EroticReverie

Sloane Avery

It was clear we weren't sleeping tonight, at least not for awhile. It was clear , also, that my life had drastically changed in just a few hours. Big changes usually terrify me, make me nervous and anxious. Maybe it was crazy for us to be engaged within hours of letting ourself admit what we've always wanted. I was tired of doing what others expected of me, tired of not being happy. I've been in love with Callum for years. Maybe it made me a bad person that I forced myself to love his brother. But I had, I truly had. But it was work. It wasn't instant or as all consuming as loving Callum was. But I'd been a good girlfriend, a good fiance. I'd devoted myself to making Liam happy. Even when he'd become a different man entirely. I'd devoted myself to the wrong man, because me and the right man were too scared to admit we'd had feeling for one another. 

I'm standing in just one of Callum's t'shirt a mug of hot tea in my hands, a snowman face on the front of it, as I stand at the floor to ceiling windows that face the backyard. A part of the house I'd never seen lit up all the times we drove by this place while growing up. It was a sea of lights. Rainbow lights. Callum bought the house of my dreams, and had done what I always wished the previous owners would have done. It was drowning in multi colored rainbow lights. Up and down the trees, twisted around the columns  and the railing of the patio. Draped over the gazebo, nets of lights on the bushes. He did this, for me. Because of me. Even if he hadn't known I'd be here to see it. He bought this house because he said he'd wanted a piece of me, a piece of the dream he'd always wanted for himself. So yes, I might be crazy for accepting a marriage proposal from a man that I'd only been dating for a few hours, right after a blow up with my ex-fiance who also happened to be his brother. But, i hadnt only loved him for hours, I've loved him for years, and standing here looking at the fucking magic he made with the rainbow lights, this feels like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be for the first time since I was standing in my doorway looking up at him saying goodbye, thinking he was going to kiss me. 

His hand slips along my hair, pulling it from the front of my chest, and around my neck to the other side, draping it over my opposite shoulder as he stands behind me. Then drops both hands to my waist and dips his head down and I smile and close my eyes as he kisses my neck.

"Do you want more lights Sugarplum?" he asks and I feel my nipples tighten, not because of his hands on my waist, or his soft lips on my neck, or his hot voice near my ear, or how good he smells. But because he's standing here, asking if I want more lights. Okay, maybe it's all of those things combined, because I do love his hands on me, I love feeling his mouth on me, and hearing his voice rumble my nickname as I smell him all around me. 

"It's perfect just like this." I say as I look at the thousands of lights just in the backyard alone. 

"I'll put more lights up tomorrow." he says, kissing below my ear and his hands slide to my hips and grip them. I smile and laugh softly.

"Really, there's plenty lights Callum" I say and he licks my neck making me shiver.

"Then maybe I'll put them on you instead." He whispers on my skin and i moan. Barely hanging onto my mug. He must notice my hands shaking , because he takes it, walks to set it down and then comes back to me, as I look at him. 

"Would you like that?" He whispers, behind my ear, against the nape of my neck as his fingertips slip up my thighs to the hem of his shirt that I have on. 

"Me tying you up with Christmas lights, draping them around this body, and lighting you up and then fucking my little Sugarplum with her body covered like a sexy little Christmas tree?" He asks and lifts the shirt slowly. This man knows me too well. My love for Christmas, my love for lights, because they're the best part. 

I nod. "yeah" I exhale as my arms lift and he pulls the shirt off. Thankfully the house is warm, but I can feel the chill of the outside through the glass, just barely. But as he takes my hands and presses them to the glass in front of me, I feel it over my palms, then, against my nipples, and my breasts, as he slides my hands higher, making my body lean into the glass. 

"fuck that's cold" I hiss, but also moan as he then brings my hands together over my head against the glass, holding them there with one hand as his other hand gently slips my hair from my shoulder and lets it fall down my back, his hand smoothing over the small of my back, then over the curves of my ass.

"Don't worry, I'll warm you up Sugarplum" he whispers and then slides his hand to my hip and down in front ,slipping between my legs.

"Spread those legs Sugarplum" he whispers, but I'm already moving my feet apart as he requests it. 

"That's my girl" he whispers and I whimper, his fingertips slowly slipping over my pelvic bone and down over my lips and his hand is so warm as he cups my pussy. 

"I'll regret not kissing you that night in your bedroom doorway, for the rest of my life." He whispers and I whimper. Because I would too. Years wasted. Love wasted on a man that I was never meant for, when all my love was meant for Callum. 

"I'll always regret fighting the urge I had to press my mouth against those soft lips Sloane." he whispers as he slides his fingers between my pussy lips, his fingertip gently pushing at my clit and my ass pushes back and he groans. 

