Perfect Notes

I swallowed hard. “I’m a to-do?” My knuckles went white as I tightened my grip. I’d yet to draw back the bolt.

“Very much. Number one.” He paused.

My indecisiveness froze me to the spot.

“Callie.” His voice had acquired a softer edge. “If you don’t want it, just say make me number two, and I’ll leave you be.”

The choice swung back to my side of the court. “So I’m number two now?” I spoke quietly, resting my forehead on the wooden door.

“No, never. Always my first choice. I promise, Callie, nobody else will replace you. I don’t need…others to do what you do—and you do it so brilliantly—for me. I adore you. Come out, and show me your gorgeous body. Let me make love to you.”

I let out a tiny sob of relief. It was the first time he’d come close to anything romantic in his overtures toward me. Plus, he’d made a point of putting his other women out of bounds. No more Magda. She’d told me, and now he confirmed it. I slipped back the bolt and squeezed the handle down.

Stefan stood in the doorway, hands resting on either side of the wooden door. All six foot whatever filled the space and I walked straight into his bare chest. He wore boxers and nothing else. I dropped my towel with surprise at his proximity.

He lowered his eyes, taking in my nudity. “Callie,” he exclaimed, taking a step back. “You’ve… For me?”

I nodded. Maybe for him, but for me too. I wanted to feel sexy. When he touched me, I wanted the intimacy of flesh against flesh.

I’d hardly any time to assimilate his beaming smile. He scooped me up in his arms and marched across the bedroom. With little ceremony, he tossed me onto the bed and I bounced on my back. I shrieked when he took hold of my ankles and dragged my legs to the edge. His eyes twinkled as the bright sunlight shot through the window.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he spread me wide.

“You’ll find out. I’m going to take a closer look.” He knelt by the bed, lifted my thighs over his shoulders and hooked his arms around them, pinning me in place.

Now I knew. I buried my face in my hands. Those little tingles of expectation had exploded into a flurry of pulsating nerves firing off. It spread like a tsunami around my body, but its center remained exactly where his mouth descended.

First contact—a lick of his tongue. He’d flicked my clitoris with the tip of his warm flesh and I quaked with unconcealed pleasure. Another lick, another shiver of delight. He delved lower, sliding his tongue between my folds, and plied my slit with his oral skills. Such deftness he exhibited. The gentle edges of his beard tickled as he traced the outline of my labia and dined on my delicate flesh.

I writhed, twisting my hips from side to side while he continued his onslaught. His mouth joined his tongue, sucking my sex lips into his mouth an

d nibbling on them with the edge of his teeth. When his mouth enveloped my clitoris, he drew it out from under its hood and tickled it before rhythmically sucking my tiny bud into a frenzy.

He hid below my eyeline and I couldn’t see his response. I imagined his erection, bulging in his pants, waiting to be serviced by my drenched pussy. I scrunched my hair into fistfuls, trying to hold back from coming too quickly.

On cue, Stefan paused and spoke. “Don’t, not yet.”

“Quick. Be quick!”

He shuffled out of his boxers, chucking them to one side. He hovered over me, licking his lips, savoring my juices in his mouth. “Nice,” he said. “You taste good.”

I groaned with frustration at his delaying tactics, then I caught sight of his swollen cock. The veins stood out clearly, the shiny head dripping with pre-cum. I’d made him like that. I glowed with delight. My supposedly silly shaving endeavor had turned up trumps.

“I want to taste you too.” I smiled, regaining my confidence. I stayed my impending orgasm and shuffled off the bed. I knelt at his feet, my head level with his splendid erection, and sought out the rounded end with my tongue.

As he entered my mouth, I caressed his smooth skin, stretched out by his engorgement. His cock rested on my tongue, allowing my buds to taste his flavor. He’d bathed in another bathroom, so gone were the acrid chemicals, and in their place a lingering odor of soap and, my favorite, the musky smell of masculinity. I sniffed as I licked, taking in the full sensory experience.

He moaned, “Mausi,” from above, staggering a little on his feet before positioning them farther apart. He’d lowered his height, and I no longer had to stretch up to reach him, enabling my bottom to hunker on my heels, stabilizing my stance. I drew him farther into my mouth, sucking in my cheeks with the same rhythm he’d applied so expertly minutes earlier. My drooling quickly covered the dry, velvety texture of his erection. I smothered him until he hit the back of my throat.

My scalp prickled, first with the exhilaration, then because he’d grasped my locks in his fists and tugged. My damp hair, made smooth with conditioner, released a perfume as he coiled his fingers about the strands. He anchored his hands and eased me closer to his groin, forcing me farther than I’d ever managed before. My innermost place, deep within my lower belly, tightened, surprising me with its abilities to accommodate his girth and length.

I struggled to breathe and I slapped his thighs. My head sprang back as he dropped his hands to the side. The pre-cum he’d spilled pooled on my tongue. I swallowed, opened my eyes and looked up at Stefan. He seemed to tower over me and his face glowed, a beacon telling me he existed in a state of bliss. So did I. I leaned forward, ready to take him again.

“No,” he said. He tipped my chin up with a finger. “On the bed, let’s both enjoy this.”

Oh, my. My inner motor purred as he helped me up and tipped me onto the bed. He lay down and his cock beckoned to me. I crawled over to him with my bottom up in the air.

He grabbed my leg. “Up and over,” he instructed. “And wait for my command.”