I didn’t stop as her orgasm washed over her. My tongue and fingers worked her through it, prolonging her pleasure. When she finally came down, her body went limp, and she whimpered under her breath. I pulled my fingers out of her and licked them clean, needing to savor the taste of her.
I moved up her body, my mouth finding hers again. She kissed me back in a lazy, satisfied kiss as her arms wrapped around my neck.
“Callan,” she whispered against my lips. “Do that again.”
I chuckled and pressed one more kiss to her lips before looking at her face. “We’re not done yet, sweet girl,” I assured her. “Not by a long shot.”
24
Lana
My body was still buzzing and floating in a haze of pleasure I’d never known existed. Every nerve ending felt alive, and I slowly began to understand why people liked doing this every day. It was exhausting, though, and I haven’t even had my first time yet. Callan didn’t seem to be tired. On the contrary, he was fully hard again, and his eyes were filled with desire and need.
I watched him through heavy-lidded eyes as he moved over me. He kissed me again, and I could taste myself on his tongue. It had a strange, intimate flavor, but I liked it.
“Callan,” I whispered against his lips. “Do that again.”
He chuckled and pressed one more soft kiss to my lips before pulling back enough to look at my face. “We’re not done yet, sweet girl,” he assured me in that low, possessive growl. “Not by a long shot.”
My breath hitched. I knew what was coming next. I wanted it, though I was nervous. He shifted to get off the bed to take off his pants and boxers. His shirt was next, and my eyes wandered all over his body as he stood there, with his cock standing hard in the air with that slight curve. I admired it for a while longer before lifting my gaze to his.
He was watching me just as closely, and I wondered what he was thinking. There was a hint of insecurity in me, unsure if I was enough for him. I had no experience. This would be my first time. And though I was willing, I didn’t know if he’d enjoy having sex with me when all the women he had before me were all pros.
Would it be different for him? Would he be bored if I didn’t move the way the other women did? Could I even make mistakes? I managed to give him what he needed with my mouth, so how different could this be?
He moved over me again, settling between my legs. I felt his thick length press against my still sensitive folds. My legs trembled, and my heartbeat was kicking up by the second. He held himself up with one hand next to my head, and with the other, he cupped my pussy. “I’m going to fuck you now,” he said, his voice leaving no room for filters. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement of fact, and the raw honesty of it made my thighs clench with need. “I’m going to be the first one to feel this tight pussy squeeze around my cock. Is that what you want?”
I could only nod. My throat was too tight to form words. My hands moved down to rest on his shoulders, my fingers digging into his muscles.
“Use your words, sweet girl,” he commanded softly, his fingers moving through my slickness. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
“Yes,” I breathed out. “I want you to fuck me.”
That was all he needed. His fingers left me, and his hand wrapped around his cock to guide the thick head to my entrance. He pushed forward slowly, gently, and I felt a sharp, stinging stretch as my body gave way to him. Under all the tension, there was a small voice screaming at me. It told me that I was missing something, and fear suddenly came over me.
“Wait, stop.” I pushed at his chest and he immediately stopped moving, with his tip fully buried inside of me. “Condom,” I managed to say. “We need a condom.”
“No, we don’t.”
Heat rushed to my face, suddenly scared that this was a bad idea. Scared that he wasn’t who I thought he was. Scared that he’d change on me and use me like every other woman he ever had sex with.
“Callan, I’m not on the pill.”
“And I can’t get you pregnant.”
That caused me to pause and look at him. I frowned before I realized what he was saying. I still let him tell me. I needed to hear it from him.
“I got a vasectomy.”
“When?”
He grinned. “The day I turned eighteen. Only made sense knowing I’d be fucking multiple women every week.”
I furrowed my brows and studied his face. I hated the truth about his job, and how normal it was for him to say such things. But I couldn’t let myself think that I was different. Because I wasn’t. We were just having fun.
“Okay. But…” I looked down, and my pussy clenched around his tip. Taking a deep breath, I forgot about everything that worried me. “Okay.”
“Lana, look at me.”
