Page 20 of Another Last Call
“I thought you’d never ask.”
He removed his shirt first, then tugged on my jeans, bringing them down at the same time as my panties. As he took his pants off, I reached into the nightstand drawer and dug through to find a condom I knew was somewhere near the back of the drawer. As subtly as I could, I looked for the expiration date. It may have been a few years since I’d gotten laid, but it wasn’t like I’d set out to be celibate for the rest of my life and I’d bought a box of condoms a couple of years earlier, hoping someone might break my dry spell.
They hadn’t, obviously, but it had been recent enough that I could breathe a sigh of relief when the date on the packet was still good.
His jeans were off by then and he had returned to his spot between my legs, his cock brushing against my thigh. He stroked it a few times as I handed him the condom. With practiced hands, he tore the packet open and rolled it on, then positioned his cock at my entrance.
Without another word, he plunged into me, his thick head stretching my pussy lips. In unison, we sighed, and after a few tentative thrusts so I could adjust to him, he began a steady but deliciously satisfying rhythm.
It was intoxicating to have him inside of me. The walls of my pussy gripped him as he sheathed himself inside me, the slight curve of his cock meaning that the head nudged against those perfect spots inside of me. His weight was heavy against my body and my breasts squished against his chest, though it felt incredible. After a bit, he propped himself up on his elbows to keep from crushing me, though my nipples still brushed against his skin. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him on harder, deeper, raising my hips to meet his as he penetrated me. I hadn’t expected to come again, but the feel of his body against mine, his cock filling me, and his breath against my face was pushing me to the edge.
“I’m not going to last long,” he groaned. “Maggie, you feel so good…”
“Just a little longer,” I gasped. “Just fuck me a little bit longer…”
Looking back, I can see why that sentence achieved the opposite purpose.
“Fuck,” he grunted, his eyes squeezing shut. A pained expression crossed his face and he staggered, then groaned and stilled. Even with the condom, I could feel his cock twitch as he blew his load.
“Sorry,” he said miserably.
I refused to let it be over and pulled his face down to mine.
“Stay inside me,” I demanded, and I wriggled my hand between our bodies as I kissed him.
He held still as I finished, fingering my clit as his cock softened inside me. It wasn’t long before I came again, moaning against his mouth as my body shook beneath him. I gasped for air, my legs tight around his waist as my body tensed and relaxed.
Caleb kissed me one last time before pulling out. My legs flopped to the bed as he moved out from between them. I watched as he took off the condom and wrapped it up, directing him to the garbage can in the bathroom. When he returned, he lay back down beside me, his skin almost cool against the searing warmth of my body.
“Is this the part where I insist that I never come that fast, even though both times I’ve been with you are probably the shortest I’ve ever lasted?” he asked.
I chuckled, then curled up against his chest as he wrapped his arms around me. “I believe you.”
“Fuck. That means you don’t believe me.”
“You’ll have to prove it to me some other time.”
The arms enveloping me tensed. Caleb didn’t respond, and I felt my pulse quicken as I thought I’d said something wrong.
“Sorry. I made you uncomfortable, didn’t I?”
“Not at all,” he said. “I just can’t believe how fucking lucky I am to have found you again.”
I didn’t know what to say. Instead, I pressed my lips to the bare skin of his chest and closed my eyes, listening to his gentle breathing until we both fell asleep.
Twelve
Caleb
Thereisn’tanythingquitelike waking up next to a beautiful and blissfully naked woman.
It took me a moment to remember where I was after opening my eyes. Beside me, Maggie was still asleep, making the tiniest snoring noises I’d ever heard.
I’d never woken up next to her before. It wasn’t like we’d slept in the gazebo on the beach that night ten years ago. No, we’d cuddled together for a bit and then gotten dressed. I’d walked her home, then jogged to my cabin and snuck back in. If Mom or Dad had heard me sneak out, they’d said nothing. And even though I woke up the next morning feeling like an entirely different person, it apparently hadn’t shown on my face because they hadn’t noticed that either.
So I didn’t know that Maggie snored, if one could call that snoring. It was barely a vocalization, something louder than breathing, but not so loud as to be jarring. It was almost comforting in a way, a steady, peaceful sound that lulled me into a relaxed state.
For a while, I just listened and watched. I was on my side, facing her, and she lay on her back with her hip pressed against my pelvis. Her deep auburn hair was spread across the pillow, tangled and wild, and she clutched the blanket with her left hand while her right arm flopped over her head on the pillow. One breast peeked out from under the covers, her nipple perky and proudly sticking up in the cool air of her bedroom.
