Crashing into Love by Flora Ferrari

Chapter Twenty

Callie

His precome slides across my cheeks, leaving a hot trail I can somehow feel even through the layer of warm shower water. It’s like my womb is throbbing inside of me, reacting to the burning precome, telling me this is it, the most important moment of my life.

I whimper and shift against him from side to side, twitching my hips as lust races through me.

Confusing emotions pound inside of me as I look at him over my shoulder, taking in the hulking sight of him. His torso is a map of finely-tuned muscles, every part of him rock solid, his pectorals massive, and his abs a sheet of hardness. His face is twisted in lust, gazing down as he guides his cock over my ass.

“Fuck, you’re too goddamn tempting,” he growls. “You’re too goddamn perfect.”

I whimper, an insistent shiver in the sound.

He smirks, meeting my eyes over my shoulder. “Does that mean you want it, Callie?”

The confused emotions clash inside of me, one part screaming yes as the other yells no, part of me says I’m not ready and the other screams I’ve never been more ready for anything.

“Yes.” I breathe through tight-clamped teeth. “Oh, God, yes, yes. I’m ready. I want it, Conrad. I want it badly.”

“Then stick that perfect virgin ass out,” he growls, bringing his hand down in a soft loving smack on my skin.

I whimper and do as I’m told, hoping I’m doing it right as I arch my back and push my ass out toward him.

If the way he growls and gazes down at me is any indication, I am.

Suddenly the helm of his cock is pushing against my clit, grinding with shivering pressure so I can’t think about anything else, just the fireworks clashing in my belly.

“Ah, ah,” I whimper, when he slides his engorged tip from my clit to my hole, pushing in a little.

He’s huge, bigger than I ever could’ve comprehended before he started pushing inside of me. The walls of my sex clamp tightly as he inches in deeper, deeper, my insides burning as the fear touches me.

He’s too big, he’s too freaking big.

The words reverberate in my mind, unfair and unwelcome.

But it doesn’t matter.

As he drives in, as his growling breath fills the air, I realize I’m holding my own and then let it out in one big trembling gush.

Finally, he’s pushed all the way inside of me, right to his base, and we stay like that for a time.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he growls, with lust and desire and fascination in his voice.

I twist and stare up at him, at the look of profound pleasure on his face, as he experiences what a woman feels like for the first time, both of us sharing the majesty of this moment.

“Is it good, baby?” I whimper, forcing the words past the tightness in my belly.

“You feel goddamn perfect,” he moans. “Now show me how much you can take, get that tight pussy nice and juicy for me. I’m going to take you how you deserved to be taken. Hard. Savagely. So you never forget who you belong to.”

I moan and grab big handfuls of the bedsheets, shifting back a little, sliding down his length. His groans spur me on as my sex starts to pulse, my hole fluttering and widening a little, a little more, until…

“Oh, oh, oh,” I whimper, as a completely new and unique feeling flutters through my sex, my belly, my womb, my soul.

It’s like my insides are slowly simmering, burning, and then the embers ignite into an inferno as I push back against him.

I smile as a laugh of pure joy escapes me, a light happy feeling dancing around in my chest as I realize I can take him, I can do this.

“That’s it,” he snarls, squeezing my ass cheeks together. “Fuck, bounce on that dick. Show me how badly you want a family together.”

“Like this?” I moan, rocking my hips, feeling my ass slap against his hard abs.

“Yes, yes.” He groans. “Fuck, that’s it. I can’t hold back. I need to fuck you.”

“Okay,” I breathe raggedly. “But not too hard—”

He snarls and hammers into me, cutting my words short.

And I’m glad he cut them short, making it impossible for me to finish the lie.

The second I feel the full force of his passion, I know I want him to take me any freaking way he wants.

Slamming into me deeply, he slips out just as quickly, making me feel every shivering feeling, every tiny moment of pleasure. My sex doesn’t scream in protest anymore, instead clawing onto the feeling of his massive manhood, eager for it.

“That’s it,” he groans as he takes me somehow harder, leaning forward and pounding into me. “Push back against that dick. Oh, God, that feels so good, Callie, so damn good…”

I didn’t even realize I was doing it – grabbing the sheets in handfuls and rocking back with my hips, in time with the thrusting of his searing cock. But when I hear how much my man is enjoying it, I push back harder, and harder, taking him right to the base.

He leans all the way down and wraps his arm across my chest, his forearm pressed against my hard nipples, sending even more sensations fluttering through me.

“You’re everything I knew you’d be,” he snarls in my ear. “You’re my perfect virgin.”

I giggle, dancing atop a volcano of ecstasy, and reach up to palm his cheek. “Not a virgin—uh, uh, anymore.”

