My orgasm crested, spiralling out through my thighs and chest, tightening the muscles in my neck and arms, then settled into gentle aftershocks of pleasure that stretched across my whole body. Boneless, I lowered myself carefully on top of Aster. I’d have to move soon—I didn’t want to crush him and the wetness in our boxers would become sticky andunpleasant—but not right now. I wanted to stay in the perfect ring of Aster’s arms and drink in this mind-blowing intimacy. I already knew I would never get enough of it.
Aster’s hands moved lazily across my back, his hips twitching occasionally. ‘Fuck, Cal.’
I licked my swollen lips as I raised my head. Aster looked utterly blissed out, his cheeks tinged pink and eyes closed. His lips were a shocking red, turned upwards into an absentminded smile.
Even though everything about him screamed that he’d had as pleasurable an experience as me, I had to check. ‘Was that okay?’
Aster’s eyes opened. His smile grew. ‘Fuck, yes. Finally. I can’t believe this has happened. In the best possible way. When can it happen again?’
He huffed out a laugh as I lowered my head to bite at his neck, concealing the widest smile against his skin.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
ASTER
‘Be cool,’ I whispered as I pulled on my Hulk pyjama bottoms. ‘We’re going for casual, Aster. Ice cold and chill.’
The pep talk while I changed for bed was essential. I’d been anything but cool after what happened with Callum this afternoon. How was I meant to write reports and feed Tiny Tim when inside my head was the recently gained knowledge of what Callum looked like—and sounded like and moved like—when he came? It seemed flagrantly unfair that after a world-altering orgasm, I was expected to continue with normal life.
I’d tried—as I went through the motions of eating dinner and watching TV and petting the goats a distinctly equal amount—to remember if orgasms had always been that good. I wasn’t sure if rubbing on Callum was particularly amazing or if it had been too long since I’d come with another person. Maybe I’d forgotten what a shared orgasm felt like.
I didn’t think that was it. Obviously, I’d enjoyed sex before. It was fun and messy and felt damn good, but orgasmingwith Callum went beyond all that. Dry humping with him—the tamest of all sexual activities—had blown my other orgasmic experiences clear from the water.
Coming in my pants with Callum was better than full-blown sex with Kimberley, Mark, and Jamie combined. It was different being with someone who was totally into it, who was only thinking of me, who wasn’t going to hurt me.
Callum was all of those things. And he was hot. And kind. And sexy. And I wanted to hear him moaning in pleasure again. Soon.
I took a deep breath and straightened the hem of my loose T-shirt. ‘Be cool,’ I commanded myself.
I opened the bedroom door and leant oh-so-casually against the frame. ‘Hey, Callum.’
He looked up from giving Tim his final bottle of the night. It said something complex about me that I didn’t want to examine too closely that even the sight of Callum feeding a fast-growing goat-baby did strange things to my insides.
‘Hey.’ Callum’s lips ticked up into the shy smile he’d worn all evening. Ever since we came together on the sofa. The sofa he was sitting on right now.
I blinked and shook my head. I needed to focus. Do this right.
‘So, you know how each night I fall asleep on the sofa and then you carry me through to the bedroom? Yeah, you know it. It’s our favourite game.’ I tangled my fingers in the hem of my T-shirt in an attempt to quell the nervous energy threatening to overtake my mouth and cause even more rambling incoherency. ‘I was thinking we could change it up tonight, and maybe we could sleep in the bed together?’
Callum’s face shuttered, fear clouding his eyes as he set down the bottle Tim had finished playing mouthtug of war with. ‘I wouldn’t expect to sleep with you just because we’re doing things.’
‘I know that. That’s not. It’s not because. Gah.’ I twisted my T-shirt. ‘I’m not asking because I feel like I should or because of some weird obligation. Iwantto sleep in the same bed as you.’
Callum eyed me for long moments before his mouth softened. ‘I want to sleep in the same bed as you too.’
A smile practically split my face in two. ‘Great. We can be bed-sharing buddies.’
Callum nodded, then took the empty bottle over to the steriliser. I tried not to get distracted as he turned away, but his jeans were incredibly tight. Like, they could be painted on with how little they left to the imagination.
I wanted nothing left to the imagination.
‘To continue our dialogue of clear and open communication.’ I made sure my eyes were firmly at face level when Callum turned around. ‘I want to state right now that my hope and dream is that we will get into bed together and get naked and touch each other’s dicks until we come again. If you’re up for that, of course.’
Callum could have a low sex drive. Or maybe he wasn’t as into this as I was.
The look on his face banished my doubts. His smile fled, but he hadn’t shut down. No, his face was broadcasting alright. The predatory gleam in his eyes said he was supremely up for naked fun time with me in the near future.
Callum wasn’t especially graceful, but there was a sureness to his movements as he stalked towards me that had my already interested dick perking up even further. If his jeans weren’t so tight and I couldn’t see exactly how excited he wasas well, I’d feel ashamed that he didn’t even have to touch me and I was already at half mast.
