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"Bod an Donais." His shoulders flag. But then he straightens and grins again. "I saw a chemist just down the street. Donnae move. I'll get what we need."
He leaps off the sofa and sprints out the door.
I stare at it. Callum wasn't limping.
While I wait for him, I go into my bedroom and strip off my clothes, then pull on the only piece of sexy lingerie I own—a pink nightie with spaghetti straps that hangs just low enough to cover my bottom. I brush my teeth too. And fluff up my hair. I know I shouldn't be doing this, especially with Callum, but I won't change my mind. More than a year without sex, only getting off with my vibrator? That ends today.
I've just sat down in my chair when the door bursts open.
Callum dashes inside and slams the door. He's breathing hard, his chest heaving, but he holds up a box of condoms. "Ahm ready."
"Better sit down and catch your breath first."
He flops onto the sofa. His gaze travels over me, and his lips curve into a sensual smirk. "Are you wearing that for me?"
"No, I thought the mailman might like it."
"Cheeky lass." He licks his lips and groans. "I love that thing you're wearing."
"It's called a nightie. And I'm glad you like it." Since I've surrendered to my lust for him, I crawl onto the coffee table. When he reaches for the zipper on his jeans, I shake my head. "Uh-uh-uh. I want to do that."
Sliding off the table, I kneel between his legs and grasp his zipper, dragging it down inch by inch while I gaze into his hooded eyes. His lips have parted. His chest rises and falls like he can't catch his breath. When I glance down at the bulge of his cock, still hidden inside his boxers, my mouth waters. That's not hyperbole. It actually happens. I hunger for his body that much. My sex has been wet ever since he walked through my door, and I keep getting slicker and hotter every second.
Once I've unzipped his pants, I slip my hand inside his boxers to tug his cock free.
Callum groans, the deep sound resonating in his chest.
The box of condoms lies on the cushion beside him. I tear it open and grab a packet, then slowly roll it onto his length. Holy shit, the man has a gorgeous dick. I can't take time to admire it, though. I need him inside me right now, which means no foreplay. So I climb onto his lap, grasp the base of his erection, and sink my body onto his cock until he's nestled deep inside me. I can't help moaning because it feels amazing.Hefeels amazing.
"Ah, lass," he purrs, "yer so wet for me, ah can feel yer cream dripping onto mahbagais. That means my balls. They're aching for ye."
He grasps my hips and urges me to move.
I rock my hips, rising a little with every backward swing, burying him deep inside me every time I tip forward. My breasts graze his chest, but though he glances down at my tits twice, he keeps his gaze pinned to mine the rest of the time, like he can't bear to look away. The fullness of him inside me feels so delicious that I moan again and clutch his shoulders, riding him faster. He slings his arms around me to pull me into him, my breasts smashed to his chest and the zipper of his pants scraping on my thighs. I rock faster while he grunts and gasps and I let out sharp cries and dig my fingers into his shoulders.
Callum claims my mouth, the kiss ravenous and as wild as the pace of our bodies colliding. I can't help making hungry little noises. This isn't enough. I need more.
I tear my mouth away from his, though I keep thrusting my hips. "Bedroom. Now. Please. Need you naked."
"Aye." He seizes the hem of my nightie and flips it up and over my head. The flimsy thing flutters to the floor. He stares at my tits for a moment, dragging his tongue over his lips, his expression rife with hunger. Then he hoists himself off the sofa while cradling me in his arms. "Where's the bedroom?"
I hook a thumb over my shoulder. "First door on the left."
He veers around the coffee table, bumps into the armchair, and staggers toward the hallway. But we crash into the wall. He starts thrusting into me while he strips off his shirt, muttering words that must be Gaelic curses. His cheeks turn pink, and he's gasping for breath, but somehow he manages to kick off his boots and shimmy out of his pants while still fucking me up against the wall.
Damn, he's got skills.
I whimper when he grasps my ass and his longest fingers slip between my cheeks. "Hurry, Callum. The bed. I need you to do me hard on a soft mattress."
"Bod an Donais."
He staggers down the hall and into the bedroom, swerving toward the bed, and leaps onto it while our bodies are still entwined. Without even half a second's pause, he raises onto his straight arms and rolls his hips with a rotating motion.
I clutch his biceps. "Oh God, Callum, yes!"
Grunting with every thrust, he locks his gaze onto mine again while the mattress bounces and the bed creaks. My cream dribbles down my thighs, and the wet slapping of flesh echoes inside the room. He grits his teeth, sucking in a breath every time he withdraws and the air gusting out of him when he punches into me again, every exhalation punctuated by a guttural grunt. I'm teetering on the verge of climax, my body on fire, when he reaches down to rub my clit.
A cry explodes out of me. My neck arches, my back flattens into the mattress, and I come so hard I swear my eyes roll back in my head. I can't breathe, move, think, or do anything except revel in the pulsating waves of my release as my body clenches him over and over. He punches into me several more times and shouts when he comes, but by then, I'm lying here limp and so damn satisfied that all I can do is close my eyes and smile.
