Page 74 of Callow

It was a soft and sweet kiss, long and lingering.

But it wasn’t long before the tension in our bodies grew, until I felt like I was vibrating with the need for release.

Callow turned suddenly, sitting down on the edge of the bed, and pulling me closer.

He grabbed me behind my knee, lifting it up, placing it wide on the bed, opening me up to him as his head dipped.

Then his tongue was tracing up my cleft, finding my clit, and working it in slow circles until my thighs were shaking, until I wasn’t sure I could hold myself up anymore.

Callow’s hands sank into my hips, pulling me as he moved flat on the mattress.

“Come here,” he demanded, pulling harder when I resisted. “Ride my face.”

And, well, when a man said something like that inthatvoice, you had no choice but to give them what they wanted.

Positioning over his face, I lowered down to hover over him.

“You gotta sit,” Callow grumbled, yanking me down to do just that.

Then, well, then he was working me and I was riding him.

His fingers slipped inside of me, thrusting, then turning and tracing across my top wall, engaging my G-spot as he kept devouring me.

My thighs were shaking. The moans that escaped me filled the room, were likely heard halfway down the hall.

But I didn’t care.

It didn’t matter.

All that mattered was here, was this, washim.

Callow groaned against me as my walls tightened around his fingers as he drove me to the edge.

That vibration was the last final push I needed, sending me crashing down into an orgasm that stole my breath, that had my thighs crushing his skull.

“Fuck,” Callow said when I finally fell to the side of him, letting him suck in a breath.

A little giggle escaped me before he rolled over me again, his lips crushing mine, kissing me hard and deep until the satisfaction once again turned to need.

My legs went around his hips and I shifted until I felt his hard length pressing against my cleft.

Callow’s lips swallowed my moan as the ache intensified.

“Callow, please,” I begged, knowing the only thing that was going to help the desire that was rapidly becoming a painful need was to feel him buried inside of me, to feel him making me his.

That rumble vibrated through him and into me as his weight shifted when he balanced on one arm to reach out to the nightstand.

Again, he rolled us, moving me on top as he reached between us to slide on the condom.

“Babe,” he said, his eyes at half-mast as he held his cock at the base. “I need to be inside of you,” he said, his words making my belly wobble. “Now.”

On a whimper, I rose up, positioning over him, then lowering down, feeling the delicious stretch of him as he slid inside of me.

I paused halfway, exhaling hard.

“You’re too big,” I whimpered, even as my hips did a little roll.

“Come ‘ere,” he said, pulling me down to press his lips to mine. “You can take your time,” he said as his hips started to gently rock up into me. “You feel so fucking good,” he added, making a little whimper escape me.