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I want to touch every part of her, kiss every part of her.
I deepen the kiss, flatten her against the wall, still holding her hands above her head. I nudge into her taut belly with my dick.
Fuck, I’m hard.
Hard as steel.
Though I don’t want to, I break the kiss and inhale deeply.
Her lips are pink and swollen, her cheeks ruddy, her amber eyes heavy-lidded. I could look at her forever, but like a magnet, my lips go to her bare shoulders.
Those shoulders.
Her flesh is velvet silk, and she sighs as I trail kisses over her.
“So beautiful,” I murmur, still sliding my lips over her neck and shoulders.
Everything. I want to do everything to her.
Except right now…
Right now…
I need to be inside her.
With my free hand, I lift her short dress.
Oh. My. God.
For a split second, I think she isn’t wearing panties. When my fingers find lace, I realize it’s a thong.
I could undress her, regard her luscious body in only a thong, but right now all I can think about is getting into that hot pussy.
Condom. Where’s my condom?
To get it out of my pocket, I have to let her go.
That doesn’t seem like a viable option at the moment. “Please tell me you’re on the pill,” I say.
“Yeah,” she sighs. “Since I was— Oh! Sixteen.”
“Thank God.” With a free hand, I unzip my pants and pull out my cock. “I’m clean. I swear.”
“Me too.”
I groan, grasp the strings of her thong, and shove myself into her.
My God.
She’s tight but so wet I slide right in balls deep.
She sighs against me.
I’m inside her. Inside her for the second time, and I haven’t even sucked on her gorgeous breasts. Kissed her naked body.
I’ve never wanted a woman like this.
She deserves better.
She’ll get better.
But in this moment, this pure and raw moment, I’m going to fuck her against the wall, next to the door.
It’s that urgent. That necessary.
I pull out and thrust back in, and if possible, she feels even better the second time.
Better the third.
And the fourth.
Each time, she sheathes me more completely, and after two more thrusts, I’m ready to come.
Without a condom, my cock is more sensitive than ever. I shoot into her as I burst inside.
Not just my dick is involved. Every cell in my body is. I totally explode, and the contractions in my dick splatter like paint throughout my arms, legs, fingers, toes.
Fuck.
I hold myself inside her, relishing in the hazy feeling of euphoria. It’s more than just condomless sex.
It’s more than a fuck against a wall.
It’s more.
So much more.
My rapid breathing gets under control after a few minutes, and I let myself slip out of her.
I’ve fucked her twice now, and I haven’t yet given her an orgasm.
This isn’t like me. I always make sure my partner is satisfied before I take my own pleasure. Indeed, it’s part of my pleasure.
What the heck is wrong with me? I love women. I want women.
But this thing with Callie Pike is on a whole new level.
“Damn,” I say against her neck.
She brings her legs to the ground.
“I didn’t mean for that to happen,” I tell her.
“I wasn’t complaining.”
“You should be. There’s more to me than quick fucks, and I’m going to prove that to you tonight.”
She moans softly.
“I just… You look so beautiful. Your hair.” I reach toward her and sift her locks between my fingers. “It’s so soft. I love the way it flows over your shoulders. And your shoulders, Callie. You have the sexiest shoulders I’ve ever seen.”
She parts her lips, licks them.
Damn.
“I…”
“Yeah?”
“I need some water,” she says.
“Oh. Yeah. Of course.”
I pull her dress over her luscious ass and take her hand, leading her to the kitchen. I grab two glasses out of the cupboard and fill them. “Here you go.”
She nearly drains the glass.
“This is a gorgeous place.” She sets her glass down on the granite countertop.
“Dad bought it after Dee was born. Uncle Ry and Aunt Ruby have a place in the same complex. Uncle Joe has an actual house up here.”
Her eyes widen. “Wow.”
“I like our place the best. It’s cozy, you know?”
“Cozy? This place is huge.”
Is it? Perhaps to Callie it does seem huge. It’s about two thousand square feet, with a great room and three bedrooms. Three full baths. About the same size as my loft in downtown Denver.
Tiny compared to the houses on our ranch.
Callie walks barefoot—she kicked off her strappy sandals after our quickie—into the great room. “I love the rustic decor.”
“You want a fire?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “If it were the dead of winter, I’d say yes. But no, it’s not necessary.”
“If you want one, it’s necessary.”
“It’s October.”
“We sometimes have snow in October.”
“Yeah, but there’s no snow now. It’s fifty-five degrees outside.”
“There’s nothing like making love by the fire.” I smile.
“It’s tempting…but no.”
“Callie…”
“It’s not the temperature, Donny. A fire just took a dream from me. From my family. I really don’t want any flames near me.”
