Page 126 of Cowboy Daddies

I shifted around, staring at him long enough to appreciate every muscle and dip in his body before laying on my back. Callum straddled my legs, moving them where he wanted and settling between them. Raising my eyes to his, I saw absolute devotion there. “I’ve thought about this moment, even when I was mad… after you left. Not that you had any idea that I missed you.”

“I should have done a better job showing you how important you are to me, an oversight I’m remedying now.”

Callum kissed me deeply, passionately. Cupping his face, I leaned forward until I reached the shell of his ear. I nipped it once. “By fucking me senseless?”

“I’ll start there.”

He captured my ankle, wrapping his fingers around it and raised it up to rest on his shoulder. Tilting my head to the side, I wished I’d had more adventures sexually because I felt wholly out of my league. Callum planted kisses along the top of my foot. He was going to spoil me for anyone else in the bedroom, a thought that dragged up those fears of abandonment along with an overwhelming sense of contentment. I reminded myself that he wanted to be in a relationship, regardless of how we’d reconnected.

“Relax, babygirl. Drop whatever’s going through that pretty head of yours.” He tapped in between my brows. “Keep those eyes on me.”

“Yes, Sir,” I mumbled, doing my best to do as he commanded. Callum smirked, trailing the fingers of his free hand along my pussy lips. I arched, the sensations rippling through my body from barely a touch.

“Spread your legs a little wider, baby.”

Callum waited for me to obey then slid his cock inside of me, inserting himself slowly while my body stretched to accommodate him. I grabbed his shoulders, the pads of my fingers digging into his skin. He praised me, whispering how good I felt as he entered deeper.

“You feel so fucking good, Sir.”

“Hm? Right there is the spot?” he teased, moving in and out slowly and then increasing his pace while I writhed.

“There. Oh, god, please…” Throwing my head back, I moaned loudly.

Callum stroked spots inside my core that I couldn’t recall anyone else ever finding. He drew another moan from my mouth, hitting my g-spot as if he mapped it.

“Come on, Quinn. You’re almost there. I can feel you clenching around me. I want to see you come all over my cock.”

“Sir!”

“That’s right, babygirl. Come for me, pretty girl.” His voice rumbled against my chest.

Callum grabbed my other ankle, setting it on his shoulder so that I was raised off the mattress. He increased the speed of his hips and I was helpless to do anything but allow the orgasm to crash over me.

“Sir! Oh, Sir! Holy fuck.” I smacked my palms down at my sides, trying to find purchase on the blankets to give myself something solid to grab. Wave after wave of pleasure washed through my body until I was a whimpering mess of bliss.

Callum hit his own peak, the muscles in his abs contracting and releasing as he came. He paused long enough to slide my legs to the mattress before resting his body on top of mine. I rubbed every part of him that I could reach while our breathing evened out.

“You were amazing, Quinn. Don’t escape back into your head.”

“How did you know?” I groaned when he shifted around to dispose of the condom. He was right, but after so much time spent apart I was surprised that he read me so easily.

“I’ve been paying more attention than you give me credit for,” he said quietly.

“Shower? Bed? I’m not a night owl anymore. Not when I have responsibilities.” I didn’t acknowledge what he said only because I wasn’t sure how to answer. It wasn’t really anything about what he was doing, and more about my deep-seated fears. I had to work through them and trust him. At the end of the day it was me versus me when it came to feeling worthy and seen. His guidelines and structure helped immensely, but I needed to allow myself room to bloom no matter what.

“Sure, spitfire. We have an early day. I’ll make you pancakes.”

“And spank me in the kitchen?” I waggled my eyebrows. “A spanking a day keeps the sass away or whatever?”

“While that’s an excellent motto, babygirl, your ass will still be sore tomorrow morning.” He leaned down and kissed my hip. “Don’t worry, we’ll reassess in the evening. Perhaps a bedtime session.”

“And the next day? And the next day?” I grabbed his hands in mine.

“Absolutely. Whatever I have to do to remind you that I’m not going anywhere.” Callum tugged me to the edge of the mattress, stood and swept me into his arms bridal-style.

“Yes, Daddy. I know you mean it. And I look forward to spending more time together.”

“Good girl. I’m going to keep showing up until you finally feel it in your heart, beautiful.”