“Fuck you feel so good,” she whimpers.
“And you are fucking unreal,” I tell her, spanking her ass one last time. Then I pump into her, thrusting my cock deeper and deeper until she is full of me and I’m buried in her.
“You have the tightest, sweetest pussy I have ever felt, baby girl.”
“It’s all yours,” she says breathily. Her cheeks are flushed, and I can’t help but smirk at that. Two sets of pink cheeks. God, she is delicious.
“Say that again.”
“My pussy is yours.”
“Again.”
“I am yours.”
I flip her over and lower down to her, my eyes locked on hers, my lips brushing her own.
“Again,” I whisper gruffly.
“I am all yours, Callum Hardin.”
“And I am yours.”
I kiss her deeply, slowly, intentionally. She wraps her arms and legs around me and for a moment, it's all warm skin, nothing between us. Just all of her pressed against all of me. And despite loving the foreplay, loving the tease and the game and the excitement of it all, if I could stay like this…doing this…forever, I would.
I want this forever.
It’s not a thought I’ve ever felt. But it’s real. Right now, with her, kissing on the couch is the realest thing I’ve ever felt.
We roll to the side and when we do, she shifts her weight, so I am on the bottom, and she is sitting on top of me. Then, she mounts me, my dick thrusting deep inside of her.
“Fuck me,” I let out gripping her love handles in my hands.
“That was the plan,” she teases with a smirk and just for that, I buck my hips up, driving me deeper into her and making her moan.
After that, she rides me, hard and rhythmic. And goddamn, this woman just keeps getting better and better with every position. I know what Sam Hunt was singing about now. If bodies are like backroads, this woman is Tennessee. One, slow, gorgeous curve after another.
Suddenly, I realize I am going to come. It’s racing through my veins fast and hard.
“Amanda…baby…”
“I know, me too…” she lets out and just like that, we both go over the edge. It’s like our bodies and our souls link hands and spiral down, over and over, wave after wave until crashing into the warm sea, taking us both alive.
Chapter 28
Amanda
“You didn’t tell him.”
“I didn’t tell him.”
I’m talking to Iris on the phone at midnight. Did I mention I love this woman? After what was absolutely the best sex of my entire fucking life (I know I said that before but this time it was for real. Like for real for real), I laid in bed until I heard the soft rhythm of Callum’s sleep before sneaking downstairs for a snack and a vibe check.
A cannoli and some emotional deep diving later I realize that I am in over my head. Iris to the rescue.
“I think you should tell him,” she says, and I take another bite of the cannoli.
“I know I should tell him. But he was being so weird…”
