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Callie inched closer, her thighs bracketing my hips. She rose up, hovering over my cock. Reaching back, she unclasped her bra and tossed it aside. My mouth went dry as I settled my hands at her waist, gliding up to caress the heavy curve of her breasts. That tempting little beauty mark was at eye level and Icouldn’t resist kissing it again, flicking my tongue out to taste the sweetness of her skin.
“Peaches,” I whispered.
I gazed up at Callie as she grasped my cock, nestling the crown against her silky heat. I drank in the sight of her like a dying man in the desert, committing every inch of her to memory. When Callie pressed her palm to my cheek, I closed my eyes, hoping and praying this wasn’t just a dream that would shatter at any moment with the dawn.
When Callie sank down with exquisite slowness, my mouth fell open and my forehead dropped against her chest. I wrapped my arms crushingly tight around her, eyes squeezed shut. The rest of the world fell away as my senses filled with her—the warmth of her skin, her heartbeat, the tight grip of her pussy around my cock, eliminating any distance between us.
“Oh, Landon,” Callie breathed, tipping her head back.
Something cold and hard cracked in my chest at the sound of my name on her lips like that. A wall of iron thickness that I had built to protect my battered and bruised heart. Callie tore down that wall now, brick by brick. Dismantled my defenses and left me vulnerable in her arms.
I ghosted my hand up Callie’s bare back, cradling the nape of her neck. White heat coiled in my belly, ready to burst at any moment, but I needed to hold out a little longer. I felt like a man possessed as I pulled one of her sweet, pink nipples into my mouth, driven to appease my insatiable hunger for more of Callie’s pleasure.
Steadying herself with her hands braced on my shoulders, Callie started to move. Every shift, glide, and squeeze of her pussy made my brain white out. I gripped her hips, fingers indented into the softness of her flesh as I met her movements with a sloppy thrust or two of my own.
It hurt—God, it hurtso much. Putting pressure on my tender burns, pulling at the sensitive skin, but pain was no stranger to me. I’d suffered a lifetime of pain at the hands of my father’s fists and his fateful tongue. Callie was everything good that waited for me in the future—a home, a wife, a family. I could forget the discomfort, push it to the back of my mind, as long as I could hold her, kiss her, taste her, move with her.
Callie tugged on my hair, tilting my head back. When she sucked at my neck, her walls clenched tight around me.
“Fuck,” I rasped against her shoulder.
With the last ounce of my self-control, I buried my cock deep inside her as I came. Callie tipped over the edge after me, frantically rolling her hips, lost in a haze of her own pleasure. As my mind cleared, I peppered kisses across her chest, down those perfect breasts I couldn’t get enough of. I teased at one of her nipples until she squirmed.
“Tickles,” she said.
Without releasing my grip on Callie, I kept our bodies locked tight as I slid further down the bed. Rolling onto my side, I tugged her leg over my hip. My cock was softening by the second and I knew I’d be slipping out of her soon, to my dismay. But for now, I savored her heat, our closeness.
Callie smiled softly and traced her fingertip down the bridge of my nose. Part of me wanted to close my eyes and soak it all in. But a bigger part of me needed to keep my eyes wide open so I didn’t miss a moment.
“I think I’m in love with the cowboy next door,” Callie whispered, her fingers wandering in idle patterns over my shoulder and down my arm. “Don’t tell him, okay?”
Love.
It was such a monumental word, softly spoken between us. But it felt good. It felt right. I brushed my knuckles alongCallie’s cheek and pressed a kiss to her forehead. She gave a contented little hum.
“Your secret is safe with me.”
***
I was the first one to wake in the morning. Hell, I doubt that I slept a wink all night with Callie wrapped up in my arms. With her back against my chest, I nuzzled into the curve of her neck, kissing her shoulder. When she began to stir, she wiggled back against me. My cock jumped, trapped between my hip and her ass. I gritted my teeth, willing myself to calm down.
“What time is it?” she muttered, her voice raspy with sleep.
“A little after six,” I replied, skimming my knuckles over her bare hip.
Callie mumbled and rolled over, burying her face into my neck. Then her fingers grazed my cock. I sucked in a sharp breath, torn between leaning into her touch and pulling away. She lifted her chin, scraping her teeth along my jawline in a playful bite.
“Wake me up, Landon. I want to start my day full of you.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice.
I twisted just far enough to reach back and grab a condom off the nightstand. After hurrying to get it on, I pulled Callie’s leg over my hip and slid into the tight heat of her pussy.
“Oh, yes,” she said with a sigh, her hand over my heart. “You fit so perfectly.”
With slow, lazy thrusts and languid kisses, Callie and I chased that gradual, warm build of pleasure. It was nothing like the fumbling, desperation of last night. This was softer, reverent, like a prayer. I watched Callie come undone with her hair a tousled mess and sleep lines from my sheets etched into her skin. I followed over the edge a moment later, crushing her against me as I dreamed of drowning in her.
Callie was the first one to pull away after a few minutes. I tightened my grip on her with a grunt of disapproval. She breathed a faint laugh.
