After giving me her mug, she unlaces her boots, sets them to the side, and then crawls toward me on her hands and knees. My brain immediately short-circuits, and I have to make a conscious effort to remember how to breathe. She sits next to me, lifting my left arm around her shoulders so she can cuddle into my side.
She gazes up at me with a look that causes my blood to thrum through my veins and then bites her bottom lip. “Can I have my mug back?”
“Huh?” I respond, my focus so intent on Callie’s full bottom lip that I don’t register anything she just said.
Reaching over, she brushes her hand over mine, tapping the travel mug with the tip of her fingernail. “My mug. Don’t want it to get cold before I can finish it.”
“Oh, right. The mug.” I pass it over like I just remembered that I have hands, let alone recalling I was holding anything.
She smiles over the lip of the mug while looking into my eyes, and then she takes a sip. “It’s really good. Very romantic hot chocolate.”
“The trick is to use milk and chocolate shavings,” I respond, the words sounding distant over the pounding of my heart.
Her tongue darts out to lick the chocolate from her lips, and I nearly groan as I follow its path with my gaze. “Maybe you can teach me how to make it sometime.”
I’m so distracted that I merely nod my head, completely forgetting Callie shouldn’t be anywhere near a kitchen without at least three fire extinguishers.
“Are you going to have some?” she asks, raising her mug slightly.
“I’m good,” I squeak, my voice cracking on the two word sentence. Clearing my throat, I try again “No, I’m good at the moment.”
A knowing mischief dances in her eyes. “Are you?”
“What?” I whisper as my whole body tingles from her nearness.
Callie sets the mug down on the box behind us. She runs a hand across my chest and over my shoulder, then she loosely grips the back of my neck. Looking up at me under lowered lashes, she murmurs in a low, husky voice, “Are you good?”
My brain melts as all the blood from my head goes directly to my groin. In the smoothest moment of my life, I whisper, “I’m about to be.”
With a delighted hum, she kisses me while falling back, pulling me on top of her. Like before, the heat between us feels like an inferno, and all I can think about is how much I want her, how much I want to feel and know every part of her.
Our hands are a frenzy of movement, tugging on each other’s clothing until nothing stands between our skin. I’ve never been anywhere near this far before, but with Callie, it feels completely natural. I pull the blanket over our nude bodies, andthen I commence memorizing all of her curves and valleys under my explorative touch.
Kissing like our survival rests within our shared breath, we swallow each other’s moans as each caress adds more fuel to this burning need. Her hands claw down my back as I wrap one arm beneath her and the other fondles her breast. I have no idea what I’m doing, but it seems I’m doing something right if the way she arches her back, pushing her breast more firmly into my hand, is any indication.
With eager fingers, she reaches between us and brushes them along my hardened cock. “Is this okay?”
“Fuck!” I gasp, my whole body throbbing under her light caress. I swallow heavily, and my head bobs up and down. “Yes. Very much okay. Better than okay.”
She kisses the corner of my mouth and then wraps her fingers around my dick. Gently, she strokes up and down, my precum making her hand slick. “And this? Is this okay?”
“Oh, holy shit, yes,” I whisper, rocking my hips to the motion of her hand as pleasure coils through me. This is the first time anyone has touched my cock, and it may be the most amazing feeling of my life.
It feels so fucking good that before I can register what’s happening, I explode in her hand so hard that I get lightheaded. When my brain starts to work again, I’m horrified and embarrassed that I came so quickly, my cum dripping through her fingers and onto her belly.
“Crap. I’m so sorry.” I scramble to find my abandoned shirt so I can help clean her up. “I didn’t mean to… It’s just I’ve never… I mean, you’re the first person to…”
“Felix, there’s nothing to apologize for.” Callie reaches up with her clean hand to cup my jaw and brush her thumb over my lips. “I’m glad it felt good. I want to make you feel good.”
“I want to make you feel good too,” I reply, looking into her beautiful face and wondering how in the hell I got this lucky, “but I don’t really know what I’m doing.” Embarrassment makes my cheeks burn. “And then I came early and ruined everything.”
Leaning up, she kisses my forehead, and her voice turns tender. “You didn’t ruin anything, I promise, and we don’t have to stop here unless you want to.” Again, she does that super sexy bite of her lip, and a pink stain blooms on her cheeks. “I could show you how I like to be touched.”
If I hadn’t just come, I know I’d be hard again at the mere thought of Callie teaching me how to touch her in intimate ways. “Yes. Please. I mean, I’d like that.”
A breathy giggle falls from her lips over my enthusiastic awkwardness, and then her blush deepens. “Um, we’ll need to switch places.”
“Oh, okay.” I roll off her and onto my back, excited and nervous about whatever comes next.
