“Would you like me to be your first?” she asks, her breath hot against my neck just below my ear.
Maybe dream me was as big of an awkward mess as actual me.
“Yes,” I answer way too quickly, becauseduh, of course I want Callie to kiss me.
“Sit down,” she instructs, and suddenly, I’m gently pushed into a chair that I’m near positive wasn’t there a second ago.
Callie smiles at me from under her lashes then straddles my lap, her body pressing against mine in all the right places to make my brain stop working. I’ve never seen her like this before. Bold and free, but then again, I’ve never been privy to any of her fantasies.
“Aren’t you, um, cold?” I stutter, like the anxious, inexperienced idiot I am, because holy shit, that’s a lot of naked, golden flesh on display in very close proximity to me.
“Not when I have you here to warm me up,” she purrs, licking her lips.
“Right,” I choke out in a very not sexy way.
Now that I’ve admitted I don’t know what I’m doing, Callie seems more than content to show me. She takes the bottle I’m holding and places it back on the table, then moves my hands to rest on her hips—her skin soft and warm under my fingers.
“You can touch me,” she murmurs against my jaw, her breasts pressed to my chest. “I like being in your arms.”
“Okay,” I wheeze, attempting to swallow my anxiety.
I don’t have the guts to do more than move my hands to her lower back. Glancing over her shoulder, I notice the guys are in a holding pattern on the bed, patiently waiting for Callie’s return. Their gazes don’t leave her, appearing to drink in every inch of her form. The audience is really not helping with the nerves thing.
Callie, however, doesn’t seem to mind, her focus solely on me—which is a heady place to be. The girl I love is looking at me with want and happiness in her eyes. Her arms wrap around my neck, her hands sliding into my hair, and she places soft kisses near my mouth, giggling as I try to catch her lips.
“Ready?” she teases, her nose brushing against mine.
“Yes,” I whisper, getting more and more lost in what it feels like to hold her this way. To experience the heat of her body skin to skin.
I feel her grin as her lips softly brush against mine. My first kiss is light as a feather dipped in the radiance of her joy. She comes back for another, deeper but still closed-lipped—taking her time to explore each sensation, and I’m happy to oblige her. I have no idea what I’m doing, so I simply follow her lead.
At first it’s a playful dance, full of happy sighs and giggling, and then the kisses grow more intense. Her hands grip my hair, her breaths are uneven, and her body rocks against me as she runs her tongue along the seam of my lips.
I groan when I open myself to her, savoring my first taste of her mouth. Strawberries. She tastes like strawberries.She answers with a moan, grinding harder against me, and sucks my tongue into her mouth. Everything that is her fills my senses—the scent of pomegranates and white orchids on her skin, the sound of her husky hums of pleasure, the softness of her body underneath my fingers. There’s also the distinct worry that I’ll embarrass myself if she keeps moving like she is.
It feels like everything is going too fast, but I don’t want to stop because it also feels good. Because I can finally, really touch her, and she wants me to. Her hands slip down to cup my jaw, leading my face in whatever direction suits her as she switches between types of kisses. Sometimes she kisses me so deep it feels like I’m surviving only on her breath, other times she pulls back, nibbling my lips and trailing kisses along my jaw and neck. I gasp for breath I technically don’t need, and my fingers dig into her hips to try and hold her steady, although holding her still means pressing her tighter against me.
I’m so consumed by the moment that I nearly jump out of my imaginary skin when Nolan whispers behind Callie, “Don’t forget about us, love. We’re getting lonely.”
“Can’t have that,” she coos, leaning back with her face tilted up.
“No, we can’t,” he teases, his hand sliding around her neck. Then he bends forward and kisses her upturned lips, his hand traveling from her neck down the valley of her breasts. A hum of desire vibrates from her throat.
It’s surreal to watch him kiss her while she’s still straddling my lap. Her hands roam my chest and down my stomach, and I hold her so she doesn’t fall over. There’s some definite annoyance over dream Nolan interrupting, but it’s tempered by the fact that it’s also…kind of…hot?
The way her back arches as she leans into his touch highlights the rise and fall of her chest with every panting breath. Her hips roll against me, and her fingers dig into my neck as she pulls me closer to her, pressing my face against her bare shoulder. The strap of her bra falls down her arm. I drop soft kisses along her exposed flesh, taking my time to memorize the taste of her skin.
I don’t know if it’s the feeling of the backs of Nolan’s hands against my chest as he teases Callie through her lace top, or Callie’s fingers sliding down my spine and then under the waist of my pants, but it quickly becomes apparent that this is going to lead into deeper waters I’m not prepared to enter. Hell, I’m pretty sure anything that resembled ‘prepared’ was back in the shallow end when we were still standing and Callie kissed the corner of my mouth. Also, there’s the very important detail that she thinks I’m a dream.
Fuck, I should’ve left sooner.
“How about, we, uh…move to the, um…bed?” I suggest nervously, while sitting back in the chair.
“I second that,” Nolan purrs against Callie’s lips, and there are definite murmurs of agreement from the guys still on the bed.
“Well, with such a consensus, who am I to argue?” Callie teases with a smirk, then rises to her feet—her chest very much in my face as she slings one leg back over my lap.
Now that whatever haze I was under while making out with Callie has cleared, my nervous, inexperienced side is tallying all of the crazy shit I just did. I mean, it could be a lot worse, but I still went from never been kissed to a joint make out session while sharing Callie with one of my best friends—and more suggested to follow. While dream versions of all my other friends watched.
