With our chests pressed together, I feel our hearts beating inrhythm.
He reaches one hand up to cup my cheek and kisses me sweetly, "You have my whole heart, Sophie. I love you."
"I love you, Callum," I smile and tell him softly, before leaning in and nipping his lips. "Now, love of my life, pleasefuck me."
He grins and whispers, "As you wish."
I'm already dripping and ready for him, so there's no resistance when he presses his hips forward and slides into me.
We moan simultaneously at the connection.
I know that people can compartmentalize sex, that they don't have to attach feelings to it, but I'm not one of those people. Anyone I've ever had sex with, I've had feelings for. I needed emotions involved, even if it wasn't balanced on their end. I feel like I've always felt more than my previous partners, I've always put forth more—emotionally, mentally, physically.
This isn't that. This is equal. Mutual.Complete.This is someone who loves me, who meets me where I'm at, and picks up more of the weight when I need it. This is someone who will do anything for me, who listens to me, who respects and trusts me, and loves me wholly as I love him.
Sex has never felt like this before. The pleasure has never been this intense.
"Jesus..." Callum gasps out, once he's sheathed inside of me fully.
"What?" I ask, breathless like I've run a mile.
"You feel... I've never felt... this... you feelamazing, sweet girl," he moans into my neck, placing kisses on the sensitive skin there. "Are you okay? Can I move?"
"Yes, please!"
He rolls his hips, pulling out before pushing back in. Again and again, slow at first, almost teasing, before he gradually picks up his pace. I know I'm probably moaning way too loud, but Ican't help it. I wrap my arms around his neck, squeezing his hips with my thighs, and clenching my pussy around his cock.
Callum isn't quiet in bed, and his noises just turn me on even more as he moans again, rolling his hips so that his pubic bone rubs against my clit, pleasure exploding from that area.
"Callum," I whine, my voice high and keening. "Feels so good..."
"Yeah?"
"More," I beg, "Fuck me harder, I won't break..."
"I know that... my sweet, strong girl," he mumbles into my neck, pulling back to his knees, and he groans when he can see himself fucking me. Smiling at him, I reach down and rub my clit, "That's it, that's good, baby... keep rubbing your pretty little clit."
I learn quickly that Callum—my gentle giant—turns into a bit of a beast while making love, in the best way. I never liked degrading or mean words while in bed or someone bossing me around, while only focused on their own pleasure.
It's the duality of Callum that's so attractive—saying those sexy, dirty words while remaining so sweet and reverent.
My otter. Mine, mine, mine.
All of my senses are firing on all cylinders. I'm sprinting towards that cliff, my arms wide open, ready for the free fall.
He keeps pumping into me, one hand reaching up to grip the headboard, the other trailing all over my body—my breasts, my hips, my ass. Reaching down, he hikes my leg higher over his hip to hit a new angle.
My body is tensing, I'm so close, and he knows it.
"Come on, baby," Callum's deep voice is slurred and gravelly. "Show me how pretty you come."
My eyes roll into the back of my head at those words, the way his voice sounds like a feral growl, and with three more circles of my clit, I come—hard.
"Callum!" I cry out, arching my back and my orgasm causing my muscles to clench and unclench around his cock.
The spasming sends him over right after me.
Callum growls, and with both of his hands, he grips my ass, pulling me in as he pumps his hips almost brutally, until his entire body shudders.
