“Good.”
Starting at her lips, I worked my way down, kissing her neck, her collarbone, the swell of her breasts above her bra. I reached behind her to unfasten the garment, looking to her for permission. At her nod, I removed it, revealing her to my gaze.
“Perfect,” I murmured, cupping one breast as I lowered my mouth to the other. The sound she made when my tongue flicked across her nipple was enough to make my dick throb.
“You know,” she said, her voice husky as I lavished attention on her breasts, “for someone who talks as much as you do, your mouth is surprisingly useful for other things.”
I grinned against her skin. “You have no idea. This is just the preview.”
I continued my exploration, trailing kisses down her stomach, over her hipbones, along the inside of her thighs.When I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties, she lifted her hips, allowing me to slide them down her legs.
Looking up the length of her body, I met her eyes, silently asking permission. She nodded, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
The first taste of her was everything I’d imagined and more. She was warm and wet, her flavor a heady mix of salt and sweetness that made my head spin. I savored her, using my tongue to trace slow circles around her most sensitive spot, careful not to give her too much too soon.
“Callan,” she gasped, her hips rising to meet my mouth. “Stop teasing.”
I chuckled against her, the vibration making her shudder. “Bossy even in bed. Why am I not surprised?”
Before she could retort, I slid a finger inside her while my tongue focused its attention exactly where she wanted it. Shit she was tight. Her reaction was immediate and gratifying. A sharp intake of breath, followed by a moan that I felt in my bones. If there was any chance I wasn’t going to hurt her, I knew I needed to stretch her out a bit first. But fuck, she was already so wet. That, at least, would help.
I watched her as I pleasured her, fascinated by the way her expression changed, the flush that spread across her chest, the way her hands alternated between gripping the sheets and tangling in my hair. She was uninhibited in her pleasure, vocal about what she wanted, and I was more than happy to comply. Adding a second finger, I chuckled against her clit when her hand tugged at my hair. It burned in the best possible way. Her hips bucked up as I sucked and licked.
“Right there,” she directed, her voice breathless as I curled my fingers inside her. “God, yes, just like that.”
I increased the pressure, the speed, working her body. This woman, no, this goddess was allowing me to worship her withmy touch and my tongue. Fuck. If I lasted until she came, it would be a miracle. Her thighs began to tremble, her breathing quickened, and I knew she was close.
“Let go,” I murmured against her. “I’ve got you.”
Her release, when it came, was spectacular; her back arching, her inner muscles clenching around my fingers, my name falling from her lips like a benediction. I worked her through it, easing the pressure gradually as she came down from her high.
When I finally made my way back up her body, she was looking at me with a mixture of satisfaction and challenge.
“Your turn,” she said, pushing at my shoulders until I rolled onto my back. “I want to taste you too.”
Who was I to argue with that? I watched, heart hammering, as she positioned herself between my legs, her hair falling around her face like a curtain. She tugged off my briefs, tossing them over her shoulder to land somewhere on the marble floor.
“Holy shit, Cal,” she whispered, her wide eyes meeting mine. I smirked, shrugging as I folded my arms behind me. “Fuck.”
“Thank you.” I winked at her, and despite her shocked expression, she rolled her eyes.
“How the fuck am I supposed to fit you in my mouth?” She ran a finger up my dick, and my muscles clenched as I held back a groan.
“You’re a problem solver. You figure it out.” I ran my hand over her knee and up her leg. “I think it’ll involve some choking though.”
“Fuck you.”
“I’m hoping you will.”
Anica wiped the smirk right off my face as she gripped me at the base of my dick. I gasped, my lungs forgetting how to work.
“God, fuck.” I leaned back against the pillows, closing my eyes to restrain myself. “Anica,” I growled.
“Yes?” She grinned at me like a little vixen as she began to stroke me. I nearly lost it when she leaned over and spat on the head, rubbing her saliva and the precum down the shaft.
She took her time, exploring me with her hands first, learning what made me growl and groan. And when she finally took me into her mouth, I nearly lost it then and there. The wet heat of her was perfect, her tongue tracing patterns that had me seeing stars. She was as methodical in this as she was in her work, noting what made me react most strongly and focusing her attention there.
“Fuck, I was right about your hands.” I cleared my throat, smiling like an idiot at the ceiling as I tried to distract myself so I didn’t explode too soon.
