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I step over the threshold.

He reaches past me and shuts the door. The new lock clicks into place, loud in the quiet. Then his hands are on the cardigan, slowly peeling it back off my shoulders, and his voice is right against my ear.

“Say it,” he tells me. “Out loud. I want to hear you choose this.”

I close my eyes. I’ve never been more frightened in my life, or more certain.

“I choose this,” I whisper. “I choose you.”

His mouth comes down on mine, and my cardigan falls to the floor.

CALEB

Time seems to change around us. Ebbing and flowing with each new touch. Galana has pressed herself against me, her hands pushed through my hair and pulling me down to her. Her body is soft and warm against mine.

She breaks the kiss first, stepping back a little so she can pull off the rest of her clothes.

I slowly follow her lead, enjoying that she is revealing herself to me piece by piece until she is standing in front of me in just a pair of plain cotton panties, a dark patch spreading in the centre between her thighs.

I groan at the sight. At the scent of her.

“I’ve never done this before,” she says, the color already flushing her face deepening. She swallows hard. “I mean, I’ve touched myself obviously, but I’be never been with a man all the way…” she trails off and gestures with her hand.

My eyebrows raise without my permission, and I quickly have to school my features.

“Okay,” I say on a breath. “Are you sure you want to do this now?” I ask.

She nods her head. “Yes, I do. I might need a little guidance, is all.”

Now I swallow, precum beading at the tip of my cock. Guidance, I can do that.

“Show me how you play with yourself,” I say, and watch as she sits in the corner of the sofa against the back wall, bending one leg along the back of the couch and leaving the other foot resting on the floor.

She pulls the gusset of her damp panties aside, revealing dark hair and a glistening pink slit. Her fingers do what she knows works best, working through her folds slowly until her breath changes. Her other hand goes to her breast and begins lightly pinching her nipple.

My entire body responds to the sight of her, jerking me forward hard enough that it take real restraint to keep my feet planted. I slip my boxers down and take myself in my fist.

Galana’s eyes bulge when they land on my cock, quickly clouding when she moans, her fingers moving up to the little bead of her clit.

“Take off your panties,” I say, the words are rough as they scrape from my throat. “Let me see you.”

She does as I ask, spreading her legs further apart, her perfect pussy framed by a thatch of dark hair.

“I can’t wait to see what you look like when you’re full of me,” I say, and she moans as her fingers return to her center.

She slides her middle finger in and out of her entrance now, dragging her arousal from her and spreading it over her delicate folds. Her panties are still clenched in her other hand, pressed against her tit as she plays with her nipple.

“Caleb,” she sighs. “I’m getting close.”

I am too. Watching her, knowing her virgin cunt is primed for me…but I don’t want to ravage her. I want her to be fully ready for me.

“Come when you’re ready, Gal, let me see you let go.”

Her legs begin to tremble, the first sign that she is on the edge, then her back arches sharply, she abandons her nipple and thrusts her panties between her legs but not before I see why.

She squirts.

No more than an egg-cup full of arousal spurts from her over the leather couch and into her wadded panties as she bites down on her bottom lip to suppress the cry she clearly wants to make, but can’t in a house full of her sisters.