That statement takes me off guard, and I blink, "Really?"
Callum nods, "So you're going to have to guide me a bit." His face looks a little embarrassed at this, but there's no need for that—never with me.
A teasing smile curves at my lips as I scoot back, reclining against my pillows. Callum's eyes go a little hazy, heavy lidded, and I bite my lip. Slowly, I spread one of my legs for him. His jaw clenches, and he breathes deep through his nose as I spread the other leg, completely baring myself to his gaze.
He keeps his gaze on mine for a long moment before it finally drops, and his mouth goes a little slack.
"Oh, Sophie," he murmurs, his voice full of awe. "You're just beautifulallover. Aren't you, baby?"
His voice is a low rumble now, a little hoarse and ragged, andI swear I can feel myself growing even more slick from it. I feel powerful and confident, even with no hair, the port in my chest, and the dark circles under my eyes. Callum is looking at me like I'm a goddess, like he wants todevourme.
"You want to taste me?" My voice sounds a little breathless and husky as I reach down to rub my clit—once, twice—before slipping my fingers in me. I moan, and Callum swallows hard, his jaw clenching hard enough to crack teeth. His look and the feelings from the show I'm putting on have me more turned on than I've ever been.
I lift my wet hand and reach out to him, an offering.
"More than anything," he forces out through gritted teeth. Like a man crawling toward salvation, he crawls up the bed toward me, he takes my fingers in his mouth and sucks, eyes rolling and then closing as he tastes me, a sample.
The feeling of his warm mouth around my fingers causes my core to clench, and I let out a breathy moan. When he's sufficiently cleaned my fingers, he moves up, kissing me deeply and letting me taste myself. I've never really cared for that, but the combination of the taste of me on Callum's lips and Callum himself is delicious.
"You are exquisite," he whispers against my lips, nipping once before moving back down and settling between my spread open legs. He looks at me again, his big hands touching my thighs and then sliding to frame my pussy.
I don't feel shy. Honestly, I've never felt shy about my naked body before with my previous sexual partners, but with the changes that I've gone through, I thought I might feel a little different. Especially since my pubic hair has fallen out from the chemo. I usually feel more comfortable with it neatly trimmed, but since it's all fallen out, I feel a little more exposed—but not uncomfortable.
How could I ever feel uncomfortable with my Callum?
"I've read about this hundreds of times," he jokes, making me laugh and reach down to brush his hair from his forehead. "You'd think I'd be able to write a thesis paper on it by now."
"It's okay, whatever you do is going to feel good for me," I assure him,
"I just don't want to disappoint you," he admits in a low voice, his voice raw and vulnerable. I reach down and cup both of his cheeks, pulling him in for a kiss.
"The only way you could ever disappoint me is by not telling me what's going on inside that head of yours," I pull back to meet his eyes, so he knows how sincere my words are. I need to know about his fears and anxieties, every single one, even if they're not pretty.
That was the mistake my ex made, not sharing his truth, and look where that led.
Paul assumed I was too weak to handle my cancer battle and was shouldering his anxieties. I'm not, that's something that's grown clear these last few months—my strength. I can handle anything life throws at me, with a little help from my friends.
I grin, reaching down to run my hands through Callum's hair, soothing him. "This is the practical exam, Mr. Rhodes, and your proctor—that's me—is going to be satisfied with your performance no matter what. Because it's you."
My words embolden him, and he gently pushes me back down to the bed, making me giggle.
"Well then, let us begin, Ms. Bracken," he grins, before asking. "How do you like it?"
"Tongue. I like lots of tongue—more licking than sucking," I tell him, biting my lips and trying not to hump the air like I'm in heat.
His eyes track the movements of my hips, and somehow they darken even more, his jaw locks, and my sweet, gentle giant is gone. He looks more like a starving beast than a man now.
"Sweet girl... my otter...mySophie," he punctuates every statement with a kiss to my thighs, moving closer and closer to where I want him—need him.
I whimper, arching my back a bit, trying to give him the hint of where I need him—his mouth, his tongue. I need this connection. I lean up on my elbows to watch.
Callum ducks his head down, eyes still deadlocked on mine, and licks me right up the center.
"Oh!" I moan, not able to tear my eyes from the sight of his mouth on me. The dual sensation of sight and feel jolts pleasure through me hard.
He pauses, "Good?"
"Mhm..." My voice is breathless. “So good.”
