“I’m gonna—I’m close…” I grit out. “If you don’t wanna—pull back—”
The rest of my train of through trails off as I coat Calla’s awaiting tongue with ribbon after ribbon of my release.
When I finally regain feeling in my legs and peel open my heavy eyes, it’s to find Calla still sitting on the floor, hands folded demurely in her lap. But the innocent look on her face is quickly erased when Calla parts her freshly fucked lips, showcasing the mess I’ve made of her mouth. A drop falls, trailing down her chin, but she catches the rest, her throat working as she swallows audibly.
I swear my brain melts at that exact moment, spilling out of my ears.
Without another thought, I pull Calla to standing by her arms, taking her mouth for my own. I swallow down the taste of myself on her tongue, only pulling back to kick off my jeans and yank my half open button down over my head, vehemently ignoring thepopof a stitch tearing.
“Better.” Calla hums, drawing her soft fingertips over my exposed abdomen, tracing the dips and divots adorning my muscle, all the way down my Adonis belt, to—
A hiss escapes me as I lock my fingers around Calla’s slight wrist, stopping her an inch or so away from squeezing the sensitive flesh of my slightly soft cock.
Those plump lips of hers form an unhappy pout, as if I’ve taken away her rights to her favourite toy, only curling upinto a smirk when I appease her by tangling my tongue alongside hers.
Moulding my hands to Calla’s shapely hips, I drag us both back down onto the edge of the bed, wrapping a supportive arm around her lower back so she doesn’t get lost in the sheets and draping her legs over mine. She spreads her thighs without me even needing to ask as I slide my palm down her stomach, brushing my thumb affectionally from one thigh crease, along her bare mons and to the other side.
“Blake—shit.” Calla’s hips rise to meet my hand, chasing the featherlike pressure I’m drip feeding her.
“Mmm,” I hum into her flesh as I bend my head, taking a nipple into my mouth, laving the puckered bud with the tip of my tongue.
“We should—we should—” Calla pants beneath me, my cock thickening at the feel of her tight arse grazing my groin. “To—ah.”
I part her sticky folds with my thick middle and ring finger, dipping into her warm, wet heat, while my thumb gently pulls the hood of her clit back to expose her sweet spot. Her heartbeat pulses beneath my fingertips, slick gathering at the bulges of my knuckles until I can easily slide in one digit and then the other without the slightest resistance.
Calla writhes on my lap, her lips inches away from mine but never quite touching. Instead, she parts her lips, small puffs of air slipping out as she moans and whimpers with each press of my fingers.
Pulling back from her puffy nipple, I whisper deep into the shell of Calla’s ear, “This what you wanted? Hm?”
She nods, her eyes squeezing tight when I hit that spongy spot inside her. A fresh wave of desire coats my fingers, dripping down to my palm, the wet squelching sounds of Calla’s pussy echoing from the walls.
“Is this all for me, sweet girl?”
A bob of her head. A reposition of her small fingers gripping the muscular ball of my shoulder. A scratch of her nails across my flesh.
“Answer me, Calla.”
“Yes.” She peels open her eyes to gaze at me through watery lashes, some of which is smearing black makeup at the corners. “It’s all for you.”
I kiss her skin in reward, nibbling around her tits and leaving a score of red marks behind, while my fingers work overtime between Calla’s thighs.
Calla dips her head to hide in the junction between my neck and my shoulder, imprinting the noise of her ecstasy into my skin. I close my eyes for a heartbeat to savour the helpless sounds pouring from my lips; profanities and my name sliding from her tongue like sweet honey.
“I’m close—mhm.” Calla’s voice hitches. “D-don’t stop.”
“You couldn’t pay me enough to stop finger fucking this sloppy little pussy,” I mutter, grinning into her sweet perfume scented skin with every squeal escaping her. I press my thumb a little harder against her bud; her flesh so slippery I almost miss my mark. “You’re gonna feel so good wrapped around my cock, Calla. Spread out and pinned down to my bed. Tits bouncing. I can’t fucking wait to slide inside you, to feel you tight and wet and—”
Calla shatters beneath my fingers. Her body convulses, nails ripping into the flesh of my upper back. I think I hear a scream on her lips, but all I can focus on is the wetness gushing from her slit, coating my fingers, our legs, the bedspread beneath me. Even the fucking floor.
Christ.
Did she just squirt?
I keep my fingers moving slowly between Calla’s thighs,drawing out her orgasm for as long as she’ll let me before she reaches down and shoves my hand away. Instinctively, I put my fingers in my mouth, licking up the taste of her, without wasting a drop. I groan when my cock kicks, fully hard again now after that little show, begging to slip inside Calla’s wet heat. I’m sure she can feel me pressing up against the back of her thigh, the bottom-most-heavy curve of her arse.
But I manage to bite back my need.
For now.
