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“You don’t have to tell me.”
“Yeah, I think I do. I want you to know all of it, so that you understand. I’d looked up some stuff on the internet but that had only made me more confused. I was nervous and shy and so desperate to please him. I had no idea what I was doing. I didn’t please him. He told me that night that I was too skinny and pale. Men liked women with big tits. There was no way he could get a hard on looking at me.” She paused then, swallowing the lump in her throat. “He taught me how to go down on him. Then when he was hard enough, he faced me away from him and took me from behind.” She couldn’t go on for a long moment as the memories swamped her and tears filled her eyes. She looked at the man sitting next to her, watching her so carefully. Listening so patiently. He reached out and ran a finger gently down her cheek. It was then that she knew the past was the past. It couldn’t hurt her anymore. “The silver lining there, of course, was that he didn’t want to sleep with me very often. Until we decided we wanted children. That was a nightmare. It was almost a relief when he told me about his girlfriend and that she was pregnant. He liked sex with her, he said. Because she wasn’t frigid. Like me. It was my fault he had to go looking elsewhere. But that’s not right, is it?”
“No, sweetheart,” he said in a low voice.
“I didn’t think so.” She pushed the cushion away. “But that was my truth for a very long time. His subjective opinion had become my objective reality. Until I met you,” she stopped just short of saying “again.” “So yesterday, when you did what you did, I got really freaked out because it changed everything I thought I knew about myself. It made me realize how wrong Scott was about that. Then I wondered what else he was wrong about.”
“Everything, I’d say. The fuckhead.”
Leah laughed then, feeling immensely lighter. “Probably. It wasn’t a one off, was it? A fluke?”
“No.”
“Good. Because I want you to do it again. I want you to make me scream your name.”
He shifted closer. “Sweetheart, when I’m done with you, you won’t have the strength to sigh my name, let alone scream it.”
“Oh.” She threw herself at him then, wrapping her arms around his neck, laughing as he fell back on the cushions with his arms around her. He held her against him, not moving, so she rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he stroked her hair. They lay there for what felt like an eternity to Leah. “Callum?”
“Mm?”
“You can start now.” She grinned when he chuckled.
“Impatient.”
“Yep.”
Holding onto her, he shifted so that they were lying on their sides, facing each other, her head cushioned on his arm, his other hand laid across her cheek. She shivered when he kissed her. A whispery soft kiss that she felt right down to her toes. He trailed his hand from her face, down her arm to her hand, linking his fingers with hers as he deepened the kiss. She opened her lips, meeting his tongue with her own, delighting in the sensations coursing through her. It felt so different to every other time he’d kissed her. She thought she knew why. Because she felt different. She felt open to him. She trusted him completely. And she wanted this. She wanted this so much. She pulled her hand from his and shifted closer, sliding her arm around his waist and pressing herself against him as hard as she could.
His free hand roamed over her body, from shoulder to hip and back up. Into her hair. Down her back to her bottom, then down the exposed skin of her thigh to her knee. He lifted her leg, hooking it over his hip, pressing his erection against her center, reminiscent of the day before. It drove Leah wild as she moved her hips against him, her kisses turning frantic. He skimmed his hand lightly up the back of her thigh to her bottom, holding her still while he ground himself against her. He pulled back a little, breaking the kiss to watch her as he moved his hand between her legs, massaging her through her underwear. Her breath turned ragged when he slipped his fingers past the waistband of her underwear and she felt the tip of one finger slide over her clitoris.
“Mm, so wet,” he almost growled, his eyes on hers as he moved his finger against her. “Have you been imagining me doing this to you?”
“Yes,” she gasped as he pushed a finger inside her.
“What else have you imagined me doing to you?” His eyes were dark and intense on her face.
“Everything.” Her hips jerked against his hand as the first ripples of pleasure emanated from her core. He moved his hand faster and Leah gripped his shirt in a tight fist. She cried out as she came, the orgasm trembling through her, leaving her heart pounding. She buried her face in Callum’s neck, sighing when he wrapped her in a tight embrace.
She lay in the circle of his arms, breathing him in as her heart rate slowly returned to normal.
“Are you asleep?” He asked quietly.
Leah chuckled. “No.”
“Good.”
She gasped as he pushed her onto her back, covering her body with his own, claiming her lips in a long, drugging kiss. She ran her hands down to the hem of his shirt, slipping under and skimming her palms across his back, reveling in the feel of smooth skin over taut muscle. She’d never really been one for appreciating the male form, but that was changing rapidly. He had an amazing body. And he smelled amazing. And he felt amazing.
He raised his head to look at her, his face shadowed in the pale moonlight. “That was for starters.”
“Right.”
“Do you trust me?” He brushed her hair back from her forehead.
“Yes,” she answered, without hesitation.
“Kiss me.”