"Stay still Sugarplum" he whispers.

"I cant" I exhale. 

"Yes you can" he whispers again and then moves his finger slowly, gently and I bite my lip with a whimper. 

"I'll regret not letting you know, right then and there, how much I loved you, i'll always regret leaving you without saying a damn thing about how I felt." he groans and slides his finger down and I gasp as he slides his finger inside of me. 

"fuck" he curses, losing his train of thought as he pumps his finger slowly into me, and out, in , and out, my legs shaking as I attempt not to fucking move, but my ass pushes back anyways, and then my hips roll forward.

"keep still" he whispers as his finger stops and I whimper.

"Callum" I plead, because it was fucking impossible.

"Sugarplum." He says, his voice deep, and the slight bit of warning has me whimpering, my tits pressed hard to the glass as he pushes my hands up higher with his one hand around my wrists. 

"Do you think if I kissed your gorgeous mouth that night, that we'd have been doing something like this behind your bedroom door?" he asks and I whimper and nod.

"Yeah? Would you have pulled me in your room and let me put you just like this against the door, let me touch this body and make love to your pussy just like this with my finger?" he asks and his finger moves in and out of me slowly. It's not enough, but also so fucking good that I can barely stand it. I cry out. 

"shhhh, if this were your room, if this were that night, you would have had to be quiet Sugarplum....we dont want your parents to hear how pretty you sound when you're getting your little Sugarplum pussy fucked, do we baby?" He whispers, I feel my jaw drop and my eyes roll, because god, he was good. 

"Do we Sloane?" he groans and slides a second finger in. 

I want to cry out, god how does he make it feel so fucking good. Because it's him . It's everything he's doing, everything he's saying. It's the way he makes me feel by wanting me, needing me, and loving me. And he wants and needs me in a way Liam never did. I was just a prize for Liam. I was a contest he thought he'd won. But I don't cry out, I answer as softly as I would have if it were that night.

"no" I shudder as I whisper and he groans softly in my ear. 

"I can feel how much it turns you on to imagine us like this in your bedroom that night, I can feel it on both of my fingers that Ive got fucking your sweet cunt baby" he whispers and nips my earlobe softly and I groan, my ass pushing back. Instead of telling me to stay still, her drops his hips down and lets his cock through his plaid pajama pants , brush against my bare ass.

"Me too Sugarplum, you feel it baby? Feel how hard I am thinking about how I shouldve kissed that fucking mouth?" he groans and I whimper, nodding. 

"yes" I answer quietly.

"mmmm" he hums. "Do you think we would have made love to each other that night?" 

Did I? No. Because I know Callum. He wouldnt have let it get that far, hell he wouldnt have even fingered me like were both imagining, because Callum might have been a bad boy, but not when it came to me. He was always so fucking good to me, and sweet, and he wouldnt have tried a damn thing other than kissing me. But who knows, maybe I'm wrong, maybe we would have simply because of the tension, just like we had tonight. Of course we're older now, but still. It only took seconds after kissing him in that car, to want to give him everything. 

"You'd have never taken it even this far and you know it" I breathe and I can feel him smile.

"If you think....at eighteen years old...I would have had the power to resist trying to make love to you that night....you're out of youre pretty little fucking mind Sugarplum, do i need to make it more clear, just how much I was in love with you?" he groans.

"God Sloane, every fucking day I had to fight how god damn bad I wanted to make you mine" he groans as I feel his hand between us, pushing down his pants and then feel his hard cock against my ass. 

"If you think, I wouldnt have tried to put myself inside of you" he groans as he angles his cock and slides it to my pussy and gently pushes himself inside, just the tip. "Then you're wrong Sugarplum...because this....is fucking heaven....and i always knew it would be..." he groans, sinking further, my pussy so god damn wet that there's no resistance other than the way my greedy pussy tries to grip his cock to keep him inside of me forever.

"I can tell you with absolute certainty, i would have made love to you that night if you allowed it......would you have allowed it Sugarplum?" he asks, one hand on my hip, the other still holding my hands above my head. I nod. 

"yes" I breathe. Still keeping quiet, my brain and body loving the challenge of trying to keep quiet, as if we're actually in my bedroom against my door, and not this gorgeous home or against this glass window. 

"yeah baby, we would have made love that night...just like this....soft and slow....nice and quiet so nobody hears us....i will regret it..every second of everyday baby, i'm so fucking sorry I never said anything sooner than tonight Sloane...you deserved to know that you were the fucking dream for me Sugarplum, you've always been the fucking dream. "