“Shit,” I swore quietly.
Reaching back to grab his hands, I yanked them up above his head and held them firmly. I rolled my hips again, a bit more enthusiastically when Calvin moaned in response. Watching him work my length with his throat was so goddamn hot.
I let go of one hand and wrapped mine around the back of his head, holding him in place. Even though I felt insecure as hell, I knew Calvin wanted me to talk. He got off on it, and sex was a two-way street. He couldn’t do all the work and let me have all the fun.
So I manned up and told Calvin, “Take it all.” I shoved in rougher, and he groaned loudly around my dick.
He reached down with his free hand to stroke himself quickly in time with my thrusts.
The wet, tight heat of Calvin’s mouth after a week of not touching him was enough to send me over the edge like an inexperienced teenager. A prickle of sweat broke out across my body, and my stomach muscles tightened as I felt my orgasm coming.
“Oh God…. Cal…!” I let go of his other hand and gripped his hair in both hands, fucking his face hard and fast, like my very life depended on coming down his throat. “Fuck! I’m gonna—!”
I lost all capability to form thoughts at that point. It was too much. Calvin’s mouth, his tongue, the heat between our bodies, but then a fingertip pressed gently into me, and I came with his name on my lips. My entire body shuddered as Calvin swallowed, and when I managed to pull free from his thoroughly fucked mouth, he tensed and came in his hand.
Moving down his body, I slid my arms under his, holding Calvin close as we both came down from that incredible high. “Jesus,” I muttered. “I think I forgot my middle name.”
His deep voice rumbled in his chest. “Speaking of, did you ever notice your initials spell SAS?”
“What are you trying to say?” I raised my head to look at him, brushing damp hair from Calvin’s forehead.
“Aptly named. You’re always a bit sassy,” he teased.
“Uh-huh.” I rolled off, taking a few deep breaths.
Calvin chuckled as he leaned over me, kissed my chest, and grabbed a tissue from the bedside table. He wiped himself clean before settling onto his side.
I rolled over and pressed up against his back, snaking an arm around his waist. I fell asleep like that. Blissful and content.
