Page 15 of Crashing into Love


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“And what were we doing?”

I whimper when he pushes down on my shorts, crushing the fabric against my sex and kissing the edge of my mouth. I turn to kiss him fully, my body urging me to throw myself at him, to fuse with him.

He leans back slightly, a smirk on his lips, as though he’s barely holding himself back.

“Answer my question,” he says firmly.

I gaze up at the ceiling, finding it difficult to look at him when he’s staring with such certain resolve. I know where he wants this to lead, what he wants.

“We were having sex,” I whisper. “I was on top and I was riding you and…”

I trail off, glad when he crushes his lips against mine.

It means I don’t have to go into detail about the fantasy, something I’ve never had to do before, revealing parts of myself I’ve always kept private because I can’t stand the idea of humiliating myself.

Our tongues clash and shivers run up my spine and through my body, as he presses his hand even harder against my sex.

I moan and buck against him, rocking my hips as instinct drives me.

“Fuck,” he snarls, breaking the kiss but keeping his face close to mine, staring at me with passion flaring in his wolfish eyes. “I need to taste you, Callie. I need to taste that sweet tight hole.”

I whimper and nod, barely aware of what I’m doing, desperate only to sink deeper into the pleasure. I’ve never done anything like this before, but something deep inside of me tells me to be quiet, not to tell him about my inexperience.

But what if this goes too far? What if it all spins out of control and I’m left with the prospect of disappointing him?

He groans, his breath whispering over me, as he forcefully presses his lips against mine again. “Say yes, Callie. Tell me you want me to eat your soaked little pussy.”

“Please,” I whimper, trembling against him. “Take me, Conrad.”

Take me.

It’s a poor choice of words because it could mean fuck me, make love to me, and I’m not sure if I can do that. But then I can’t sink any deeper into anxiety.

Grumbling like a bear about to devour a meal, he slides down the bed, his hands all over me. He grabs my PJ shorts and yanks them down roughly, making me gasp at his force, at the absolute undeniable need coursing through him.

He pulls my shorts down my ankles, throwing them to the floor, and then leans back. I stare down at him as he grips onto my thighs, gazing up at me with eyes brimming with a thousand unvoiced desires.

“You are so, so, so fucking wet. Do you always get this wet, you horny girl?”

I bite my lip and shake my head, my body screaming with the need to feel him, my clit yelling at me to make it happen.

“Don’t worry, baby girl.” He smirks, kissing up my inner thigh, sending fireworks exploding over my belly and coiling around my limbs. “I can tell how badly you need to cream for me.”

His kisses are hot promises against my thighs, getting closer and closer to my sex. His hands make deeper impressions on my skin. It’s like he’s fighting the urge to throw me across the bed, roughly bend me over and drive himself inside of me.

And then his mouth makes contact with my sex, boiling sensations exploding inside of me as he drags his tongue from my hole to my clit. He flickers against my bud, growling as he moves forward, taking the needy nub in his mouth and sucking on it.

I can’t do anything apart from rock with him, driven by the lust scorching through me, bucking and writhing as he works his tongue even faster.

“You taste fucking perfect,” he growls, smoothing his hands around to my hips, and then wedging them under the bed and grabbing my ass. He digs fingers into my flesh, squeezing possessively. “Fuck, you like that, don’t you, you horny thing?”

“Yes, yes,” I gasp, hardly able to form any other words, hardly able to see as tears of pure pleasure flood my eyes. “Oh, God…”

He pushes his face against my pussy, opening his mouth and licking and sucking me so I can’t feel any individual sensation anymore.

All I’m conscious of is the heat and the tingling pressure of his mouth and tongue, my clit feeling like it’s going to explode and send euphoric sensations tearing through me.

“Oh, oh,” I whimper, shuddering, my heart slamming against my rib cage. “I’m going to…”

And then everything pauses like the world stops spinning. My moans turn hollow and I can’t draw in enough air. My legs buckle and I begin to vibrate like there’s a bomb going off inside of me, exploding over and over.

“Ah, ah,” I gasp, as Conrad attacks my clit with more speed, more ferocity, his tongue blazing across it.

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