Broken (Broken #1)

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Authors: A. E. Murphy
Tags: love, sorrow, secrets and lies, pregnancy and childbirth, hate and fear
eyes
flutter closed as his words warm every cell of my body. Opening my
eyes, they connect with his, “I’m in love with you too Caleb.”
    His easy smile returns, I
notice his hands shaking as they stroke my skin, “I want you
tonight. I want all of you. Will you give me, you?”
    I blink a few times, shocked by
his question. There’s only one answer though. Gulp. “Yes.”
    “ Thank you,”
he whispers and slants his lips over mine. I relish the feel of his
usual stubble scratching at my skin, it reminds me that he’s real,
that this is real.

    ******

    “ You know I’m
completely in love with you right?” Caleb whispers as we fall onto
the bed. He rolls me onto my back and situates himself between my
thighs. “I’d never do anything to hurt you.”
    “ I know,” I
breathe and press my lips to his. “I love you too.”
    He smiles and moves his lips to
my neck, I press my hips up; my core aching for something it’s
never felt but wants to feel. Badly.
    My skin becomes sensitive and
produces a layer of goose pimples.
    Cable leans back onto his knees
and pulls me to a sitting position with his hand behind my neck.
His other hand slides around to cup my arse, pulling me slowly onto
his lap.
    In seconds my long, thick black
hair is tumbling down my back and Caleb’s mouth is on my neck, his
lips sucking and teasing as his fingers slowly unbutton the front
of my beige cotton dress.
    Feeling his mouth on me as his
hands slowly slide the dress up my thighs and over my head almost
makes me explode. The tingling and aching between my thighs feels
so much worse but oh so better all at once.
    Next my bra goes, I try not to
shy away. He’s seen my breasts before but never has he stared at
them like he is now. His eyes dark and intense. Leaning back, his
lips parted, he brings his hands up to cup each one causing me to
shiver. His fingers softly squeeze and roll the nipples making them
harden into small pebbles.
    “ Beautiful,”
he whispers and takes a nipple into his mouth. The suddenness of
this makes me cry out. Not in pain but in pleasure. Bolts and bolts
of pleasure spiral through my body before filling my womb causing
it to clench and simmer. “Lie back baby.”
    I lie back, watching him pull
his t-shirt over his head before throwing it on the ground. I try
not to frown but if he starts making a habit out of that we’re
going to have problems.
    He sees my frown and smiles,
“I’ll pick it up later Miss Clean Freak.”
    His long and talented fingers
rid his jeans of his belt, moments later he’s completely naked and
hovering over me. I’m only wearing my French knickers and I’m
wondering why there is anything between us.
    “ Just lie
there and relax baby,” he tells me and kisses his way down my
torso.
    Every touch of his lips makes
me want to squeeze my thighs together, every nibble of his teeth
makes my back arch and every whisper of his breath makes me
moan.
    His lips stop just below the
button on my naval, his fingers hook into the side of my underwear
and as his lips slowly descend his hands do to, until his mouth is
there and my pants are off.
    I groan and grab the bed sheet
when his tongue slides between my lips and finds my sensitive nub.
It’s a sensation I never want to stop feeling.
    He bends my legs and flattens
his tongue against me, swiping it up and down slowly and
torturously. I’m a mess of feeling and emotion. My hands have
pulled on the sheets so much it’s come off the top corners of the
bed.
    Then his finger enters me, I
freeze. It hurts a little but not too much, he’s gentle and only
probing a tiny fraction. He’s never penetrated me before so the
feeling is entirely foreign and I’m not sure that I like it.
    Something builds deep down.
I’ve had orgasms before but I have a feeling this is going to be so
much bigger than the rest. My embarrassment soon leaves the
building as my hands grip his head and my hips bucks desperately
against his face. It’s his finger inside,

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