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I'm currently snuggled up to Callum, both of us naked though we didn't have sex. I love just cuddling with him. Right now, he's snoring. Softly, not like a rhino with a sinus condition. That man is adorable and sexy even when he snores. After a few more minutes of lying here watching him sleep, I can't take it anymore. I have to wake him up. But I do it my way. I roll on top of him and place little kisses on his mouth, starting at one corner and traveling to the other side.
His dick starts to rouse first. Then his lids flutter open, and he gazes at me blearily. Yawning, he stretches his entire body with me still on top of him—and he palms my ass. "Good morning,mo chridhe."
"Good morning, hot stuff."
"Donnae mind if ye want to call me that." His lips stretch into a lazy grin. "Tha ball-ratha sìnte riut."
"Uh, what?"
"It means 'there's a lucky limb stretched against you.' And myslatis that limb." He shifts his hips to rub his cock into me. "Want to shag?"
"Yes, please."
He wraps his arms around me. "Kirsty and Luke's wedding is next week. Would you be my date?"
"I'd love to. But right now, all I want is to feel you inside me."
"After that, I mean to take you home—to my house."
"How many women have you taken home?"
"I've only lived in that house for nine months, so I never had a poke with anyone there." He winces. "I told you my injury made it difficult to, ah, perform."
"You've had no problems performing with me."
His lips slide into a naughty smile. "You inspire me."
I push up to sit astride his hips. "I promised if your food was truly magnificent, I'd give you a gift that would make your eyes roll back in your head."
Callum runs his palms up and down my thighs. "I remember. And you did seem to love my food."
"You are an amazing cook. I think it's time I gave you that gift."
He links his hands under his head. "Go on,mo chridhe. I'll give you something special when you're done."
I shimmy backward until I can lean over with my face right above his dick. It's hard and ready. So I drag my tongue over the tip to lap up the moisture there, then I moan and lick my lips.
Callum's attention stays riveted to me, to what I'm doing, and he starts breathing harder.
Braced with one elbow, I use my free hand to massage his inner thigh, edging closer and closer to his groin. My fingers brush against his sac, but I move my hand to his hip, massaging the hollow while I lower my head to lick a path up his rock-hard cock. He sucks in a sharp breath. I shift my hand down to rub his thigh again, sinking my fingers into his flesh while I close my mouth around the rosy head of his erection.
"Och,mo leannan," he growls. "Yer mouth is as hot and slick as yerròmagmust be."
I pull my mouth away. "You wouldn't believe how wet I am for you. And damn, you taste so good."
Before he can say anything else, I close my mouth around him again and give his sac a light tug. He gasps. My sex tingles, and my nipples ache, but I can wait for my climax. Right now, all I care about is making him go off like a volcano. So I close my hand around the base of his cock and pump at a leisurely pace while I lick and suck, loving the salty flavor of him and the smooth texture of his skin. My gaze remains bound to his, but the more I work his erection, the more his eyes narrow until they become the barest of slits. His cheeks have turned faintly pink, his lips have fallen open, and he's fisting his hands in the sheets.
Oh yeah, I will deliver on my promise. He's halfway to heaven already, and I love being the one to do this to him.
"Neach-gaoil,tha thu bòidheach," he says, his voice rough and his breaths uneven. "Tha mo ghion ort."
I have no idea what he said, though I've heard him speak some of those words before.
My hand pumps faster. I devour his cock like I can't survive without the flavor of him on my tongue, and his back bows up off the mattress. His chest heaves. Breaths explode out of him, sharp and short. I'm pretty sure he's on the edge right now, about to tumble over it.
He leaps up and flips me onto my back, then snatches a condom from the nightstand drawer and covers his length. With his body held up by his straight arms, he slams his cock into me. A cry explodes from my lips. I grip his biceps while he pummels me with thrust after punishing thrust. I can't breathe, can't move, frozen in the blissful torture of the moment before climax. He stops mid-thrust to rub my clit until the orgasm seizes me and pleasure rips through me so hard and fast that I can't even cry out. While my muscles keep milking him, he pumps into me with relentless strokes until he finally goes rigid and lets out strangled shouts, coming apart inside me.
We're sheathed in sweat and struggling to regain our breath.
