A Song That Never Ends (Broken Love Duet 3)

“You’re so beautiful, Callie. Completely and utterly beautiful.”

She lets out this little mewing noise that wraps around my cock, but I fight back my need for her. I want to get her lost in passion. This is for Callie. I can take care of myself later. I need to make sure she knows she’s safe and that I can be the man she needs.

I settle between her legs, lifting one carefully and giving her a smile. I begin kissing along the inside of her thigh. The air around me is saturated with the scent of her arousal, and I groan. Nothing has ever smelled better. She fucking wants me and that’s more than I could have dreamed after all this time. The inside of her thigh is wet, and I hum my approval as her sweet juices explode on my tongue. It’s been so long since I’ve tasted her, and I never thought it would happen again. There’s no description for the intoxicating flavor of her on my tongue. I’m not sure words have been invented that could describe it. What I do know is that I would do anything for this woman and for the right to be the only man that ever tastes her. She’s everything.

“Are you doing okay, baby?” I ask, compelled to check before I go further. I look up to find her nodding. Her eyes are round, and her breath is coming with ragged gasps.

“I’m okay, Reed.”

“Good. You tell me if you need me to slow down, okay?”

I barely recognize my own voice—or the way my hands tremble with hunger. My need for Callie has always been all-consuming. There’s never been anyone who could make me feel like this but her.

“I want more,” she murmurs, as hunger tightens painfully in my stomach. I give a short, stiff tilt of my head to tell her I’m in complete agreement. I don’t think it’s possible to use my voice right now.

She wants more? Then, I’m going to give it to her.

I turn my attention back to the tender flesh on her thigh. I suck on it, teasing it with my teeth, I mark her tender skin. I do it without thought, acting on instinct. She hisses and I glide tongue over the area. Her body jerks, but a new stream of wetness greets my tongue, signaling that she wants more. I lap up a path until I make it to her sweet, juicy cunt.

I breathe her in and that somehow replaces an emptiness that has ached every fucking day since I left her. No one understands how I feel—not that I’ve tried to explain it to that many people. Still, I think some women just sink down inside you, become a part of you. It’s like you must have a daily fix to keep moving, to not grow cold and frozen inside.

I lift my gaze to look up at Callie.

She’s watching me intently. I kiss along the lips of her pussy. It’s shaved, with a small thatch of neatly trimmed hair. Perfection. I use my hand to pull her lips apart, sliding my tongue between them. Fuck, she’s so soft and tender and drenched. I find that hooded button and rub my nose against it as I bring her leg up on my shoulder. That move somehow opens her sweet pussy up to me even more. I feel her heel press deep into my back and that only amplifies my hunger. I press my face into her, my nose pushing deep into her.

“Oh, God,” she whimpers. “Reed…”

“I got you, baby.”

My words are muffled against her, as I lap at her. I work her pussy with my tongue lapping up her sweet cream—proof she’s loving this as much as I am. I move to begin to suck on her clit as a couple of fingers and a thumb join my mouth. I make sure they’re covered in her wetness before I look up. I want to be able to see her clearly before I do anything else. I grin at her, licking her from my lips and swallowing her down.

“I want more,” she pants, her hips moving as she squeezes her muscles tight trying to force my hands to give her what she needs.

“Do you, honey?” I ask, my voice graveled with hunger.

“So much,” she breathes. “I’ve missed you so much…please.”

Callie’s dark hair is lying around her head like an onyx crown. It’s in complete contrast to her pale skin and the white sheets we’re lying on. It’s magnificent. I lean up to kiss her, letting her taste herself on my lips while moving my fingers over her throbbing clit and teasing it. The kiss becomes desperate, her inner muscles quivering as I continue to work her. Her hips are thrusting and rocking against me, showing me that she wants more than what I’m giving her. Her tongue is just as needy as her body. It fights mine, trying to be dominant, but I don’t let her away with that. I pull back from the kiss and look at my beautiful Callie. Her face is flushed, her lips swollen and wet. Her chest is heaving and her nipples are so hard that I’m sure it’s painful. I lean down to kiss one in apology, and she cries out as I bite it instead, marking her there to match her thigh. I immediately worry that I’ve gone too far. I look at her, my heart pounding, my cock so fucking hard it might tear through my sweatpants.