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Except for the heavy rasps of our breathing, the room is totally silent. I place one hand on his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of it as I settle myself over the crown.
“Fuck,” he pants, tilting his head back, exposing his throat. “So tight. So fucking perfect.”
I lean forward and skim a finger over his Adam’s apple then softly press my lips against the skin there. A low growl rumbles in his throat as I deliberately slide down the full length of him. And then slowly back up. I flatten my palm and glide back down, each time more forceful than the last. He groans quietly to my slow, steady rhythm, hands gripping my thighs, fingertips digging firmly into muscle. I watch in awe as his chin tilts further toward the ceiling and the muscles beneath my hands tense, muscles I can’t help but imagine dragging my tongue across. A delicious and familiar tingle begins licking up the insides of my thighs, spreading heat through my veins.
“Jesus, Makenna, you’re fucking killing me.”
He closes his eyes and releases a growl from deep within his throat.
My heart flutters with the knowledge that even with my inexperience I can draw that sound from him, that I can please him.
He grips my thighs heaves me off of him with unexpected force, throwing me onto my back. Our hips crash together as Callisto pushes himself into me. Hard. Deep. Rough.
“My turn,” he says.
His breathing is hard and labored with every earth-shattering thrust. God, if he goes any deeper, I swear he will tear me in half. I welcome the pain. With it, the slow-building burn within my core has become a full-blown raging flame. My head falls backward as tiny spurts of pleasure crash through me. He glides his hand up my stomach, kneading my breast while he pounds into me. Then he moves his hand to my throat, pressing his fingers against my pulse-point. His other hand lifts my ass up off the bed and pulls me to him. It hurts. God, it hurts. But at the same time, it’s the most amazing feeling I’ve ever known. It’s surreal. He slows his movements until finally he shoves into me, all the way to the root, hard and deep. He throws his head back, and I watch as beads of sweat trail down his neck. A loud, low grunt escapes from his throat as he collapses on top of me with one final jerk of his hips.
We stay like this for a moment, breathing steady, heavy breaths as the world begins to come back into focus. Callisto gently pulls himself out of me, my body still feeling the warmth and fullness of him. He rolls over onto his back. I feel his arm snake beneath my pillow and underneath my head to pull me against him. His fingers trace lazy circles on my back, and I sync my breathing to his heartbeat. My lips are drawn to him, softly kissing his skin in random places all over his chest.
“I should go clean up.”
He flexes his fingers against my back, holding me in place. “No.” Then he glides his fingers over my ass and between my thighs, sliding the thick liquid back up my leg and inside me. “Leave me where I belong.”
Dear God, this man.
I throw one leg over his and nuzzle my face in the crook of his neck. His arm pulls me closer, and I don’t think I have ever felt more secure than I do right now.
“So how long do I get to keep you?” he asks.
I look up at him and smile. “As long as you’ll have me.”
“Careful what you wish for,” he warns, a playful grin toying on his lips. “But I meant for tonight,” he continues, “when do you need to be back?”
“Well, I don’t work until 3:00 tomorrow.”
He holds his fingers up as if he’s counting. “Three o’clock? I can fuck you at least six more times by then.” The grin spreads, then he continues his finger expedition across my body, leaving trails of him, of us, on my skin. His touch is so feather-light and relaxing, I am having a hard time keeping my eyes open.
I had forgotten what it feels like to be absolutely sated. Every muscle, every cell, every inch of my body is completely relaxed, and I soon fall asleep in his arms.
The sound of sirens jars me awake. It doesn’t take long for me to remember I’m not at home in my own bed. A strong arm pulls me close and gentle lips kiss the top of my head.
“I fell asleep. I’m so sorry,” I tell him, silently praying I didn’t snore or drool on his chest.
I feel him smile in my hair then lift his head. “Don’t be. It felt nice,” he replies, and I get the feeling cuddling isn’t something he does often.
I like the way my body feels next to his, the way his warmth covers me. I could stay here forever. Too bad my bladder has other ideas.
“And now I have to pee,” I scrunch my nose up. “Sexy, huh?”
His chest moves when he chuckles. “Completely irresistible.”
He points to a door on the other side of the room. “The bathroom is there,” he tells me.
I sit up, clinging to the sheet I’m holding against my chest, and look around the bed. I lean over and search the floor then realize my sweater is in the living room.
“I’ve been inside of you, Makenna. It’s a little late to play shy, wouldn’t you think?” he says with a smirk.
I toss a look in his direction, and he lifts a brow as if to challenge me to argue. Fine. He’s right. I let go of the sheet and climb out of his bed. I don’t look back, but I can feel his eyes on me while I walk across the moonlit room butt naked.
