Calla walks by me, her hand grazing my back gently. I watch her every step only to catch her biting her bottom lip.
Fuck this.
“Calla, a word.”
“Of course.” She turns around and follows me out of the kitchen.
I peek over my shoulder to see that no one is paying attention to us.
“Come with me.” I grab her hand and rush down the hall with her giggling quietly behind me.
“Beck, someone is going to see us and figure this out.”
“I don’t really care right now. I just want you.”
The sparkle in her shines for a moment before she shuts the door behind me.
“Lay on your back.”
Her tone is more demanding this time. But I do exactly as I’m told. She reaches down to the hem of her shirt, pulling it off as she climbs on the bed, stands on the mattress and puts a foot on my hand when I try to remove my own shirt.
“Don’t you dare remove that shirt.”
I glance up at her standing above me, and it all clicks.
“You are not doing this,” I say with a giant smile.
“Oh, I’m doing it. And so are you.”
She grabs her skirt at the sides and scrunches it up before standing over my face.
“Holy shit. You’ve already removed your panties. Fuck, baby, look at you.”
Just when I think I’m in control of the situation, she grips the back of the headboard and lowers herself to my mouth.
“Oh shit,” she moans at the first swipe of my tongue.
This, right here, is becoming a favorite of mine. Sex with Calla is the best thing ever, but when my face is between her legs, I can’t help but feel crazed. Everything just goes white, and nothing matters but what I’m doing to her.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly as my mouth moves faster.
“Oh god, Beck. I’m so close.”
“Good,” I say, barely coming up for air to say it.
“I don’t want to come like this. I want you inside me.”
I don’t have to be told twice. In one swift motion, I slide from under her and flip us over. I’m on top of her and tugging my jeans off before I can take my next breath.
“Whatever the birthday girl wants, she gets.”
I push into her in a single thrust. She cries out so loudly that I slap a hand over her mouth. Her eyes are wide. I start to move my hand, thinking I might have been too rough, but she stops me.
My hips grind slowly into her as she lifts her own to deepen our connections.
“Fuck,” I let out on a whisper.
Calla’s hands reach down to cup my ass, jerking me faster.
