Mistakes I've Made (Broken Love Duet 1)

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she mumbles. “It’s not like I’m a virgin. It’s just… “

“Just what, Callie?” I ask, letting my gaze move over her.

“I just want it to be about us when we make love, Reed. I want to give myself to you because you’re the man I love and not because…”

“Because?” I nudge.

“Because I’m hurting over a man I thought was my father, or even because I’m scared this all might disappear. That sounds lame, doesn’t it?”

“It doesn’t. But you know, just because we aren’t ready to go all the way, it doesn’t mean I can’t make you feel good.”

“Reed?”

“I don’t want you to worry about anything, Callie. I don’t want you to think about anything other than pleasure,” I utter as I position myself on my knees between her long legs.

“What are you doing?” she gasps, and it makes me smile, because we both know what I’m doing.

I grab her upper thighs, pulling her body down closer to mine while simultaneously draping her legs over my thighs. I flatten my hands out over her skin, heating running between us and touching spots that not so long ago I thought would never be warm again. My gaze captures hers. I don’t look away, even as my fingers skim along the inside of her thighs. Callie’s breathing picks up, her chest rising and falling at a faster pace. Through it all our gazes are locked. Her teeth bite down into her lower lip, and she hisses audibly as I let the pads of my fingers brush against the wet material of her panties. I can smell the scent of her desire on the air, feel the wetness that’s already pooling against the thin lace material that shields her from me.

“I’m going to make you feel good, baby,” I promise her.

“Oh God,” she moans, as two of my fingers slide between her thigh and the elastic of her panties.

I pull them down, first one leg and then the other. Through it all I’m careful not to move my eyes from her beautiful face. Her color has deepened almost to a red glow, whether from desire, embarrassment, or a mixture of the two—I don’t know. I just know it’s beautiful. She helps me by moving her body with the faintest of direction and kicking them off when she’s finally free.

I want her completely naked, but I don’t insist on it—at least not yet. I meant what I told her. I’m not leaving her. What she and I have is forever. I’m going to go slow with Callie and prove that. We’ve had the world stacked up against us and now that it’s finally working out, I’m not going to rush it or her.

I slide backwards, my gaze still on hers, until I look at her sweet pussy. I push my shirt she’s wearing up, not wanting it to block my view. She shaves herself here, and the lips of her pussy are swollen and coated in her desire. God, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. Our gazes meet again, right before I flatten my tongue and slide it against her lips, gathering her sweet cream and sucking it down my throat, taking that sticky-sweet part of her inside of me and making her a part of me.

“God, you taste so good,” I groan, humming against her pussy. A fresh wave of her cream paints my lips and I drink it down. I use my fingers to pull her lips apart, exposing her pussy to me. I dart my tongue along the inside of her lips, not allowing myself to dive in fully, driving us both insane.

“Reed,” she gasps, as I dance just the tip of my tongue against the throbbing nub of her clit.

I feel her good hand move into my hair, her fingers tightening in my hair, as her hips rock against me, silently begging for more.

“Tell me you love me, Callie,” I demand, teasing her clit, as my fingers skirt around her entrance.

“I love you, Reed. I’ve always loved you,” she moans, her body trembling. She tightens her body like a bowstring, preparing for more.

I groan with her words, needing them more than I could ever explain to her. It’s as if once she’s given them, they can’t be taken back. I press my fingers inside of her. Instantly her body clings to me, trying to hold me inside of her. I turn them inside of her. She’s so wet and tight and she’s squeezing the fuck out of my two fingers.

It’s heaven.

I suck on her clit, drinking all her honey. She tastes better than anything that has ever passed my lips. Callie is where I belong. I was made to love her. I eat at her pussy while my fingers move in and out of her, fucking her, making her mine in ways my body will later. She’s rocking in perfect rhythm to the melody I’m creating between us. She’s perfection and she’s mine.