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“I love you.” The words shine from within him when he smiles, warming me like the sun on a soft spring day. Gentle, yet necessary for life. For my life, anyway.
“I love you, too.” The words don't come close to expressing how I truly feel. How much I need him, how whole he makes me. How his kiss unlocks something in my core, something hot and greedy and strong enough to make my breath come fast.
A sizzle runs up my spine when his tongue probes my lips, then slides into my mouth. He takes his time, kissing me slowly, exploring me while my nails sink into his firm shoulders. My hunger for him isn't the kind that fades away when I get a taste. It only grows more potent, like his kiss is gasoline poured on the fire blazing in my heart.
He breaks the kiss to lift my t-shirt over my head and tosses it on the floor. When he stares at my body—nostrils flaring, mouth open to allow for his harsh breathing—a flush creeps up over my neck and into my cheeks.
“Perfect,” he whispers, running a finger from my collarbone down to my navel. Goosebumps pebble my skin before he eases me back until I'm lying against the satin-covered pillows.
Taking my breasts, he molds them in his hands, pushing them together. His tongue sweeps over my nipples until I lift my hips, beckoning him between my legs. I need him, right now. “Callum… yes…” I whimper while my fingers run through his hair and scrape over his scalp. He groans and shudders as his tongue moves in wet circles, teasing my nipples into taut peaks.
After tempting me, he finally closes his lips around one and sucks, flicking the sensitive tip until my head spins and all I can do is moan his name. My arousal continues to build, the juices from my pussy running down my thighs until they soak into the sheets. All for him. He's the only man who could do this to me.
I'm panting by the time he releases my nipple with a soft pop. Then he's moving his lips, blazing a skillful trail down my torso, making my muscles flutter beneath his lips. “I've missed your body,” he whispers, and the hot breath fanning against my flesh makes me shiver. “I've missed the way you melt beneath my fingertips and moan my name.”
I part my legs to make room for him between them, and he releases an animalistic growl. “And the way you smell…” Another growl rips from him as he lowers his head and drags the scruff of his cheeks along my inner thigh. There's no resistance when he peels away my soaked thong to drag his tongue over my smooth, swollen lips.
I jerk my hips forward and let out a gasp of pleasure. “Yes… yes, more of that…Callum!!”
He flattens his tongue against my pussy and takes his time devouring every inch of my skin, before finding my tiny clit. It's complete bliss, that first flick of his tongue. Lightning bolts of pleasure ripple through me, and I lift my hips greedily in anticipation of the next lick.
“Fuck, little bird. Spread those legs wide. I want to see this pussy,my pussy,” he orders in that deep voice of his where I can't help but do as he says. I'm exposed and at his complete mercy, and nothing has ever felt so right. “I'm obsessed with your cunt, Bianca. I want to eat it all fucking day, to swallow every drip of cum and do it all over again. Morning, noon, and night I'd spend between your thighs so long as you keep that pretty pussy on my tongue.”
“Your mouth is filthy,” I groan. The words are barely out of my mouth as he descends on me, his tongue lapping up my juices before focusing on my clit. He makes quick strokes against the sensitive bundle of nerves and suddenly I'm breathless.
My heartbeat thunders in my ears, my muscles tense, and every fiber of my being is fixated on reaching the end. I'm so close, so fucking close. “Callum, oh god!!” I manage to gasp before moaning again, and again, while Callum's tongue drives me higher and higher until… until…
My voice breaks and there's nothing to do but scream silently, letting the waves of blissful pleasure crash over me. Somewhere in the back of my mind I'm afraid of the intensity and the way it goes on, stretching out thanks to the way Callum continues eating me like a man starved. I can't control the sensations coursing through me as the orgasm drags on, growing more powerful.
Callum only lifts his head when my silent screams turn to tears. “Shit. Bianca, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?” he asks, crawling up the length of my body. There's deep concern etched across his features when I pry open my eyes to find him looking down at me.
I shake my head as hot tears roll down my cheeks. “No. I'm sorry. I can't stop the tears from coming. I don't know what's wrong with me.” It's so ridiculous that I have to laugh at myself even as my body coughs with sobs. I can't control my emotions.
Is it the baby? Or just the fact that my life's been so hectic and unpredictable lately?
Callum answers the question before I can voice it. “You needed that release,” he muses, wiping my cheeks with his thumbs.
“I guess I did.” The intensity is dying down now and I feel sort of stupid, yet he continues to stare at me with adoration.
“I've never made a woman come so hard, she cried.”
“There's a first for everything.” I wind my arms around his neck and press into him, my lips on his. The tangy taste of my arousal explodes against my tongue, and there's something incredibly erotic about tasting yourself on someone else. Callum quickly works his way out of his pants and boxers, leaving himself bare. His cock is rock hard—the slight brush of my hand against his dripping head stirs a rumble from deep within his chest.
“Do that again, and I might just come on the mattress.”
“We can't have that now, can we?” I tease.
Braced on his knees, he lifts me by the ass and tugs me forward. “There's an all-consuming hunger that can never be sedated that lives inside me when it comes to you. No matter how many times I claim you or how much I taste you, it never feels like it's enough. I want more, need more.” The hunger shines in his eyes, and he grips my legs, lifting them and gently pressing them to my chest.
“I need you, fuck me, Callum. Claim me.” I sink my nails into his thigh.
This position leaves me completely vulnerable, every inch of my pussy exposed to him. He shifts forward on his knees, and his thick cock slips through my wet folds. I shiver, the sparks of pleasure that zing over my skin at the simplest of touches.
“What type of man does it make me to want to destroy your pussy, to fuck you until you're screaming, begging, and pleading for me to stop.” Peering down between my legs, he watches, his gaze never wavering, as he guides his thick shaft into my pussy. “What type of man does it make me, Bianca?” he whispers, his eyes meeting mine.
“It makes you mine.” I gasp. There's nothing like the first few seconds when he sinks deep, stretching me to my limits, filling me with every thick inch. It's amazing how after all the times we've had sex I still have a difficult time taking him.
“So tight and perfect. Your pussy was made for me, little bird. Made for me to sink into, again and again, to fuck, and kiss, and tease. All mine.”
