When he finally pulled the garment over her head, his breath caught in his throat. The fading light cast shadows across her body, highlighting every curve, every dip and hollow. His fingertips traced the edge of her bra, feeling her shiver beneath his touch.
“I’ve dreamed of this so many times,” he confessed, his voice rough with desire as he unhooked her bra with ease, sliding it down her arms. “But nothing I imagined comes close to how perfect you are.”
Her breasts spilled free, and Callum couldn’t resist lowering his head to taste her, his tongue circling one nipple while his fingers teased the other. The sound she made—half gasp, half moan—sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock, already hard and straining against his pants.
“Callum,” she breathed, her back arching, pressing herself more firmly against his mouth. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to her as if afraid he might stop. “God, that feels so good.”
He switched his attention to her other breast, lavishing it with the same care, drawing another breathless moan from her lips. His free hand slid down her stomach to the waistband of her underwear and slowly dragged them down.
“I want to worship every inch of you,” he murmured against her skin, pressing kisses along the valley between her breasts, down her sternum, across her stomach. “I want to learn every sound you make when I touch you here—” His fingers dipped between her thighs, finding her already wet. “—andhere.”
Lira gasped as his fingers slid through her folds, circling her clit with teasing pressure. “Please,” she whispered, her hips lifting to meet his touch. “I need you.”
He slid her underwear the rest of the way down her legs, his eyes never leaving hers as he tossed it aside. She was completely bare before him, a feast for his senses that he intended to savor.
“You’re so wet for me,” he said, his voice bordering on a moan as his fingers explored her, finding the places that made her breath catch, that made her tremble. “Tell me, my love, how many times do you want to come?”
Lira gasped at the question, but didn’t answer. He pressed harder on her clit, and a deep moan rolled from her lungs.
“I want you to tell me,” he breathed, bringing his lips to her ear and nipping at her lobe.
“Three,” she forced out, her voice thin and breathy.
Callum chuckled then pushed a finger inside her. “Only three? We can do better than that.”
“Oh God.” Her moan was ragged as it fell from her lips. “F-five,” she gasped, greedily pushing her hips toward his hand.
Callum grinned against her neck at the sound of her pleasure, dragging his lips to hers and kissing her deep and hungry before pulling away. He lowered himself between her thighs, pressing kisses to the soft skin of her inner legs, slowly working his way higher. When his mouth finally found her center, the taste of her exploded across his tongue and he groaned against her, the vibration making her gasp and buck against his mouth.
Callum took his time, licking and sucking, his tongue tracing patterns that had her writhing beneath him as her hands fisted in the sheets. He slid another finger inside her, curling them to hit the spot that made her cry out his name.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, watching her face as pleasure transformed her features. “I’m going to worship you like you deserve.”
Her eyes locked with his, dark with desire, her lips parted as her breathing grew more ragged. He could feel her tightening around his fingers, so close to the edge. He increased the pressure of his tongue against her clit, his fingers moving in rhythm inside her.
“Callum.” His name was a cry torn from her throat as she shattered, her body arching off the bed, her walls clenching around his fingers. He didn’t stop, working her through the waves of her orgasm until she collapsed back onto the mattress, trembling and breathless.
His lips did not leave her.
They stayed, tasting every bit of her essence, refusing to drag himself away. He was going to make this last, to make up for every year he had gone without the taste of her on his tongue. Her heels dug into his back as her thighs trembled around his head. Each gasp and moan she made drove him wild, feeding a primal need to pleasure her until she couldn't remember her own name.
“Callie,” she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling almost painfully as her second orgasm approached. “Oh fuck, I can’t—”
“You can,” he murmured against her slick flesh, replacing his tongue with his thumb so he could watch her face. “Give me another one, Li. Let me see you come apart again.”
Her eyes flew open, locking with his as her body tensed. The vulnerability in her gaze, the raw trust as she allowed herself to be completely undone before him—it nearly broke him. His cock throbbed as she cried out, her back bowing, her thighs clamping around his hand.
“That’s two,” he said, his voice rough as he crawled up her body. He captured her mouth, letting her taste herself on his tongue.
Lira’s hands fumbled with his belt, her movements urgent and clumsy with post orgasmic bliss. “Too many clothes,” she complained against hislips.
Callum chuckled, helping her remove his belt before standing to shed his pants and briefs. Her eyes widened as his erection came free, hard and straining toward her.
“See what you do to me?” he said, returning to the bed. “Five years, Lira. Five years of wanting you, ofachingfor you. Of never touching another woman.”
She reached for him, her fingers wrapping around his length. The feel of her hand on him after so long nearly brought him to his knees. He groaned, his head falling back as she stroked him, her touch tentative at first, then more confident.
“I need you inside me,” she whispered, her voice dripping with desire. “Please, Callum.”
