“Well…” Callan’s laugh was warm. “Notthistime.” He kissed my forehead too sweetly. “I just want you to be sure.”
“I want you, Cal. Not just a little. A lot. More than anything.”
Callan shifted his weight. Narrow hips split my thighs wide open, and his tender smile disappeared into the crook of my neck. He didn’t mind being on top. He liked controlling the pace, taking his sweet time kissing my throat and exploring my body with his hands, only pausing to let out a low chuckle when I bucked my hips up to beg him topleasegive me what I wanted.
His hand splayed out over my belly. “Still more than anything?” He was giving me another chance to say no.
I never would. I wanted it. My hand fumbled down to circle greedy fingers around his cock and guide him exactly where I wanted him. He finally took the hint. The sound rumbling in his chest when he plunged into me wasn’t the throaty groan I’d heard before. Raw male pleasure snapped my eyes wide open.
“C-Cal…”
I tilted my hips, almost like I was trying to escape the invasion pummeling to fill the ache inside me, but it only helped him slide in even deeper.
“Oh…Erin…”He bottomed out with a long groan. “This is… This is…” Another groan ended his words.
But the new sensations were so, so much. I squeezed my thighs around his hips, my heels bumping into his ass. I could barely hold on. The summer breeze twisted the curtain hanging over his bedroom window, but I shivered, head to toe, my fingernails clawing into any part of him I could grab—his bicep, the delicious line that ran from his hip—to not lose myself completely.
Callan’s lips pressed against my forehead. “You’re okay.” His hand trembled when it cupped my cheek.
“Are you?” I whispered.
His jaw tightened as he fought whatever emotion threatened to spill over. “No.” A broken sigh gusted into my hair.
“But it…it feels…good?”
“Being with you is the best feeling in the world. And not just here in my bed.” The sweet kisses he pressed to my cheek always undid me. “All the time.”
Urgency clawed at Callan’s controlled thrusts in and out. The slick slap of skin and his kisses turned desperate as he pounded deeper, harder, encouraged by my fingers digging into his skin and my own needy sounds echoing in the room.
Callan arched back. “Ez…” His hips slowed as he frowned, watching his relentless plunge into me. “You can’t come like this.”
I touched his cheek, the right words difficult to find in a moment that perfect. Was I going to ruin this for us? I’d only ever come during sex when I was on top. It was just…a thing.Would that disappoint him? I didn’t want to be on top. I didn’t want him to stop.
“You feel so good,” I whispered. “I don’t mind.”
Callan’s frown deepened. “I do.”
He kissed the inside of my wrist, but I gasped when he disappeared from inside me and scrambled down the bed to cover my clit with his hot mouth.
The moan I tried to hide with the back of my hand unlocked something in Callan. The intensity ratcheted up instantly. A finger slid inside me, then another, filling me up again, his groan of satisfaction vibrating over my pussy.
For the longest time, Callan tormented me with perfect, slow swirls of his tongue and short pauses to chuckle against my thigh, waiting for me to beg him to keep going. He held me right on the edge of tipping over.
“Stop,” I gasped.
Blue eyes lifted, his eyebrow raised, but his tongue still dipping against my clit. He was questioning if I really wanted him to stop.
“Stoptorturingme,” I growled at him.
Callan’s eyes crinkled with a smile, and he nodded a little before returning his attention to the ache between my legs. There was no more teasing. When my thighs clenched tighter, he hummed a contented sound and stayed steady and focused as the waves of pleasure spilled through me. My moan when I finally came was pained by sheer relief.
Hereallyloved that.
The man who emerged from between my thighs was delirious with lust. He started rambling. “Fuck, I love it when you come on my face.”
My eyes rounded from the shock of hearing him talk like that. I couldn’t protest. His mouth was on mine, kissing me again, his tongue sliding in deep, the taste of me on his lips. His cockdemanded to be back inside me, spearing through the sensitive tremors, barreling into me, the headboard of his bed bumping against the wall as he chased his own release.
“Fuck, you’re even tighter now.” He was completely undone as his hips bucked at a relentless pace. “Fuck.”
