Page 148 of Breakaway Hearts
Epilogue
Callie
“That’s right, baby, just like that,” Reese groans. “You ride me so fucking well.”
My head falls back, my thigh muscles burning as I work myself up and down on his cock. His hands rest on my hips, guiding my motions a little but mostly just going along for the ride as he stares up at me with hungry eyes.
“I’m close,” I whisper, my mouth dropping open.
“Me too.” His voice is rough with sleep and arousal. “Come for me, Firefly, and then I’ll fill you up.”
I nod, reaching down to stroke my clit, my fingers brushing over the place where I’m stretched around him. Pleasure shoots through me, and my chest heaves as I moan out his name.
“Goddamn,” he curses, tightening his hold on me as he punches his hips upward, thrusting up into me hard and fast as he chases his own release. “Fuck, Callie. Fuck!”
His shaft jerks inside me as he empties himself, and I collapse on his chest for a moment, breathing him in as we come down from the high.
I woke up this morning to his hands wandering over my body, both of us kissing and groping, still half asleep. Then he pulled me up to ride him, the sheets pooling around his thighs as I impaled myself on his cock. This has become one of my favorite positions, and I think it’s one of his too, judging by the look in his eyes every time he watches me ride him.
“Mmm,” I murmur lazily, finally lifting my head to kiss him again. “That was a nice way to wake up.”
“My favorite way to wake up.”
After one more kiss, I push myself up and slide off his cock. My legs are a little wobbly, and when I clamber off the bed and stand up, Reese rolls onto his side and reaches out to steady me with a hand on my hip. His fingers wander lower as I stand beside the bed, cupping my ass and teasing my clit.
“Fuck,” I whimper, squirming against his hand. “You can’t tease me like this, Sutton. We need to shower. We’ve got a big day ahead of us.”
“Weneed to shower?” Using two fingers, he gathers some of his cum from where it’s trailing down my thigh and slips it back inside me, making me moan. “I like the sound of that. Youarean awfully dirty girl.” He winks, pressing his cum-covered fingers even deeper. “I’d love to help you get even dirtier.”
“Oh, believe me…” My voice goes breathy, and I have to hold on to his shoulders for balance as my legs shake. “You’ve already helped with that a ton. All those lessons you gave me really paid off.”
He grins at me hungrily. “And it’s the proudest accomplishment of my life. Although between you and me, I think you were always this dirty. You just needed someone to let it out with. A man who could give you everything you want and worship you…” He leans up to kiss me. “…like the goddess…” He kisses me again. “…you are.”
He’s finger fucking me deeper and harder now, his thumb on my clit—no longer teasing me but pushing me toward another orgasm with the single-minded focus he always seems to have when it comes to my pleasure.
“Come on, Firefly,” he murmurs. “One more. For me. Give me one more.”
I can’t resist the rough, possessive edge to his voice as he begs me for another orgasm, and my body complies before my mind even has time to process his words. Just like he demanded, I fall apart for him again, bracing one hand on the mattress as my legs threaten to buckle.
“You’re a menace,” I tell him, laughing breathlessly.
“Yeah, but I’myourmenace,” he says, lifting his fingers to my mouth.
I wrap my lips around them, moaning at the taste of our combined arousal. There’s something about it that turns me on in a way I can’t describe, and Reese slides his fingers a bit deeper, letting me lick away every drop before he finally withdraws them from between my lips.
“Okay,” I whisper, trying to gather my scrambled thoughts. “Now it really is time for a shower.” Reese gives me a look that’s filthy and suggestive, and I lean down to nip at his lower lip. “Justgetting clean,” I warn. “For real this time. But you can join me if you want.”
I belt out a laugh as he bounds out of bed and practically drags me into the bathroom so we can shower together under the hot, steamy water. We stand underneath the spray for far too long, relishing in the heat while he shampoos my hair and I run a washcloth over his chest and abs.
How is he so damn gorgeous, even first thing in the morning? It’s something I can’t get over, even after living together for a couple of months now. His defined muscles are the perfect contrast to my softness, and he seems to agree, his hands roaming over my curves as the suds trail down my body.
I’ve never known any other man like Reese Sutton. And I love exactly who he is. Everything about him. Everything about us.
Once we’re out of the shower, Reese heads back into our bedroom while I finish up my hair routine, adding in a leave-in conditioner and scrunching in some gel before diffusing it so that my curls pop nicely.
I can hear Reese already downstairs, humming in the kitchen as he preps a breakfast smoothie. Based on the smell seeping upstairs, it seems like he’s also got some breakfast sausage going on the stove.
Yum. My favorite.