For a weak moment, after the doctors had told us that sex was off the table for the upcoming weeks while I healed, I had feared that I would change in his eyes. Going fromgirlfriendtogirlfriend that he needed to care for in really intimate and embarrassing ways. Would that change our dynamic? Would he not be as sexually attracted to me as my caregiver?
Would he get tired of the lack of sex and seek it elsewhere?
No, he wouldn't. And he didn't. Callum's gaze has never wavered, has never wandered.
I trust him with my entire heart.
"Well,hello," his voice drops low and gravelly as he strides over to me. I smile up at him as he wraps his arms around me, his hands trailing down my body and giving my behind a quick squeeze before traveling up my back again, leaving goosebumps.
"Hi, otter," I raise on my tiptoes and press my lips to his.
"You know, I think that you should just be like this all the time when we're home," he says once he pulls back, eyes dropping down to my body once more, and I laugh at his statement.
"I would get cold, though," I protest half-heartedly, loving the desire in his voice and the effect I have on him.
His lips curve into an impish grin, "I'd keep you warm."
He leans in then and peppers kisses on my cheeks and neck, tickling me with his beard. I throw my head back and laugh, and he pulls back to look at me, his eyes dark and intense. His hand cups my cheek, and he shakes his head. "You're so beautiful, you know that?"
"Still?" I ask before I can stop myself.
"Always."
"You know," I start, my voice casual but my body anything but, I press my body closer to his, feeling his cock hardening at the front of his pants. My hands trace up his stomach, and I feel the muscles there clench before I rest them on his broad chest. "It's been over six weeks... and I got cleared for more—ahem—physical activity."
He reaches down, sliding his hands over my ass to my thighs, and lifts me clean off the ground. I giggle and wrap my legs around his waist as he walks us over to the bed.
"You have," he nods, turning and sitting on the bed with me in his lap, my thighs bracketing his. My hips roll, seeking friction, and his eyes darken as his hands move to my hips and flex.
"So, what do you say, otter?" I wiggle my hips and my eyebrows, "Want to give each otherhappy endings?"
He barks a laugh, leaning in to kiss my lips, starting gently before it quickly deepens. Our tongues tangle together, my hands moving from cupping his bearded cheeks to his thick hair. He moans into my mouth as I circle my hips once more, rubbing against the hardness of his cock, and I moan at the sensations.
I feel him everywhere, his warm hands travelling all over my body, one arm dragging up my spine to the back of my head, holding me there, and the other on my ass, squeezing and rubbing.
I feel like I'm on fire. We haven't had sex since Boston—almost ten weeks ago—because I was recovering from being sick.Then I was finishing chemotherapy and prepping for surgery, and then recovering from surgery, so we just... couldn't.
Now, though?
"As you wish," Callum says, maneuvering us further onto the bed and lying back. I'm still straddling his waist, and he crooks his finger, confidence bleeding from every pore as he tells me, "Come sit on my face, sweet girl."
His order makes my pussy ache. I can feel myself getting wetter as I smile, slowly climbing up his body, pausing only so that I can remove his shirt, which he sits up to assist me. I place kisses on his chest, the hair tickling my cheeks as I kiss my way up to his lips.
Nipping his lips once with my teeth and making him groan, I continue moving up until I'm straddling his face.
Staring right at me with hungry eyes, he licks his lips, grabs my hips, and pulls me down to his mouth.
"Oh fuck," I cry out at the first swipe of his tongue, grabbing onto my headboard because I feel on the verge of toppling over. Looking back down at him, I see him already looking at me.
"You taste so good," he growls, eyes locked on mine as he licks again, and again, and again. He keeps up his ministrations, and I feel my hips moving, grinding down on his face, and he moans in response, the vibrations adding to the feelings he's giving me.
"Just like that," I moan, reaching one hand down to run my fingers through his hair. "Oh... you're so good to me, Callum."
His eyes look like melted chocolate before they close, looking like he's in pure bliss. I lean back and rub my palm against the front of his jeans, feeling his steel-hard cock, and smile when his hips jerk in response to my touch. I keep rubbing as he keeps licking, my orgasm fast approaching.
"Callum, I'm gonna come—"
"—all over my face, baby," he mumbles into my pussy, giving my clit a firm lick before kissing it.
