thirty-two
Evan
I don’t even see the color of the room, the setup, or anything.
There is no point when Callie is in my arms.
I kiss down her throat as I kick the door shut, forgetting our things in the Jeep. We don’t need them; we only need each other. She’s freezing, but her clothes come off quickly. I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her to the bed, covering her body with mine. Between our kisses, my jacket and shirt join hers on the floor as she rolls us over, her body on top of mine. She kisses down my chest, tracing her tongue over my last name that is tattooed across my chest, which causes my ass to clench and my cock to throb. I kick off my shoes, toeing off my socks as she undoes my pants.
She starts to push them down, but I grab ahold of her hands, sitting up and moving them behind her as I take her mouth with mine. She gasps as I kiss down her neck and shoulders while I hold her hands behind her, not allowing her to move. I run my tongue down her chest, along her scars, and up her neck again, tasting every bit of her. It’s not enough, though. It’s never enough. I lift her hands over her head and then lay her back on the bed as our lips meet in a heated combination of emotion and excitement. Never in my life did I think I would actually find someone who would make me want to utter those three words, but Callie isn’t just someone.
She’s everything.
I hold her hands down on the bed as I kiss all over her body and undo her pants. She’s already kicked off her shoes, so it doesn’t take long before she’s fully naked beneath me. I fall between her legs, where I belong, and I want nothing more than to drown inside her. As I kiss down her chest to her belly, I let go of her wrists, and she tries to move. But when my eyes meet hers, she pauses.
“Bet you can’t stay like that,” I challenge as I reposition myself between her thighs and run my teeth over her slick center. She gasps, arching into me as her eyes go half lidded. She doesn’t answer, not that she needs to. I use my tongue to move past her lips and find her hot, throbbing nub. I swirl my tongue around it, opening her up with my fingers and holding her thighs apart with my elbows. I suck her into my mouth, wanting every single bit of her between my lips. Wanting to consume her. She cries my name, thrashes beneath my mouth, but she doesn’t move her hands. She arches up, crying out loudly, and it’s hard to even think with all the naughty noises leaving her lips.
Her moans are like a symphony to my ears, and I swear I haven’t ever heard anything as intriguing and beautiful as her. No love ballad can compare to the complex artistry that is this girl. When I don’t trust myself, she is there, reminding me who I am. Other than Owen, I didn’t think there was another person out there who could get on the same level as me and truly know me. I never gave loving myself again a second thought. I didn’t think I deserved it. I was a failure. But being loved by Callie, I know I am worth it.
I suck her clit into my mouth, gently nibbling on it, and she comes undone, her whole body going taut as she screams my name, loudly, with no cares who the hell hears her.
“Pretty sure Bigfoot heard that one,” I tease as I kiss her center, licking at her and making her thrash beneath me as her gasping laughter fills the room.
“Well, we’re screwed if he shows, ’cause he can’t have me. I’m all yours.”
I kiss her stomach. “Fuck yeah, you are,” I insist, kissing her again. “Always.”
Her breath catches as our lips meet, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her against me as our hearts beat in time with each other. I roll to my side so I don’t squish her, but she continues the roll, her knees falling open on either side of my hips. Her wet center presses into my pants as she sits up, brushing her wild hair out of her face, looking like a fucking dream. I put my hands behind my head, gazing up at her with such adoration.
“You’re incredible, Cal.”
Her lips curve up as she undoes my pants, and with my help, she gets them off, along with my boxers. Before she tosses them aside, I grab the condom out of my wallet and hand it to her. She places it on the bed, but before I can ask why she isn’t putting it on me, she climbs into my lap and moves her sweet, slick center along my cock, driving me wild.
“Fuck, Cal,” I groan as she sucks my nipple into her mouth, running her tongue along my chest. She sits back, sending me a sneaky little grin as she slides her center down my lap. I squeeze her thighs in my hands, shaking everywhere. She sits up again, and I reach out, pressing my palm to her chest, right over her heart. She looks down at me as I run my thumb along her scar that is so light, I can hardly see it. Her nipples are pink and only for looks, but I want her to know I love every single inch of her.
“You’re perfection,” I whisper, and a soft sigh leaves her lips. She covers my hand with hers as we let the moment sink in.
“I love you,” she says softly.
“I love you,” I declare in return, and she lowers her hand to take me in her grip and licks the tip of my cock. There is no talking then. Instead, I’m in heaven. I watch as she moves her mouth up and down me, squeezing me and fondling my balls, all while keeping her eyes locked with mine.
I’m surprised I don’t blow my load immediately.
In addition to her being drop-dead striking, she sucks and licks me into a trance. I’m in awe of her and totally in love. She kisses my head and demands, “I want you inside me.”
“Done,” I practically cough out, but she brings her hand to my chest, stopping me.
“Okay, listen, but I want you to come in my mouth.”
Once more, I’m surprised I don’t blow my load immediately.
This is an ongoing struggle with her. The quick load-blowing.
I struggle to ask, “I’m sorry, what?”
Oh, Callie’s sexy kitten grin will be my downfall. Her eyes are so dark as she strokes my cock with her finger. Her nail moves into the opening of my cock, making me jump as everything goes tight. “I’m going to get on top, ride you until you’re almost there, and when you are, I’ll get off, and you finish in my mouth.”
I only blink, unable to move. “I’d like that very much.”
She snorts as she repositions above me, dropping that sweet pussy down as she guides my cock inside her. I’m lost at that moment. I take her ass in my hands, moving with her as she goes up and down my cock, her perfect pussy squeezing me into oblivion. Her hair tickles my face, driving me wild as her fingers bite into my shoulders. I reach up, grabbing ahold of her curls and pulling her head back so I can suck on her elegant neck. She grinds into me, her ass smacking into my thighs as I suck her earlobe into my mouth, harsh breaths leaving my lips. I can feel my release building, but I don’t want her to stop. She’s so tight, and I love how her ass feels against my thighs. I dig my fingers into her ass while I release her hair from my other hand and slide it down her back, each ripple of muscle teasing my fingertips.
When it’s hard to see, I know it’s time. “I’m almost there,” I grit out, and she lifts off me, sitting on my thighs and taking ahold of my cock. She lowers her mouth and sucks me, hard, fast, and within seconds, I’m arching off the bed, so deep in her throat, I’m sure I black out as I come. A guttural yell leaves my lips as I grip the bedsheet, and every part of me goes tense. She sucks me until I’m practically dead. Really. I’m dead. I have to be. How could I ever recover from this girl?
I slump into the pillows, my eyes closed tightly as my heart bangs into my chest.
I’m met with her laughter, and I can’t help but smile. “Yes, what every guy enjoys, a girl laughing at him as he comes.”
She lies on top of me, stroking her fingers through my hair before kissing my lips. “You’re so damn cute.”
“I am?” I ask, opening my eyes to see her flushed, gorgeous face.
“Oh yes,” she says, kissing my nose. “I love sex with you. It’s so much fun, teaching you and learning what makes you squeal.”
I eye her. “Aren’t I supposed to make you squeal?”
She grins. “And you do, but I’ve never had fun during sex before you. Not only am I having a blast, but I swear, I’ve never come this much in my life.”
I move her hair out of her eyes, tucking it behind her ears. “So, it’s not the same with everyone?” I ask honestly and with no fear of judgment.
She leans her head into my hand. “No. It may be the same basic act, but you know, not everyone is the same.”
“True. I guess that was silly to ask.”