We stumble into the other room, cloth long forgotten, mouths never parting. I discover the eternal paradox of never wanting to stop kissing Callum and wanting to move my mouth to every other part of him. Kissing him feels like coming home and exploring the world, new adventures and old comforts.
We fall onto the bed, Callum’s hard, hot length covering me, enveloping me in a warmth that has always been missing from my life, a warmth only he has been able to provide.
He breaks the kiss first, but I don’t complain when his mouth trails down my neck. “Fuck, Caterine. How does four days without you feel like an entire lifetime?” He mutters the words into my skin, not pausing for any kind of response.
A lifetime of you could never be enough.I think the words but don’t say them out loud, still unsure of where this could possibly go, what I should do. All I do know is I have Callum here in my bed, and I don’t want to waste the time we have together, even if it already hurts to even think about parting.
I drag his mouth back to mine, my fingers skirting down the ridged plane of his stomach, through the golden copper hair leading me downward, until they’re wrapping around the thickness of his cock.
He groans, his hand covering mine, stroking with me, but a second later pulling me away. “I’ll never last with you touching me like that.”
“We have all night, you know.”
“I plan to take full advantage.”
He grasps both of my wrists in one hand, bringing my arms over my head as his mouth works its way down to my chest. He places a single kiss over my heart, his eyes meeting mine for a brief moment. His lips brush across my sensitive skin, his tongue licking at the peaked buds of my breasts. Releasing my hands, he continues to move down my body. I tangle my fingers in his curls, directing him right where I want him.
There is no teasing tonight. Callum’s tongue traces me open, swirling my clit before sucking it between his lips. My hips buck and I tighten my hold on him, taking my pleasure against his mouth. My skin burns, the flush spreading outward from my core.
He gives me everything I need, and I take everything he offers, working me until I fall apart beneath him, until my cries echo around the room and I thank god for thick walls.
He kisses a trail back up my body, finally bringing his mouth to mine in a languid, sensual kiss. His cock strokes my sensitized folds, and I need nothing more in this moment than to feel him inside me, to let him become a part of me.
I push him gently, rolling him to his back and perching over him. Straddling his hips, I stroke him as I bring him to my entrance.
His hand reaches out, halting the motion.
I meet his eyes, terrified I’ve somehow taken things too far.
“Don’t try to ease my pain. Please, Cate. Promise me.” His voice is a broken whisper, his eyes a pleading shade of dull blue.
“I would never manipulate your feelings without your consent, Callum. I promise you.” I would promise him anything if it meant bringing back the light to his eyes.
He leans up, kissing me deeply while I sink slowly down over him, taking him inch by delicious inch. I still once he’s fully seated inside me, breaking the kiss and letting my body adjust.
Letting my heart adjust. It’s so full, I fear it might burst.
Callum falls back on the pillows, his eyes traveling from where our bodies are joined up over the bared expanse of my skin, finally meeting my gaze. His eyes are light again and a hint of a smile tugs on his lips.
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Callum
She swipes herthumb over my bottom lip as she begins to move, her hips rolling slowly, rocking over me.
I’ve dreamed of what it would be like to be buried inside her more times than I could count. Somehow the reality is better than anything I could have ever imagined.
She braces her hands on my chest. I run my hands up the soft skin of her arms, slipping them down to cup her breasts, watching her breath catch as my fingers pluck and pinch her nipples.
Her head falls back as she begins to thrust harder, taking me deeper. “God, Callum. It’s never…I’ve never…” Her words trail off, ending on a gasp as my thumb slips in between our bodies, stroking her swollen clit.
Her fingers dig into the skin of my chest, and I hope her nails leave a mark. I hope there is some kind of physical reminder so when I wake up in the morning and wonder if it was all a dream, I know it actually happened.
Cate claimed to want me by her side, that we could face whatever is to come together. But I know that standing next to me as I do what needs to be done is no place for her. I know that once she knows what I have to do, she won’t want to see me again. I know, even as I experience the greatest pleasure I have ever known, that this will be the only time she invites me to her bed.
And so I grip her hips, stroking into her until I feel her walls tighten around me, until she calls out my name, until the force of her orgasm leaves her breathless and boneless.
I flip her over, smooth the hair from her face. Kiss her slowly, my tongue dancing with hers. I want to take my time, make this sacred moment last for as long as possible, but my body has other plans.
