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He kissed me, and I found myself laughing into the kiss. He could be so sweet, so lighthearted sometimes. So different than the mostly silent but strong type he came across as in almost every situation.
It was lovely to tease him and be teased. And sexy teasing was easily one of the best kinds.
“Since you think about my cock so much,” he finally said, brushing his lips across mine. “It’d be kind of mean not to give it to you now, wouldn’t it?”
I laughed again, but I stroked it through his underwear. “So fucking mean.”
He rolled off me and sat, his back against the pillows and the headboard, while he pulled me with him. I ended up straddling his thighs. I scooted back enough that I could cup my hand over the mound in his boxer briefs.
“There you are,” I crooned. “I thought about you the whole flight. A wonder I didn’t leave a wet spot in the seat.”
He chuckled at that, and while I stroked him through the cotton material of his underwear, he slid his fingers between my legs to stroke my clit.
“You’re so hot. So wet, Callie.”
“Because of you, baby.”
His fingers tapped against my clit, oversensitive from my orgasm, and it pulled a soft cry out of me. “Yeah, baby, I like that sound.” He pressed his fingers into me, then slid them out to tease my clit again.
Having me spread open right there gave him license to touch whatever he wanted and see what kind of reactions he could get from me.
I didn’t mind. And I didn’t want him to stop.
I slid his underwear down and tossed it away before stroking his cock. He groaned when I squeezed the tip.
And despite how amazing it felt to have him stroking my pussy, I slid back to lean down and suck him into my mouth.
“Callie,” he hissed, arching his back. His fingers sank into my hair as I tongued my way up his shaft with little, tentative licks.
When I reached the head, I swirled my tongue around it and pressed the tip against the damp, glistening tip.
He stroked my jaw as I sucked his cock in slowly, like it was a personal challenge to see how long I could draw the process out.
I was finally building up some speed, falling into a steady rhythm, when his fingers tightened in my hair.
I ignored those fingers, because I was thoroughly enjoying feeling Blake’s cock throbbing against my tongue. I had such an amazing sense of power, feeling all that strength and heat against my tongue, and feeling the little ripples of desire that went through his body when I did something different.
He was such a sexy, strong man. And I had a real sense that not many women, maybe none, had ever shown him just how amazing he was.
“Callie,” he finally said, pulling lightly so I’d lift my head. I let his cock slip out of my lips with a gentle pop.
He pulled me to him and wrapped his arms around me as he kissed me hard. “I need to be inside you.”
“But you were,” I said, being a deliberate tease.
He grabbed my hips, urging me forward. “Callie.”
Before I got into position, his fingers slid into me again, like they’d missed me the whole time and were relieved to find their way back. Then he slid down a little to give me more room, and I lifted up onto my knees, so his cock aimed right at my center.
I lowered myself onto his cock as slowly as I’d sucked him in.
“Fuck,” he groaned. And once he was fully buried inside me, I ground down against him, like I was trying to get him even deeper. “Baby,” he breathed.
It was like our bodies were meant to find each other. A perfect fit. Hand in glove. Every cliche about how two people formed a perfect whole.
I’d never really believed in that stuff. Even though I read stories like that all the time in the steamy romance novels I always had on hand. I enjoyed reading that happy ending for other people but had stopped believing that something like that would ever be possible for someone like me.
The way Blake looked at me, the way he touched me, the way his body felt so perfectly in sync with mine, had made me start to rethink that.
