His eyes go feral when I cry out his name, "Callum!"
I come hard, not able to even stop the half-moan/half-shout that erupts from my throat. My whole body shakes through it, and I can't stop grinding against his face, trying to prolong the orgasm for as long as possible. Callum doesn't seem to mind, hooking his arms around my thighs and keeping me against his mouth as he drinks me in like he's determined to smother himself.
He breaks from me with a gasp, the entire bottom of his face wet with me, and I get off of his face and lean down to kiss him, tasting myself all over his lips and mouth. He cups my face and deepens the kiss, "I'm going to do that for hours one day," he growls against my lips, before tangling his tongue with mine. "Just eating you until you can't see straight."
My hands are moving almost frantically, unbuttoning his pants, pushing down the zipper, and helping ease his pants down over his hips.
Once they're off, he pulls me back on top of him. We keep kissing, our naked bodies rubbing against each other, and I rub myself against his stiff cock and moan at the feeling. I'm so wet he almost slips in on his own, and I shift back a little bit to position him at my entrance.
His chest glistens with sweat, and his chin glistens withme.I meet his eyes because the moment feels electric. Callum sits up to press his lips to mine, moaning when his cock brushes against me, and he pulls away just enough to whisper. "I love you, Sophie."
My eyes grow a little wet at the twisted, almost painful look on his face. I feel the love I have for him overflowing out of me. Both my hands reach up to cup his cheeks, brushing my nose against his as I reply straight from my soul. "I love you, Callum. You saved me,do you understand that?I wouldn't have..."
He kisses away the tear that falls down my cheek, sharing mypain just as he has been doing for the last six months.
Half a year of knowing this man, of loving this man, because I'm sure that it started that first day back in August. A tiny seed that was planted when we first met, nurtured through his steadfast care, his kind words, his warm hugs, and his gentle kisses.
I shake my head in awe, "I wouldn't have made it through this without you."
I wouldn't have. If I hadn't walked into the bookstore that day, I would have been alone through this whole thing. I would have had Donna and Rich—maybe —but no Maeve, no book club; Tess would still be in Germany.
No Callum. That's... well, that'sinconceivable.
How can I even conceive a reality where he's not a part of my life? It feels as though this—what we have—transcends everything.
I was always meant to belong to him.
And he was always meant to belong to me.
"You would have," he assures me, his voice sure but his face so soft. "But, I'm so glad that you didn't have to. I love you too, Sophie. You changed my entire life, my otter. You're... it. You showed me what it means to be known and to be loved for it."
My breath catches at his words, my heart slamming itself against my ribcage like it's trying to escape. I watch as a tear slips down his cheek, and he cups my face in his hands, holding my gaze.
"Having the privilege to love you is the greatest gift I'll ever be given." Callum's voice breaks, his hands tightening on my face. "And I'llnevertake it for granted.Ever."
I lean forward to kiss his lips, tasting salt against his lips—his tears mixed with my own. His arm snakes around me, anchoring me to him as his other hand cradles my face. I wrap my arms tighter and deepen the kiss, all of the emotions rolling over me atonce. The humor of this moment breaks through, and I pull back with a laugh.
"God, I can't believe I'mcrying during sex," I laugh wetly, going to wipe my cheek with the back of my hand, but he's already there, kissing all my tears away.
"They're both ratherwetactivities," he teases, making me laugh even harder.
"You did that one on purpose!"
"Well, it got you to laugh," Callum shrugs, kissing my nose and rolling his forehead on mine. The moment shifts, growing charged as we lock eyes. "Ready, baby?"
"Yes," I whisper.
And he slides in me.
We both gasp at the sensation.
I rock my hips, feeling so amazingly full in his lap. He groans, pulling my lips to his as I slowly move forward and back on his cock.
"Ride me, sweet girl," Callum moans, leaning back onto the bed, hands on my hips, guiding me forward and back. I moan loudly at the feel of my clit rubbing against his pubic bone, "That's it, baby, you're doing so good—You look so fucking beautiful, so sweet—oh, God, Sophie—"
He jerks his hips as I lean back, rolling my hips, and I gasp at the new angle he hits. "Oh fuck, right there!"
"Yeah?" he jerks his hips again and again. I can feel my orgasm growing, the pleasure, the way Callum's looking at me right now, like I'm some goddess, is too much. He rolls his hips, and I cry out again, "Like that?"
