She gasped, lifting her hips slightly.
“I’m sore,” she whispered. “We did lunges in my Zoom workout class.”
My eyes went down to where my hand was underneath the shirt she wore, and then back up.
“Whatever you do,” I said softly. “Make sure you keep these legs. God, I just want to worship them.”
She scrunched up her nose. “I hate them. They’re so bulky.”
“They’re muscular and tight, and tan. God, I want them to be wrapped around my head while I suck on your—” My words were cut off when her hand pressed against my mouth.
Her face was flaming when she said, “Don’t say that, Callum.”
My eyes sparkled with mirth when I said, “You have a problem with dirty talk?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m not very… experienced with this.”
That made my fuckin’ week.
“Hmm,” I said as I allowed my gaze to travel up the length of her body.
The only light on now was the lamp beside the bed, and I wished I’d never turned out the overhead light. Because I wanted to feast my eyes on all of her.
“We’ll have to play it by ear then,” I teased, nipping an ear to get my point across.
She shivered delightfully in my arms, her hands clenching in my hair.
“I like your hair,” she whispered. “It was the first thing that I saw when I spotted you in the bar that night. You were drinking your beer, and it kept falling into your eyes, and I kept thinking about how it would feel when you…”
She didn’t finish her sentence, but I didn’t need her to.
I knew exactly what she was thinking.
“Unlike your problem with semen,” I joked, “I have no problem with odd substances in my mouth.”
Her face flamed all over again, and I knew that I had her.
Knew exactly what she wanted.
I started to move down her thighs, my mouth meeting the small roundedness of her stomach and pausing slightly to press a kiss there before continuing my journey downward.
When I got to the bottom of the t-shirt where it was teasingly showing me just the barest hint of pussy, I stopped.
Then ran my mouth over her firm legs, stopping just above her knee to nip the skin.
“I should’ve waxed,” she breathed.
I laughed as I slowly started to push the t-shirt up her thighs, exposing her lower half.
“I don’t know if you know this or not,” I murmured, smoothing both hands up the outside of her thighs. “But I’m a leg man. I really, really like your legs, too. They were the first thing that I saw that night. You’d gone to the bar to get a refill on your beer, and you had one foot on the ground, while the other noisily tapped on the bottom rung of the barstool next to you. God, I wanted to wrap these thighs tight around my body and steal you away, right then and there.”
She reached down and ran her hands through my hair, and I closed my eyes as an almost-purr left my lips. “I like it when my hair is played with.”
She snickered. “I can tell. You forgot what you were doing.”
The breathless way she said it made my skin tingle.
I focused on her then, going down until my chin met the skin on the inside of her thigh.
“Spread wider for me,” I told her huskily.
Already I could smell her sweet scent, and I was damn near groaning.
“You make me want to bury my face between your thighs, and not come up for days,” I declared. “God, you smell good.”
She giggled when my bearded jaw met her thighs, her fingers going into my hair a little more tightly.
“I’ve never done this before,” she breathed. “I didn’t feel like it was a good idea.”
Brows raising, I looked at her as I made myself more comfortable on my stomach between her spread thighs.
She flushed. “Because I can’t reciprocate.”
I chuckled as I leaned forward and took a long swipe of her pussy.
Her flavor burst on my tongue, and I was damn near groaning in happiness as I replied. “Honey. Let me tell you something. A real man won’t care if you reciprocate, mostly because we’re down here, eating you out, because that’s where we want to be. We don’t do this just because we want reciprocation. We do this because you taste good. And we’re men. Men like the taste of pussy.”
I was downright delirious as I spoke, only thinking about getting back to where I wanted to be most.
“You’re nuts,” she breathed, lifting her hips halfway to my mouth. “But if you’re going to insist…”
Chuckling, I bent down and got back to work, licking, sucking, and tasting every single inch of her.
She tasted like honey, sweet and thick, and I wanted nothing more than to suck every last drop of sweetness from her.
Only, I could tell that if I didn’t get inside her soon, I would be blowing all over my fuckin’ bed. And since I only had one set of sheets, I wanted to make sure that I could sleep on them that night.
With her in my arms.
“This okay?” I asked gruffly, taking one final swipe of my tongue through her parted pussy lips before sitting up and leaning back onto my feet between her thighs.
She nodded her head, her eyes wide. “I’m clean, too,” she blurted out nervously. “After… yeah, after? I went and got tested. Even though we never went bare.”
That made me fucking happy, too.
More so that there were a few things that she hadn’t done with her previous boyfriend, that she was now doing with me.
I sat up all the way, coming to my feet beside the bed, and looked down at her.
Her lower half was still exposed, but there was one thing I’d been dying to see.
I started to push my boxers down my thighs as I said, “Take that shirt off, baby. I want to see what you look like underneath of it.”
She grimaced slightly, and I paused, wondering what that was for.
But then the shirt went up over her head, bunching it so I could see what it was covering, But she ultimately left it on. I realized that I was brain damaged.
At least, that was the way it felt when my eyes zeroed in on her naked breasts for the first time.
Okay, so maybe I was an ass and a tit man.
Whatever I was, the sight of her showing me her nakedness in my bed, surrounded by her wild hair, was enough to nearly send me to my knees.
Her body wasn’t super fit. It wasn’t hefty, but it definitely wasn’t skinny.
It was just the way I liked it, though.
A girl that liked to eat, knew it, and didn’t care about a small roll here or there.
She looked like she’d be just the perfect handful…
“You’re staring at me strangely,” she accused.
My lips quirked. “I was trying to decide which part of your body I wanted to devour first.”
She smiled sweetly, then reached up and grasped the headboard of my bed.
“Let’s give Lindy a show, Shine,” she teased.
Shine.
She hadn’t called me by my road name all that often, but I loved when she did.
I also loved that she was one of the only people to call me by my given name.
The only people that did it now were my grandmother and my grandfather.
Unlike my brothers, who interchangeably used their given name and their road name, I mainly only ever went by Shine.