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He grinned. Finally. “Only you would think so.”
“Isn’t that all that matters?”
His nose touched mine. “Yeah. All that matters.”
Callum was in my bed Monday and Tuesday. We thought of creative ways to keep quiet. His favorite way of silencing me was stuffing my panties in my mouth. Second to that was giving me his hand to bite down on. He kept himself quiet by sucking on my various body parts, most notably my tits and shoulders.
I wouldn’t let him sleep over, which pissed him off. He protested, but when I pulled the mom card, he couldn’t say much, even though he wanted to. And that only made me like him more. It wasn’t that I didn’t want Ezra to see Callum with me or for them to get to know one another, it was just that I wanted to be deliberate in how I integrated Callum into Ezra’s life, accidental meetings aside. I was head over heels and falling stupidly in love with Callum Rose, but when it came to my son, I’d always try to make the wisest decision. And for now, going slow seemed like the right course.
By Wednesday night, Callum was back to himself. His sister’s call no longer weighed heavy on his shoulders. Something like that didn’t go away, no doubt it was in the back of his mind, but it wasn’t between us.
Nothing was between us.
Callum was behind me, and I was on all fours, soaked between my thighs as he thrust into me with smooth, deep strokes. He’d made me come three times already. He’d come once. We were working toward another one for both of us.
“You’re so sexy like this, Little Bird.” His palms trailed over the roundness of my hips and ass. Dipping his thumbs between my cheeks, he spread me, and I knew he was watching himself move in and out of me. “Look at you, taking me. All stretched out and pink. My cock loves your sweet pussy. Never wanna leave it.”
I moaned into my pillow. His filthy, loving mouth sent me to the edge. “I don’t want you to leave it. I like feeling you when I’m sitting at my desk. All I can think about is you.”
He growled, hands moving to cup my breasts and toy with my nipples. I shuddered and pushed back, meeting each of his thrusts. He liked to be in charge, to move me how he wanted me, but once I got there, he liked it even more when I took what I needed from him. So, I swiveled my hips and fucked myself on his cock, panting into my pillow, wanting to scream his name, knowing I couldn’t.
“Fuck. Jesus. Fuck.” He went harder, rocking me and my entire world. I held on, bracing my hands on the headboard, and he grabbed my hips. Callum didn’t go easy on me. I never wanted him to. “God, your ass, baby.”
My back arched, half to put on a show for him, half because I just couldn’t help it. Callum had given me a gift, and he didn’t even know it. When he had me this way, taking me like he’d cease living if he didn’t, I felt powerful. Beautiful. Desired beyond measure. That was seeping out of the bedroom into my life.
While I was filling his soul, he’d been building up my self-confidence, brick by brick, orgasm by orgasm. I noticed myself lifting my chin higher, making eye contact for longer than a glance. And I asked for what I wanted.
“Harder, Callum.” My fingers bent around the top of my headboard, bracing for what was to come. “I need you to go harder.”
“I always give you what you need. You know that.” His big hand pressed between my shoulder blades until my face and shoulders were flat on the bed. Then his knees knocked mine wide, and his arm threaded around my belly, nearly lifting me off my knees so he could get to me.
He handled me roughly, pounding me with fervor. I needed it. Loved it. Craved it. Callum could toss my round body around and drill me into a wall if he so chose. He made me feel delicate and treasured in life, but in our bedrooms, he turned me into his own personal sex kitten, and there had never been anything better.
“Fuck, Wren, fuck. You gotta come, baby. I need you to get there. Feel you clampin’. You’re close, baby. I wanna get you there.”
My arms were limp, but I managed to wend one under my belly and press two fingers against my throbbing clit. That was all it took to set me off. My mouth opened, and I screamed my release into my pillow. Callum kept going, riding me through my climax, thundering toward his.
“That’s gorgeous, Little Bird. Need to have you in my bed so I can hear all your noises. I want your cries bouncin’ off my walls.” He swelled inside me, and I was a quivering mess beneath him, taking him as best I could without any bones left in my body.
Suddenly, he pulled out and rolled me onto my back. My eyes flared, but his were steady on me. His fingers wrapped around his cock, pumping it over me.
“I wanna come on you. On your tits. Your belly. Wanna see it painting you,” he gritted.
I nodded and reached out to cup his balls while he fucked his hand. “I want to see it too. Make me messy, baby.”
The cords in his neck were strained, muscles on his arms and belly taut. He was close, so close, and my inner walls were clenching all over again in anticipation. Everything we did was still so new, and I hadn’t seen Callum erupt yet. I hadn’t known until that point how badly I wanted to watch.
His free hand roamed over my belly, squeezing my sides and working his way to my breasts. He rolled my nipple between his fingers and groaned. Not loud, but I felt it between my legs.
He jerked and grunted, biting down on his lip as the first spurt hit my skin. His fist closed tight around his cock, pumping it furiously while he came all over me. And it was...hot. So hot, I had a mini orgasm of my own, panting and writhing on the sheets.
Callum finished and sunk back on his heels between my parted legs. Now, his eyes were the ones to roam, tallying the cum he’d gotten on me. I propped myself up on my elbows to look, and it was...even hotter than it had felt.
I ran a finger through the puddle beside my nipple, and Callum groaned like he was being tortured. My eyes flicked to him, and my breath caught in my throat.
“Keep goin’, Little Bird. Explore. Let me see.”
Always wanting to give him a show, I did as he asked, moving my fingers over the spray of cum on my breasts and stomach. I swirled it around and rubbed it into my skin, and Callum just watched, holding his still-hard cock in his hand. I wasn’t sure he even breathed.
