Page 119 of Breakaway Hearts
It was never just about sex, not even from that first night. We were kidding ourselves by saying it was.
“That’s right, baby,” I murmur, watching as her finger moves faster, her hips shifting upward a little to chase her own touch. “Make yourself feel good. Let me see. Work that pretty little pussy.”
She mewls softly, her eyelashes fluttering as she uses her other hand to fuck herself, sliding two fingers into her tight entrance.
“Fuck,” she breathes. “Fuck, Reese…”
“Yeah.” I nod, my throat tight and my entire body rigid. “Say my name. God, never stop saying it like that.”
“Reese. Reese. Reese…”
She repeats it over and over like a chant, and every damn time she says the word, something builds in my chest. I’m breathing even harder than she is, ragged inhales and exhales that leave me feeling lightheaded. Her sounds get louder, her voice going up in pitch, and I can tell from the urgency of her movements and the look on her face that she’s getting close.
“Fuck it,” I growl.
Gripping her wrists, I pull them away from her wet pussy. Then I press her thighs open even more and bury my face between her legs. My tongue goes right for the spot I know drives her crazy, and she lets out a loud cry as her hips buck up toward my face. I move with her, riding her movements as my tongue works relentlessly. I slip two fingers inside her, fucking her with them the same way she was doing with her own fingers, and when I curl them to find her g-spot, she falls apart for me.
“Reese!”
This time, my name is a scream instead of a moan, and it’s fucking music to my ears. I make her scream again, pushing her through her climax so that it keeps coming in wave after wave. Her hands are in my hair, pulling and then pushing, as if she can’t decide whether she wants more or less. I slowly ease off the pressure on her clit, dragging my tongue over it in long swipes, and she shudders as I lap up the wetness that’s dripping from her.
“I thought…” She sucks in a gasping breath and tries again. “I thought you weren’t going to touch me. Why did you give me what I wanted in the end?”
“I couldn’t help it.” I press a kiss to her pussy, squeezing her thighs gently. “I never can, when it comes to you.”
Her fingers loosen their hold on my hair, and she drags her nails lightly over my scalp as I lift my head to look up at her.
“I know what you mean,” she whispers. “I can’t help myself when it comes to you either.”
The vulnerability in her eyes, thewant, almost undoes me.
“Come here,” I murmur roughly, sitting back on the couch with my feet on the floor and pulling her onto my lap.
She straddles me, her arousal leaving a wet spot on my pants just above my cock. Holding her gaze, I start to slowly take my shirt off. She watches intently, and when I toss it aside, we both get to work on my pants. She helps me shove them down, and I toe off my shoes, sliding my hands over her curves like I’m trying to memorize them.
“Ride me, baby,” I tell her. “You get to be in control so I won’t worry about hurting you. Let me see you ride my dick.”
Callie’s hand wraps around my cock, and my thigh muscles tense as I struggle not to come from that touch alone. She rises up a little, angling me so that my tip is poised at her entrance. Then she slowly sinks down.
A groan vibrates in my chest as her tight, wet heat envelops me. It’s intense and perfect, and it feels like…
Like coming home.
She works herself up and down on my shaft until she’s taking all of me, and when I’m fully seated inside her, I wrap my arms around her waist, my gaze locking with hers.
“I missed you,” I whisper. “I missed this.”
She nods, releasing a shaky breath. “Me too.”
My throat tightens, and I pull her even closer, rolling my hips against hers. “I can’t let you go, Callie. I fucking can’t.”
“I don’t want you to.”
She frames my face with her hands, kissing me as we move together. Her breasts brush my bare chest, her nipples hard and stiff, and I slip a hand between us, my thumb finding her clit. I already saw her come once—felt it,tastedit—but I need to see it again. I need to feel her come on my cock.
“Oh god,” Callie whimpers.
“Good?” I ask, speeding up the circles with my thumb.