filled with pure lust. “Harder.”

He obeys, his pace ruthless now. One hand reaches around to press low on my stomach, the pressure making my whole body pulse.

“You like this, don’t you?” he taunts, lips brushing my shoulder. “Watching me fuck you from behind.”

All I can do is nod and whine. His other hand slides up to cup my breast, teasing and pinching my nipple. I’m so close to coming… it’s too much.

“You feel so fucking good,” he hisses, frantically pounding into me.

“Oh, God!” The pleasure hits hard and fast, white-hot and blinding. My legs quiver, as I glide my fingers down the mirror, smudging it as the shockwaves take over me.

“Come inside me,” I plead, pushing my hips back, chasing every wave of sensation I can pull even though I could cry from the immense pleasure.

His eyes screw shut, and with one powerful drive, he groans loudly as he releases, burying my neck with kisses.

I lazily collapse, feeling boneless against the glass as he curses, both of our bodies going rigid.

Then he scoops me up and carries me to the bed.

He disappears into the bathroom, returning with a cloth to clean me up. I lie back, smiling and completely worn out.

“You’re smiling pretty hard,” he teases.

“Because that was the best sex of my life.” I say, still trying to catch my breath. “ Like, life-changing.”

He chuckles breathlessly, leaning down to kiss me. I tug him down beside me until we’re both laughing and tangled up in the sheets.

There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.