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The expression on his face is slightly awed as he runs a finger over my stomach, then up under my breasts, making me shiver and gasp. “You’re so pretty, Callie.” His eyes meet mine, and the black depths are already a little glazed. “I want to devour you.”
“Please,” I whisper.
The plea unlocks him. He shoves off me and strips off his pants and briefs, his movements confident and economical. When he turns back, his erection juts proudly from between his strong legs. It’s long, thick, and so hard it taps against his stomach as he climbs onto the bed. He ignores it, in favor of flipping me over and pressing my face into the pillow. One hand in my hair, the other palming my ass.
“Stay like this, Cal.”
“Okay.” I turn my cheek so I can watch him. He sweeps my hair over my shoulder, and presses his lips to my back. Cool air caresses my overheated skin. I shiver with anticipation. I’m vulnerable like this, in a way I never let myself be with Eric. Jonah hooks his fingers under my underwear and eases them down. I can’t see his expression, but I hear a soft groan of pleasure before he brushes between my legs. It feels like I’ve touched a live wire. Sparks fly, heat spreads through me.
And strangely, despite how I’m bared to him, I feel utterly protected. I trust him. For all his faults, I know there’s no reason for embarrassment with him. He’s brutally honest and no one could make him do anything he doesn’t want to do. Which means he really wants this, wants me.
One big hand pushes my knees wider, and then his tongue slicks through my core, over my clit, and back again. My hips buck and he presses me back down.
“Oh god,” I breathe.
“Try again,” he mutters, before licking me again. Warm wetness mixes with desire as I arch against the bed. He tongues my clit, and I murmur, “Oh, Jonah.”
“Good girl,” he growls against me. “You taste—” He makes a ragged sound of approval, and then spears his tongue into me in a way that makes me scream his name. He laughs softly.
“You like that?”
“No one has ever done that.” I’m panting slightly. My body is shaking with need, already.
“Fools,” he hisses, before he does it again.
He brings me to the edge with his clever tongue, and then he presses one thick finger to my entrance, and pushes slowly in. I’m gasping into the pillow at this point, trembling with the need to finish. My limbs are warm and heavy and sparks dance behind my eyes.
“Come on, Cal.” He sucks on my clit and crooks his finger, and I break apart, moaning his name. The orgasm is sharp and jarring, unexpected in its intensity.
“Another,” he murmurs, stroking lightly.
“Another? I don’t think I’ve ever had two.”
“Two?” I can hear the smile in his voice. “Oh no, you’ll have more than two. But we’ll start small.”
He strokes me gently, just the tip of his tongue moving over me, the pad of his finger, until I’m pushing back against him.
He presses his finger back into me, and I clench around him. “Jonah.” He crooks it and thrusts while he sucks on my clit, hard. “Jonah,” I cry again. “That feels so good.” My words make him shudder and I decide right then and there to tell him exactly how he makes me feel. If he’s going to give me this, I can give him that. Another orgasm is building, the desire a heady rush. I’m free-falling into him and the feeling he can give me, with no expectation of anything in return. Wonderful man.
He brings me right to the edge, again, with just soft flicks of his tongue and light thrusts, almost absurdly gentle, like I’m made of glass. “Please,” I moan. “I need you, Jonah.”
“What do you need?” he growls the words into my skin.
“I need you—ah. Right there.” I pant. A second finger joins the first, and oh no, I’m going to come again. Pressure is building between my legs, there, so close, and then I break, flying into pieces as I scream his name.
He strokes my back as I come down, light and soothing. I flip over and he lets me. His eyes are heavy lidded, but a cocky grin is on his lips.
“You’re very proud of yourself,” I mutter.
“You’re hot when you come,” he shoots back. His eyes darken as they roam over me. “Are you up for more?”
I love that he keeps asking. This is all about me, not about him.
“Please.”
His eyes flare and he reaches over me to pull a condom from the drawer by his bed. A rip of gold foil, the hiss he makes as he rolls it onto his length, and then he’s right there. My hands dig into his shoulders, his neck strains, and he pushes into me, just an inch.
“Oh, wow,” I whisper. He’s bigger than I thought.
