“Callum,” I breathed. “Holy shit.”
He growled out something that sounded like ‘Jesus Christ’ but continued his ministrations.
His hand was clenched so tightly on my ass that I knew I’d have bruises in the morning.
And his fingers inside of me started to scissor, stretching me and preparing me for what was about to come.
And when that time came, when he was pulling out of me and once again reaching for the lube at my side, I started to hyperventilate.
“You’re okay, baby,” he said, smoothing his hand down the length of my spine. “I told you I’d never hurt you.”
I knew that he wouldn’t.
Yet my butt was about to have something the size of a goddamn log shoved into it, and despite all the working up he’d done, I was scared that he wouldn’t fit.
I shouldn’t have worried so much, though.
Because by the time that his cock pressed to my entrance, he was once again playing with my clit, making me forget to be nervous.
My body was Callum’s to control. If he wanted me hot and bothered for him, he was going to make it so. It didn’t matter that I was freaking out—or had been previously. He was making me get into the zone, and by the time he started to sink his cock inside, I forgot to be nervous.
All I could think about was how excited I was. How much I wanted him filling me up—even if that filling up was happening in my ass and not my vagina.
“Fuuuuck,” I breathed, feeling the slight burn of my body as it tried to accept Callum’s invasion.
“Sweet baby Jesus,” he breathed. “I’ve never…”
He sounded like he was strangling. As if he was speaking through sheer force of will alone.
“Tight?” I breathed.
Then I remembered reading something in a book. One of my most favorite romance novels ever.
I remembered how the hero had told the heroine to ‘push out’ as if to block entrance.
And when I did that, not only did he slip inside, but he slipped all the way inside.
In one swift move, he was inside of me to the hilt, and I felt so full that I clutched the sheets and squeezed my eyes closed so hard that I saw stars.
It didn’t hurt per se, but it definitely didn’t feel right, either.
But before I could investigate that any further, he started to play with my clit again.
At first it took me a while to respond.
Then he pulled his cock out and slowly let it sink back inside.
Over and over again, he did this, taking his sweet time, and working my body back up to that breaking point.
His balls swung lazily, smacking against my pussy with soft taps.
Soon, I was almost anticipating those taps, and on the fifth tap, he used a little more force than he’d been doing prior, and something tightened inside of me.
My ass clenched, and his hand stilled.
“Play with your pussy,” he ordered.
I didn’t hesitate to sink two fingers inside of myself, and when I felt the long length of his cock between the inner wall of my ass and my pussy, things started to get a little heated.
My mind started to fire on all cylinders, and suddenly all I could think about was how naughty I was being. How good he felt inside of me. How much I loved the way his fingers played with my clit, and how my nipples were dragging deliciously against the bedsheet.
And all of a sudden, before I could so much as prepare, everything tightened down at once.
My pussy clenched on my hands, and my ass practically squeezed the living hell out of his cock.
I cried out, and my eyes flew open.
But still I couldn’t see.
Stars danced in my vision as everything came to a crescendo.
My orgasm burst over me so completely that I screamed.
Callum’s bellow followed shortly behind, and his thrusts went from gentle to frantic and uncontrolled seconds later.
And when his cock started to jerk inside of my ass, I knew he’d followed directly behind me.
When everything was said and done, when I finally regained control of my heart, and Callum’s cock was going soft in my ass, I said, “We’re going to have to do that again.”
He laughed and dropped his forehead between my shoulder blades.
“Baby, I’m willing to do that over and over again.” He paused. “But you’re going to have to give me at least twenty minutes to recover. I think I might’ve suffered a minor stroke.”
I snickered as he lifted himself from my body. When he pulled free, and things started to run down the back of my thigh, I quickly hurried to the bathroom and did what I had to do to get cleaned up again. He joined me in washing, then left without a word.
When I got back out, Callum was on his back, lying on a new sheet, staring at me with all sorts of love in his eyes.