He does one of his signature growling laughs, his breath panting over me like a bear’s, hot and full of feral ferocity. He pounds deeper inside of me, inching more and more into my pussy, until he goes deeper than I thought was possible.

I gasp and shift away from him.

He howls like a freaking wild werewolf, crushing me against the bed, forcing my legs flat as he ravishes me.

“You’re too big,” I whimper.

“Then why are you two seconds away from fucking creaming?”

His voice has become a beast’s snarl, a volcano’s rumble like there’s something on the verge of shattering inside of him. He’s lost control. And he’s my man, I’m his – I have to satisfy him.

“You’re so deep, so deep,” I moan as his abs slam into my ass, thudding with an intense skin-on-skin feeling.

The bed whines beneath us and I think about how glad I am mom is gone, meeting of one her friends, like she started to do the last time she seemed to recover. We don’t have to worry about being quiet. It’s just me and him, my Conrad, and right now all that matters is this moment.

There’s no stress, no fear, no grief.

Just him.

“Ah, ah,” I moan, thrusting back against him. “Oh my God, that’s it.”

“I thought you couldn’t take it,” he snaps, spanking my ass lightly.

I shiver as the rippling pleasure slithers up and down my spine, spreading over my ass and tickling across my skin like a constellation, every point tingling with the star-like heat.

His every touch is like a spark, bringing me to life.

Screaming, I start to vibrate, my whole body trembling as he spears me with his cock over and over. His swollen helm pounds a spot deep inside of me, stretching the walls of my horny needy pussy so wide I feel like I can’t take it. But somehow my pussy keeps tingling, keeps taking his dominating cock.

“That’s it.” He fucks me deeper. “Come all over this dick. Squirt on this dick. You know you need it. Your body is making your needy pink tight hole all wet and creamy for me, letting me know how badly you want a baby. Fuck, cream, baby cream.”

I have no choice, as my hole flutters around his cock and my lips tingle, more than I’ve ever felt before. It’s like my lips are going to explode and my clit is going to set aflame and a spot deep inside of me is leaking pure fucking pleasure.

I’m whimpering and I never want it to end, never, ever, as my body pulses. Waves upon waves of pleasure washing over me.

“So much fucking cream. My cock’s drenched. Do it, Callie. Bounce on that dick.”

I can’t think, my mind honed down only to the feeling of his cock buried inside of me, the only thing that matters, the only thing that exists. But my body responds to his words, my ass slamming back against him as I slide up and down his length.

There’s no protest now, no question about not being able to take him.

Then he gasps, his breath turning hollow, as he brings his mouth to my shoulder. “Fuck, fuck,” he snarls.

“Yes,” I moan.

“Come again,” he snaps in my ear, his voice trembling because I can feel how close he is to exploding inside of me. His cock thrums in my pussy. “Come on my dick. You don’t get my seed until you come again like the horny girl you are. Now, Callie.”

I can’t believe it when my pussy starts to flutter again, intense wetness erupting from the end of his cock and spreading through me. Pleasure points are ready to spring to life all throughout me, tingling from the first orgasm, and now set aflame like a wildfire.

“Squirt. On. That. Dick.”

We reach our crescendo together, Conrad breathing huskily into my ear as he explodes. Our bodies slamming together, as I shove my hips back to meet his, colliding in the middle with a powerful impact.

It sends explosions ricocheting through me with every thrust, so even right at the end I’m shivering and shaking, my orgasm boiling through me.

Finally, we settle down, both of us collapsing and panting heavily.

I turn to find Conrad leaning up on his elbow, staring at me with a smirk touching his lips. He opens his mouth and I just know he’s going to say it, what he was going to say in the park before Alexis interrupted us.

He loves me – that’s it, that’s it.

It spreads through me covering me with a warm glow.

But then a hazy look comes into his ocean-water eyes, waves of indecision battering, as his gaze flits over me. For a crazy moment, I think he regrets what we did, because he looks so down, a dark look in his eyes.

“Are you okay?” I murmur.

He reaches over and pulls me toward him, handling me as though I weigh nothing. I hug close to his chest and listen to his heartbeat pounding like a herd of freaking elephants.

What the heck was he going to say? I want to know what that look was about too.

But I don’t want to ruin what we just shared, our first time, together, only and always together.

“Of course I am,” he whispers, softly kissing the top of my head. “You’re everything I ever dreamed about, Callie. I can’t believe how lucky I am. Sometimes, hell, I think I’m going to wake up in my car, and this will all be a concussion dream. It terrifies me. Because a life with you, supporting you, always being there for you…”

“What?” I urge, trying to look up and face him.

But there’s a crack in his voice, a quake of emotion, as he holds me against him. It’s like he doesn’t want me to look at him when so much emotion is blazing through him, as if I look into his eyes it will be too much.

