Callum grins, almost a little smug, and the sight—the confidence I can feel rolling off him—is so hot. He leans down again and licks me again, then again, and again, before attaching his mouth to me and groaning.
"Callum," I cry out, dropping back onto the pillows. "Oh, fuck..."
It's never felt like this before, not with anyone who's ever done this to me. No one has given me pleasure like this, no one has made me feel this powerful, this desire, this loved.
I softly buck my hips, fucking his face a bit, and he seems to like it because his eyes brighten and he hums. His hands grip my thighs tightly, and he looks half-drugged now, possessed as he continues tonguing me.
The pleasure is intense, I can't sit still, throwing my head back against my pillow, my hands clutching the sheets, the blankets, before sliding back into his hair and gripping. When I feel his tongue flatten against me and slowly drag up to my clit, I clench my hands tight and realize I could be hurting him.
"Sorry—"
"Grab me as hard as you need, baby," he tells me, his voicehoarse and tight, and when I look down, I see his hips moving, grinding himself against the bed for friction. Oh God, this is turning him on, too. Giving me pleasure is giving him pleasure. This wonderful man of mine.
I love you, I love you, I love you...
I have to bite my lip so I don't just blurt it out—when I do tell him, I want it to be more special. I want us both to be cognizant of it, not just lost in this insanely good pleasure. I want to look him in the eyes and tell him from the depths of my heart how in love I am with him.
"You taste sofuckinggood," he murmurs against me, the vibrations jolting pleasure through my body.
"It feels so good, Callum," My voice is a low whine, and I reach down to him. He reaches up and links our hands together—so we don't drift—not pausing his ministrations against me. "You make me feel so good."
"That's all I ever want to do, sweet girl," Callum growls, firmly licking my clit.
"Keep—keep going... I'm gonna come—"
"Come all over my face, baby," he growls against me, the vibration causing my legs to spasm. He grips my thighs tighter, "Let me feel it."
"Fuck... fuck, I'm coming," my voice is high, keening, way too loud, and with one final nip of his lips, I fall. "Callum!"
The orgasm rushes over me, and my entire body feels like it's falling. My thighs tense around his head, and he keeps at me, licking me through my orgasm as I come and come and come.
I try to catch my breath and reach my hand up to feel my heart pounding through my chest.
With one final kiss to my pussy, Callum lifts up his head, his lips and bearded chin drenched with me. I reach down and pull him toward me, cradling his face as he settles to lie between my legs. I kiss him, tasting that mix of us. We kiss lazily for a bit, justenjoying the feel of each other. Callum flips us, and he tucks me against his chest.
"You've never done that before?" I ask, once I can catch my breath, and Callum shakes his head.
"It's been... a while since I've had sex," Callum admits, his cheeks a little red.
His voice is a little sheepish, like he's embarrassed by that fact. He shouldn't be, selfishly—and hypocritically, I know—I love that I'm the only woman he's gone down on. I've always considered oral sex such a deeply intimate act—your mouthgivingpleasure.
And Callum is in a league of his own.
A quick study, perfect marks all around.
"How long?" I ask curiously, and Callum frowns like he's thinking about it.
"A couple of years at least. And with them... I honestly never felt comfortable enough to do that. They never asked for it, and I just never offered. I guess old insecurities die hard," Callum shrugs, before his arms tighten around me, and he kisses my forehead. "But I feel safe with you."
I grin broadly at that and look into his eyes, "I feel safe with you, my otter."
Callum's smile is so bright and beautiful now, and I can't resist leaning up to kiss him.
"I was content with my life, happy with my friends, my club, and my store. Dating just wasn't my priority. I didn't want to waste my time on something empty and meaningless. I wanted to wait—for the right person, the right time. And I just hadn't found her," Callum leans down, kissing me softly. "Until you."
I smile at his words and bite my lip. "Do you want to know a secret?"
Callum squeezes me once. "From you? Always."
