I am the girl in the red dress from Vegas.
I am his.
And I want him.
I make my way to the staircase and stop. Then, I turn and look at him. His eyes are hard across the room, watching my every move. I reach around and undo the latch on my bra, letting it fall to the floor. I can feel the heat of his eyes on my bare breasts.
After that, while still looking at him, I slide my panties off and step out of them too.
Then, I take one, two, three steps up the stairs, look at him and curl my finger in a come here motion.
I am not even halfway up the stairs when I feel him bounding up behind me. I gasp as he spins me around, kissing me hard.
“You are such a tease. Such a good girl.”
“Did I do it right?” I ask.
Callum smiles into my mouth and pulls back. Then, standing three steps below me he lowers to his knees. He takes one of my legs by my thigh and drapes it up over his shoulder then presses his lips to me.
“Oh fuck,” I let out, reaching for the railing to hold onto. His tongue slides over my clit and down to my slit and back up. “Fuck me.”
“Does that answer your question, baby girl?”
I nod, because I can’t manage words at this point as Callum's tongue laps over me. He finds my clit and suckles, flicking with the tip of his tongue.
“That feels so good. I can’t…I’m going to…” I stutter, my legs trembling.
“I won’t let you fall,” he assures me. Then he slides his middle finger inside me and thrusts it in and out, his thumb pressing into my clit. “But I will bring you to your knees.”
My hands tighten on the rail as he pumps his finger in and out of me, faster and harder. I can feel myself dripping down his finger.
“Fuck me, baby girl. You’re so fucking wet for me.”
“I need…to come,” I beg. “Please.”
Callum pulls his hand away and grabs me by the hips, yanking me towards his mouth. His tongue finds my clit again, sucking and lapping until the heat rushes between my legs and I pop, my body bursting into the orgasm.
“Oh, my God!” I scream as it ripples over me, wave after wave. My legs literally feel like they are going to give out. But on cue, Callum picks me up and carries me up the rest of the stairs.
We march to the bed, and he tosses me on it. I land with a yelp and a smile. My body is still writhing from the aftershock of the orgasm, half exhausted and half wanting more. Needing more. Needing…that.
My eyes widen as he drops his pants and frees his long, smooth cock from its cage.
“Jesus,” I let out, watching as he strips the rest of the way down and strokes himself.
I will say, just for scale, this man has big hands. Big, powerful, strong hands. But even still, his dick is large enough, long enough that one stroke is a full motion from tip to base. A pump that hardens the veins in his forearm and defines his bicep with each glide.
“You want it, baby girl? You want me?”
“Yes.”
“Show me you want me.”
I lay back and put my feet on the bed, knees wide, pussy waiting.
“Mmm…” the groan escapes his lips, low and gravelly as he crawls on top of me. His hands rest on the bed on either side of my head, caging me in.
I rake my hands through his hair, releasing the spicy, sweet, salty pheromones of his sweat into the air.