“I can’t imagine living without you,” he says. “That’s all, Callie. You’re everything to me. Now and forever. For the rest of our lives.”

I love you, I love you, I love you, I sing in my mind, trying to force the words to my lips, but some inner block rises.

If he doesn’t say it back, it could complicate things, make it awkward to be around each other, because one of us will have put ourselves out there and the other will be safe.

And then what?

We freaking break up because I couldn’t wait because I couldn’t be patient.

No – I need to rein in that particular urge, be thankful for what we have.

I took him, all of him, and now I feel his seed tingling inside of me.

“Did you feel that?” Conrad murmurs, sliding his hand down between my breasts and over my belly.

“What?”

“Our baby just kicked.”

I giggle and look up at him, to find him staring down at me with his wolfish blues glinting, a note of banter nestled within them. He looks like he’s going to launch into a real teasing frenzy, so I lean forward and plant a kiss on his lips, silencing his next joke.

He laughs through the kiss, and I laugh with him.

“Don’t you think it’s a little soon?” I say, our lips pressed close.

“No, not even close,” he snarls. “Our child is going to be strong, Callie, a real warrior. Like his or her mother.”

“I’m a warrior now?”

I sit up on my elbow, not caring when I feel my breast shift with the movement. No self-consciousness is able to penetrate the atmosphere of acceptance that swells in the air all around us. We don’t need to hide parts of ourselves, in or out, not with each other.

“Yes.” He strokes his hand along my cheek, tucking some hair behind my ear. “You fought for your family when you needed to. You dropped out of college to support your mother. You’ve suppressed your own grief so your mother could focus on hers. You’re a fighter, Callie, the most kind and selfless person I’ve ever met. And that’s how I know you’re going to be the best mother in the fucking universe.”

He swears with an emotive emphasis of aggression, leaning close and staring at me with wild deep emotion in his eyes. “I can’t explain how badly I need you. With every fiber of my being, every goddamn cell. I’ve spent my life trying to fix people, Callie, but now I’ve found the girl who can fix me.”

Tears stream down my cheeks, as my mind thinks back over the last year and how crazily stressful it’s been, always living on edge, never knowing if we were going to be able to make rent. Sometimes I’d look at my college textbooks and feel like they were from someone else’s life, nothing to do with me.

He’s given me a chance to finally be myself, to step back and decide what path to take.

The freedom is overwhelming, being able to sit around, read, study, just stop, for the first time since dad’s death. It causes a strange panicky feeling, telling me there’s somewhere I need to be, food to deliver, a bill to chase down. Mom has collapsed again and needs my help.

But no, none of that’s happening.

It’s just me and my man in bed after we took each other’s virginities.

Only us, me and him, always.

Forever.

“It’s okay.”

He kisses the warm tears from my cheeks, heated by all the closeness, all the sudden intimacy, more than I ever dreamed a girl like me would experience.

“I feel the same. It’s just that big scary old men like me don’t get to cry.”

“Hey.” I pout heavily at him, a proper mega-pout, making him laugh. “Don’t you dare call yourself old. You’re not old at all, okay? You’re experienced. You’re mature.”

He grins, baring his teeth, looking savage and handsome at the same time.

It’s like I don’t know if he’s going to bite me or kiss me.

“All of those are synonyms for the old, angel.”

“They are not.”

I smack his chest, keeping my hand pressed against the solid muscles. He’s carved like marble all the way down his body, a light patch of hair running down to his groin, but only a smattering, leaving his well-defined abs to gleam through his skin.

He looks up at me, cocking an eyebrow. “You wouldn’t be objectifying me, would you, angel?”

“Why do you keep calling me ‘angel’?” I ask, offering my most disarming smile.

“It seems like you’re changing the subject to me.” He smirks. “But the answer is obvious. Because you are my angel. You crashed into my life, like an angel crashing to earth. You’ve changed me in ways I never really believed I could change. You made me feel, to want to commit when nobody else ever could. You’re a miracle, Callie. You’re my angel.”

Emotions bubble up between us and again I get the feeling he’s going to say I love you. But the words die, if there was ever any life in them, to begin with, and that look comes into his eyes again.

“Anyway,” he whispers, sliding his hand from my belly over to my breasts, trailing his fingers over my nipples. “Don’t you dare lie there with those big juicy tits out and think I’m not going to take what’s mine.”

I moan as he begins to massage my breasts, pushing them together and staring down at them like they’re the only thing that exists. I can’t think of anything else as he leans down and takes one nipple in his mouth, then the other.

There’s a flash – a look of uncertainty, an unreadable hesitation – and for a moment it all barrels into me.

But then my man presses his lips firmly against mine, and all I can think about is our pleasure.