I decide to help him along.
Putting a teasing grin on my face, I scoot back on the bed, leaning against the soft pillows and spreading my legs.
The ache between my legs is reaching a fever pitch. I reach into my panties to play with myself in front of him, moaning when I feel how wet I am, how wet he's made me.
Callum keeps his heated eyes on me, flickering back and forth between my face and my hand. The expression on his face is oneof both awe and a little pain, like he can't decide whether he wants to keep watching me or come to me.
His jaw is clenched tight, his hands balled into tight fists at his sides, and his chest heaving.
"Christ... you are fucking perfect," he growls at me, and I arch my back, making the decision for him—I need him, now.
"Callum," I whine, rubbing a little harder, the wet noise clear and almost obscene in the quiet room. "Please..."
"You need me, baby?"
I nod my head, frantic and desperate.
I feel like prey as he slowly stalks toward me, crawling on the bed and settling between my spread legs. Gently, he takes my hand out of my panties and brings my soaked fingers to his mouth, eyes locked on mine as he cleans them off, humming at the taste of me.
His body covers me, and he leans down to kiss me until I'm dripping and writhing under him, "Callum, I want—"
"I know, my otter, I know," he coos, kissing me once more before moving down my body.
Callum uses his lips and tongue and kisses a path all the way to my pussy where he tongues me through the thin lace. Pleasure burst through me, every atom is on fire, it's too much and not enough.
"More..." I cry out, before he moves my panties to the side and devours me. He's a fast study—using lots of tongue, and my hips jerk when I feel him start to fuck me with it while he uses the pads of his forefingers to circle my clit.
Spreading my legs wider, I reach down to run my fingers through his hair, watching him eat me out. His eyes are locked onto me as he licks up the center, swirling his tongue around my swollen clit and moving his hands to firmly grasp my thighs.
The sight of it is too erotic, and I come quick and hard against his mouth.
"Callum, I'm coming!" I moan out, gripping his hair tightly and rocking my hips against his face through my orgasm, while his eyes stay right on me.
His tongue slows to soft and sweet laps, "Sweetest girl," he mumbles into my pussy, humming and placing one last kiss on me.
He looks wrecked in the best way—eyes glazed, hair disheveled from my hands, mouth and beard wet from me. He kisses his way back up, moving to settle between my legs.
Cupping his face, I practically yank him down to my mouth, moaning when I can taste myself on his lips. Callum groans into my mouth and rolls his hips against me, the friction so delicious as his cock slides against my pussy.
He does it again and again, and I can barely think straight.
"So good," I moan against his mouth, and he grins, nipping at my top lip.
He chuckles, "I think I'm addicted to eating your pussy."
"You arequitetalented at it," I giggle, licking into his mouth and feeling his hips jerk in response. "A+, greatest of all time, perfect marks, honor roll, and all that."
He rumbles a laugh, I can feel it in my own chest. "Honor roll in eating your pussy—"
"—onlymy pussy—"
"—alwaysonly your pussy, Sophie," he says, half-joke, all promise. "Always only you."
The sincerity in his eyes, the promise in his words. And I believe him. I know he'll never stray. I know he'll never run from me.
I know I have no need to ever worry.
I reach down to grab his cock, stroking once or twice to watch his face slacken before I position him at my entrance, hitching my legs up at his hips.
