“Fuck, Cal,” I gasped, pushing back against him, seeking friction. The emptiness inside me was almost painful, my body already primed and desperate from his touch.
He made a sound of approval, his hand coming down in a sharp smack against my ass that sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through me. I yelped in surprise, then moaned as he soothed the spot with gentle circles.
“Too much?” he checked, his hand hovering.
“Not enough.”
He chuckled darkly. “Careful what you wish for, darling.”
Another smack, harder this time, had me burying my face in the pillow to muffle my cry. The sting blossomed into heat that pooled between my legs, my body responding with embarrassing enthusiasm to this new side of Callan.
“You like that. I knew you would. So controlled in your daily life, but here?” His fingers slid between my legs, finding me already slick and swollen. “Here, you want to let go.”
“Don’t psychoanalyze me during sex,” I muttered into the pillow. “It’s—fuck!”
His fingers found my clit at the same time he pushed two fingers inside me, stretching me deliciously. God, my muscleswere sore. I couldn’t find the will to care, though as he circled the sensitive bundle of nerves with his thumb while curling his fingers forward, finding that spot that made my vision blur.
“You were saying?” he asked innocently, continuing his torturous exploration.
I could only respond with a whimper as he worked me with his skilled fingers, my hips rocking back against his hand of their own accord. Just when I thought I might come from his touch alone, he withdrew, leaving me empty and aching.
“Callan,” I protested, looking back over my shoulder to find him stroking himself, his jaw tight.
“So impatient,” he teased, but the strain in his voice betrayed his own desperation. “Tell me what you want, Anica.”
“You,” I breathed. “Inside me. Now.”
He gripped my hips with both hands, positioning himself at my entrance. “Like this?” he asked, pushing in just enough for me to feel the stretch.
“Yes,” I gasped. “All of you.”
With one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, the sudden fullness making me cry out. He was bigger like this, the angle allowing him to reach places that made my entire body tremble.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his fingers digging into my flesh. “You feel amazing.”
He began to move. Shit, he was huge, and my inner walls were already sore from last night. But damn if he didn’t feel amazing. One of his hands slid up my back to tangle in my hair, tugging just enough to arch my spine and change the angle.
“Oh god,” I cried as he hit that perfect spot inside me. “Right there, don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he growled, increasing his pace. His free hand snaked around to find my clit again, circling in time with his thrusts. His grip on my hip was bruising, using it topull me back onto each thrust. The dual sensations of pain and pleasure blurred until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began, my entire being narrowed to the points where our bodies connected.
“Oh, shit. Fuck, Cal, I’m going to…”
The dual stimulation was too much. I shattered, my inner muscles clamping down around him. I shook, trembling and swearing. He held me steady through it all, his movements never faltering even as my body convulsed around him.
Before I could come down completely, he flipped me onto my back without withdrawing, hooking my legs over his shoulders. The new position drove him impossibly deeper, pulling a strangled cry from my throat.
“I want to see your face when you come this time,” he said, his eyes locked on mine as he resumed his relentless pace. God, was he going faster?
“Fuck,” I closed my eyes and arched my chest up as he pounded into me. “How are you so fucking good at this?” I gasped, my eyes opening just in time to catch that cocky grin slide across his handsome face.
“Told you. Good at many things,” he said, his smirk disappearing as he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into me.
“Shit!” I held myself with one hand against the headboard. With each thrust, he’d moved me closer to it until I was definitely at risk of smacking my head.
The intensity in his gaze was almost too much to bear, but I couldn’t look away. My body started building towards another peak.
“Callan,” I panted, clawing at his thighs to pull him closer. If there even was such a thing considering he was balls deep inside me.
