He crowded me backwards into the bedroom. I stopped when my knees touched the bed so that I could get my mouth up on his.
I couldn’t contain the long moan that escaped as our lips—and tongues—came together. Kissing Callum had so been worth the wait but if scientists could find a way for me to be kissing him twenty-four seven, I would take it. His lips were so goddamn soft and his beard brushed delicately across the skin of my chin and cheeks. It was a good job no one else lived up in the mountains because otherwise there would be comments about the amount of beard burn I’d sustain in the coming weeks. Maybe I’d need to moisturise or something.
Anyway.
I lifted onto my tiptoes to get closer to all the gloriousness of Callum, but the movement overbalanced me. I made a not-at-all-shrieky sound as I fell backwards and landed on the bed.
Callum blinked down at me, his lips parted.
I scooted back so I was more comfortably situated and made grabby hands at him. ‘Come here so that the nakedness and touching can ensue.’
There might come a time when I’d want to hear Callum speak while we got down and dirty, would want to know what was going through his mind as he touched me, but right now it made me feel weirdly powerful that he was reduced to moans and low growly sounds as soon as orgasms loomed near. His eyes darting between my face and the dick tenting my pyjama bottoms, Callum lowered himself on top of me. The sound he made as our bodies aligned was worth a thousand words.
I strained upwards to crash our mouths together and, even without using advanced methods of communication, Callum made it clear he was on board with my getting-naked plan. His warm hands coasted up the sides of my ribcage, taking my T-shirt with them. I lifted my arms and permitted the parting of our lips for three seconds while he rid my top half of clothing.
‘You too,’ I muttered, before tracing the seam of his lips with my tongue.
Callum’s chest rumbled. He was sensibly attired in clothing that could be removed without the necessity of stopping kissing. Which, I had decided, was a crime no man should have to endure. He nudged my clumsy fingers out of the way so that he could undo the buttons of his flannel shirt.
‘Fuck, Callum.’ I pulled away so that I could include visuals in my exploration of his back and chest. Not kissing him might have been a crime, but not getting a good long look at the absolute perfection revealed as he shucked off his shirt was a more heinous act.
I knew he had chest hair. What I didn’t know was how badly I’d want to rub my chest and face and hands on said hair. It tapered down, running in a tantalising line to the top of his jeans. In contrast to the hair on his chest that I wanted to bury my fingers in forever, the broad expanse of his shoulders and muscular back was smooth and warm.
‘Fucking hell.’ I bent to kiss the centre of his chest, then stretched flat to gaze up at him. ‘You are so fucking beautiful.’
He licked his lips as he looked down at me. Although I wasn’t on his whole other plane of physical perfection, with the way his eyes tracked over my nipples and his pupils enlarged as he took in the barely concealed outline of my dick through my pyjama bottoms I didn’t feel too shabby.
‘Jeans too, yeah?’ I said, keen to get a look at all the gloriousness Callum had going on.
He kissed me, long and hard, then shuffled back to stand beside the bed. I tried not to grin too wide as he unbuttoned his jeans and proceeded to peel the clinging fabric from his legs.
He straightened and stood before me in a pair of black boxers that did nothing at all to conceal the dick straining against the fabric. They were dark, so it was hard to tell without closer examination, but I was pretty sure a wet spot marked where the tip pressed near the waistband.
Since my brain was a wonderland, while staring at Callum’s dick I also noticed his thick thighs were dusted with hair. I wanted those thighs wrapped around my waist. Or settled between my legs. Or flexing on either side of my head.
I made myself take a breath as the many options for sexy times flooded my mind. We had weeks to explore one another. There would be time for it all.
For now, nakedness and dick touching was the goal.
I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my Hulk pyjamas and pushed them off. Callum’s hands froze at the top of his boxers when he saw I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
The look on his face was incredibly affirming. I wanted to snap a picture so that I could gaze upon it any time I doubted anything about myself. Because Callum liked my dick. He liked it a whole lot.
And I liked his.
He didn’t waste any time before pushing down his boxers and kicking them to one side. At this point, I could have developed a complex. He was bigger and wider than me—notmonstrously so, but the difference was noticeable—but as he crawled between my legs and lowered himself on top of me, it didn’t seem to matter. Everything about this gorgeous man was bigger and wider than me. I liked that. I liked how he could hold me down—not that he ever would—and take what he wanted.
I wanted to bottle the noises Callum made as our dicks rubbed together, the movement made slick by the amount of pre-cum we were leaking. He growled deep, his stomach vibrating, as his hips moved in an increasingly rough rhythm.
‘Hold on, Cal. Stop for a second.’
Just like that, nervous Callum was back. He reared away, every point of contact between our bodies left suddenly wide and wanting.
‘Did I do something wrong?’ The only evidence he’d been blissed out on how sexy he found me seconds ago was the rough edge to his voice.
I frowned and pulled him close. ‘Naked you being more than zero centimetres away from me at any time is a felony,’ I informed him, pausing talking for one second to appreciate our chests and thighs and dicks coming back into contact. ‘I didn’t ask you to stop because it was bad. I asked you to stop because I wanted to try something to make it better.’
The concern warping Callum’s wildly handsome face fell away as I licked liberally across my palm. I held my hand towards him and he did the same, causing my dick to jump in the narrow space between our bodies.
