Page 42 of My Best Years
“Come here,” I interject.
She reaches for me, and I grab her hand, pulling her on top of me until she’s straddling my waist. Her naked center presses against my sensitive shaft, and we both draw in a sharp breath at the mind-blowing friction. It feels too fucking good.
I lift a shaky hand, tangle my fingers in her hair, and pull her forehead to mine.
“There’s no way that it won’t feel good for me, baby,” I rasp against her lips. “I’m already losing my shit, and I’m not even inside of you yet. I’m going to lose my mind, Birdie. You’re all I’ve ever wanted, so don’t think about anything else but that. Okay?”
“Okay,” she whispers before pressing a featherlight kiss to my lips.
“Let me get you ready.” I lower my head and suck one of her puckered nipples into my mouth. “Lift your hips,” I instruct, lightly tapping her hip.
“Callum,” she pouts. “I don’t want to wait any longer.”
“Trust me, I don’t want to either,” I chuckle at her defiance. “But this will help it not hurt as bad. It’ll make it better for you, I promise.”
“Fine,” she huffs and lifts her hips.
“Just enjoy it, baby,” I say before slipping a hand between her legs. “And know that it will be my dick filling you instead of my fingers in a few minutes.”
“God, Cal,” she whimpers, mindlessly jutting her hips and seeking out my hand.
A seductive moan slips past her lips, her mouth opening wide as I slide two fingers inside her wet entrance. My cockleaks against my stomach when I feel how soaked she is for me. Her pussy sucks me in, so tight and warm around my fingers. I can’t wait to bury myself in her. She makes the sexiest noises as I thrust in and out, fucking her harder by the second.
“Callum!”she cries out when I add a third finger, stretching her so she’s ready for me.
Instead of me fingering her, she’s fucking my hand now. Rocking her hips and riding my fingers like her life depends on it. I bite down on my lower lip until I taste blood, trying to keep my erection at bay while her naked breasts jiggle as she bounces up and down.
“Do you want me to fuck you, baby?” I grit out, watching my girl take my hand so well. “Do you want me inside of you, Birdie?”
She nods, her eyes rolling back at my question.
“God, yes,” she whimpers as I bring my thumb to her clit and rub in little circles. “Please, do it now. I want to come with you, Cal. Not like this. I want it to be with you inside me this time.”
Shit.
She doesn't have to ask me twice.
I would give Birdie Wren anything she wants. She has me whipped, and I don’t care who knows it.
I slide my fingers from her core and wrap my hand around my cock, rubbing her arousal up and down my shaft before reaching inside my bedside table to fish out a condom. I swifty rip open the package and roll it down my length.
Birdie’s gaze is glued to me, watching me like a hawk through lust-filled eyes.
I can practically hear our hearts beating in tandem as I sit up and take her face between my palms.
“Are you ready, baby?” My lips graze hers with each word.
“Yes,” she breathes, nodding against my forehead. “So ready.”
I press my lips to hers, kissing her long and hard before she completely wrecks me.
I kiss her bottom lip before leaning back against the headboard and positioning my hands on her soft hips. Instinctively, she lifts up high enough for me to wrap my fingers around the base of my length and position my tip at her entrance. We both gasp when the head of my cock nudges her opening, breaching her for the very first time.
My jaw clenches, my ab muscles flexing as my body tries to prepare for a moment that I’ve imagined at least a million times.
I can’t believe this is actually happening. I’m about to be inside Birdie Wren.
My mouth opens wide with pleasure and shock as Birdie places her hands on my chest and slides down an inch. She’s not even halfway down, and she’s already squeezing me like a fucking glove.