Page 77 of Fallen Hero

I broke the kiss, planted my lips on her neck, hoisted her higher, and pulled a waiting nipple into my mouth.

“Oh my God,” she groaned.

I drew it in deeper, gave it a swirl before I moved to the other side.

“Oh my God, Mason.”

I could feel her hot, wet heat on my stomach. Her hips moving, trying to find the friction she needed.

With a light nip, I released her nipple and asked, “More?”

“Yes.”

“You want my mouth on your pussy, sweetness?”

“Yes.”

Fucking hell.

I turned, took the three steps I needed to the bed, toed off my shoes, put a knee to the mattress, and all but collapsed on top of her. It wasn’t one of my finer moments, however, with all my blood now throbbing in my cock, it was the best I could do.

Calli’s legs tightened. She arched deep, tilted her hips. I ground down, and the mewl that tore from her throat was sheer beauty.

Jesus, fuck me.

I broke the kiss and set about earning more of those throaty whimpers. I used my lips, tongue, and teeth to work my way down to her tits. Calli’s legs fell open to make room as I lavished both nipples with attention until she was squirming and panting under me.

“More.”

All thoughts other than her pleasure disintegrated.

I shifted my balance to my elbow, shoved my hand between us into her panties, and my thumb found her clit. Her body jolted and a sharp cry rent through the room.

“Oh my God!”

I gave her nipple a deep pull, rolled her clit. Her body strung tight, her hips bucked, and she went off.

Jesus fuck. I was going to come just listening to her orgasm.

My thumb slowed to a gentle circle, working her down from her climax until she was soft and panting under me.

“You want more, Calli?”

The question was unnecessary. Her hands already had fistfuls of my hair, and she was communicating her need by shoving my head in the direction she wanted.

The shy, timid side of Calli was sexy.

This bold, take-what-she-wanted side was hot as fuck.

“Words, sweetness. Tell me what you want.”

“Your mouth,” she slurred, sounding lust drunk.

“Here?” I asked, and lowered my mouth back down to her puckered nipple.

Instead of using my tongue, I scrapped my teeth over the sensitive bud and nipped until her back bowed and she yelped.

“Yes . . . I mean, no, lower.”