“I like everything about this,” I murmur when he breaks the kiss. He presses hot, open mouthed kisses to my cheek, sliding lower to bury his face in the hollow of my neck. I might not have seen this man in a while, but the intimacy between us, the honesty and trust is unlike anything I’ve ever before experienced. How is it possible that I feel so close to this man, so fast?
I’m not sure, but I’m going to revel in it, let it fill the hole in my soul, until past hurts are just that…hurts from the past. He slides down my body, his teeth nipping at the lace on my underwear.
“I’m a little disappointed,” he says, and my heart stops beating, until I catch the smirk on his face.
“Oh?”
“I love you in these sexy little panties, but I was hoping to see my clothes on you.”
“You were?”
“Yeah, I don’t know why? Strange, huh?” he says and slips a finger into the band, running his big rough finger back and forth, back and forth, and I almost cry out, yell at him to touch my clit like that, but I don’t want to rush things. I want to take tonight slow, and savor the sweetness in each moment.
“If you like I could get up and get dressed for you.” I pretend to move and his growl stops me. I stifle a chuckle.
“Now let’s not go crazy,” he teases.
“You’ll be happy to know I’m not disappointed.”
“Glad to hear it.”
“I have no desire to see you in my clothes.”
His laughter vibrates me, and I sink deeper into the mattress as it strokes my body. I honestly don’t ever remember laughing during sex, ever drawing it out with fun, sexy banter. A girl could get used to this kind of sex.
“I promise you won’t have to worry about that. Not that there is anything wrong with it, but it’s just not my thing.”
“You’re saying I won’t find you in my panties, then,” I tease.
“Well, I don’t know if I’d go so far as to say that.” A thrill goes through me as he dips his fingers into my panties. He parts me with his fingers and lightly strokes my clit. I moan.
“I like your version of being in my panties better,” I say.
“Glad you like it.” He runs his finger along the length of me. “I like it too.”
“Yeah,” is all I manage to get out as my thoughts trail off, unable to focus on anything but the pleasure in his touch.
“Want to know what I’d like more?”
“Yes,” I say and lift my head to see him. His eyes are completely focused on my panties. “Tell me. No, wait?”
“Wait?”
“Don’t tell me, show me.”
He exhales. “I was hoping you’d say that.” He nips at my panties again, dragging them lower on my hips, just enough to expose my damp sex. “You are so damn wet for me,” he says.
“Please touch me,” I say, and shock myself. I’m not a girl to open up and ask for things during sex, but with Callan, it’s different. This safe space he’s created for me has allowed me to relax.
“I’m going to touch you, Gemma. I’m going to do whatever you want me to do.”
“I like that. Here’s the thing, though. There’s something I’m wondering about, too.”
He brushes his thumb over my clit and my eyes roll back as I let loose a moan. I love the freedom to just be myself. I try to widen my legs, but my panties prevent it.
“What’s that?”
“I was wondering if you’d like it if I put your cock in my mouth?”
“Jesus, Gemma,” he growls. “Fuck yeah, I’d like that. But first, this sweet pussy needs my tongue.”
“Oh, yes, you’re right. It does.”
He chuckles against my belly, and lowers his mouth until his tongue is on my clit. I cry out and lift my hips from the bed, grinding against his face, completely shameless in my needs. He swirls his tongue, then flattens it, and presses it against me.
“My God,” I cry out, and go up on my elbows to watch him. The deep sound in his throat is a good indication that he likes what he’s doing. My sex clenches when he slides one thick finger inside me, and his head lifts to gauge my reaction. My heart tumbles a little, appreciating the check-in. “Yes,” I say, and he moves his finger in and out of me as he closes his mouth around my clit and sucks on it, hard. “Callan,” I cry. “Yes, like that.”
His finger works a miracle inside me, touching me in places no man has ever touched before, and before I even know what’s happening, heat rushes through me, all pleasure centered on the hot spot between my legs, and I let go. Completely. Liquid pleasure pours out of me, and he releases his hold on my clit to lap at me.
“Jesus,” he murmurs, and my throat is so tight with happiness, that he likes what he’s doing to me, I can barely speak. “I love the taste of you,” he murmurs, and continues to lap at me with the soft blade of his tongue.
When I can finally find my voice again, I say, “I bet I’d love the taste of you, too.”
His head lifts, his eyes raging with hunger when they latch on mine. “You want to find out?”
“Yeah.”
5
Callan
With her panties around her thighs—looking so goddamn sexy—I go back on my knees. I pet her lightly until her body stops spasming. Cheeks hot and flushed, she shifts on the bed, and reaches for me with greedy hands. I let her catch me and she tugs me toward her. A sly grin on her face, she gives a playful push until I’m flat on my back. Want dances in her eyes as her gaze slides lower over my body, the visual caress like a soft stroke to my cock. It throbs, grows another inch and tents my boxers.
“You want to see me in your clothes huh?” she teases.
“Right now, I just want to see you in my boxers.”
She laughs at that, and presses her small hand over my aching cock, squeezing me through the dark fabric. I groan, and put my hand over hers, lifting my hips and pushing a little harder. She grins, and pushes my hand away, wanting to take things at her speed. She slides her panties off, shimmies on the bed until she’s between my legs and grips the elastic band on my boxers. One quick tug frees my cock, and it slaps against my stomach. She takes me into her hands, admiration all over her face as she examines me, long thorough strokes as she weighs me in her palm.
“Nice,” she says.
“Yeah,” I agree as the warmth of her hands zaps my balls. She runs her hand up and down the length of me, and pre-cum spills from my tip. Fuck, when was the last time I felt like a hormonal teen, ready to explode on contact?
“You do like this,” she says, a playful smile turning up the corners of those kissable lips. She puts one leg over mine, and she straddles my leg as she bends forward and runs her soft pink tongue over my crown.
“Fuck yeah,” I say.
“Mmm,” she moans and lifts her head. “I do like the taste of you.”
My cock jumps as she trails her finger down the long length of me. I want her mouth on me, I want it on me so goddamn bad it’s all I can do not to take her head and guide her down. But I want to do things on her terms, even if it fucking kills me.