Page 73 of Callow

“Come here,” he said, hands going to my ribs and pulling until I came down over him.

He reached up, removing the clip from my hair, letting it fall around us like a curtain as I pressed little kisses to his lips.

His hands roamed me then, teasing over my skin, making desire overwhelm each nerve ending.

They moved back up, working the clasps of my bra free, then sliding the straps off of my shoulders.

I sat back, letting the bra fall away.

The sound that moved through Callow then would star in my steamy dreams until the end of time.

His hands slid up my belly, cupping my breasts. Squeezing, rolling, teasing until the tension in my core was too strong to ignore, making me rock my hips down on the hard length of him.

My head fell back on a moan, making Callow’s fingers grip my hips.

“That’s a good fucking look,” he said as I started to grind down on him harder and faster.

Callow knifed up, grabbing me, and rolling me under him again. His lips went to my neck, then blazed a trail downwardbetween my breasts. His warm breath teased my skin as he shifted to the side, sucking my nipple into his mouth.

Heat flushed my body as I arched off of the mattress and into his mouth. My fingers went into his hair, holding him against me as his tongue teased around the peak, as his teeth grazed.

He shifted, moving across my chest to keep stoking my desire.

I wanted it to last forever even as the ache in my core intensified.

Seeming to sense it, Callow moved between my breasts again, moving downward, kissing over my belly, my hips, then lower as he started to draw down my pants and panties.

He had to move off the bed to free my legs. Standing above me, I got to watch the hunger in his eyes as he gazed down at me.

He sucked in a deep breath, making his shirt stretch across his chest before he reached back to pull it off.

It was my turn to soak him in.

That wide chest, those indents to his abdominals. The V that disappeared into the waistband of his jeans.

Seeing my gaze go there, Callow’s lips curved up as his hands went for his button and zipper, working them free, then pushing his pants to his feet.

What I figured was just a nighttime preference turned out to be his usual. Callow didn’t have anything on under his jeans.

His cock sprang free, hard and thick, making me press my thighs together to ease the aching need to feel him filling me.

I folded up, scooting to the foot of the bed, and pressing my lips to the center of his stomach.

My hands slid up the sides of his thighs then moved to grab his ass, pulling him closer as my head dipped, letting me run my tongue around the head of his cock.

His groan vibrated through him, urging me on.

My mouth closed around him, taking him in deep, then started to work him in slow twisting motions that had his hand slapping on the back of my neck, then curling in, almost crushing.

But that reaction only spurred me on, making me go faster and deeper. Until, suddenly, Callow’s fingers sifted into my hair, curling, and pulling until the pain across my scalp had me moving back, had his cock sliding out from between my lips with a small pop.

“Would love to come down your throat again,” he said, voice rough. “But not now,” he told me as he pulled upward on my hair until I got to my feet to ease the sting.

His fingers released me, sliding down my spine to land at the center of my back, pulling me against him.

A long, low moan escaped me as our bodies touched, his hard lines meeting my soft curves, the brush of his chest hair on my oversensitive breasts, his cock just a few inches from where I so desperately needed him.

Callow’s hand massaged the back of my neck as his lips claimed mine.