As he slid the zipper down, he hooked the fingers of his free hand under the thin sleeve at my shoulder and pushed it down, breaking his mouth away from mine to plant kisses there. He kissed my throat next, moving to my chest once the zipper was all the way down and the dress slid to my waist.
I moaned and stroked my fingernails across his scalp, but as good as all this felt, I wasn’t about to miss out on the opportunity to properly explore him tonight. His tongue licked a hot trail from my collarbone, but I giggled and ducked away, letting the dress pool at my feet before I stepped out of it.
Callum was breathing a little harder than usual, watching me with curiosity and amusement in his eyes as I sat down on the edge of the bed. I lifted my hand and beckoned him to me, never moving my gaze away from his.
He stepped closer, that dark hair falling across his forehead as he cocked his head. “What are we doing?”
“You’re coming over here.”
“Why?”
“Because honestly, I’m not sure how the knots in that waistband work and I’m going to try to be sexy while I try to get your pants off, but I’m going to need to be at eye level.”
He chuckled through a groan but dutifully stepped between my legs and kicked his shoes off. “You’re sexy no matter what you’re doing, Mais. Do you want me to talk you through it?”
I nodded, glancing up at him with a smile spreading on my lips. “Only if you want to get naked at all tonight.”
“In that case, why don’t I just take care of it?” He pumped his eyebrows at me. Before I could even respond, he had his pants open and all I had to do was push them off. “Alright, future wife. Get me naked. I can’t wait.”
I laughed softly, but as I lifted his pants and underwear over his thick length, I realized he might not have been joking.His cock sprang free, already rock hard, and curving almost elegantly toward his navel.
My cheeks suddenly felt like they’d been drenched in lava, but I’d wanted to look at him like this for so long, and now, here he was. This wasn’t the time to get shy or back down, so I wrapped my fingers around the broad base of him and pressed my thighs together in response to the low, needy groan he released.
“Shit, Mais. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.”
“It’s a great idea,” I murmured as I ran my gaze from the wide, shiny tip, along the long, veiny length of his shaft. “I, uh, I haven’t ever really…” I took a deep breath, fascinated by the sounds he made every time I moved my hand even just a little bit. “You’re going to have to help me here, okay?”
“Okay?” he asked, sounding a little confused, but when I looked up, he swallowed visibly, then nodded. “Yeah, okay.”
I flashed him a quick smile, then opened my mouth and bent closer to him, letting my lips close around his tip. He let out another groan, but it was half growl this time. My head started bobbing up and down, my hand working from the bottom to meet it.
Curving my tongue around the underside, I was surprised by how much this was turning me on, but I got really into it. So much so that when he swelled and suddenly pulled me off him, eyes wild and wide when I looked up, I was genuinely shocked that he seemed so into it.
“You’re too good at that,” he muttered, panting. He pushed me back on the bed. For some reason, he looked extremely angry at me, but as he kept talking, I finally understood. “You didn’t need any help at all, but fuck. One more second, and it would’ve all been over.”
It dawned on me then what had happened and I grinned, ridiculously happy that I’d made him feel so good. “Really?”
He scoffed down a short laugh. “Really, Mais. At some point, we’re going to talk about why you thought you needed help at all, but right now?—”
“I need you inside me,” I whispered, my heart pounding and my own body probably just as on edge as his seemed to be. “Please, Callum.”
“Yes.” He didn’t hesitate, just nodding and pressing a hard, urgent kiss to my lips before he reached for a condom and rolled it on.
I peeled my panties off, panting and ready. I watched him lay down on the bed, motioning for me to get on top. Following the silent instruction, I crawled over to him, straddling him and slowly lowering myself down.
Callum wrapped a hand around the nape of my neck and pulled me down, kissing me like I was his source of life. Our bodies finally joined. Even though I was top, he took charge, setting our pace a faster than he had before.
I got it, though. I needed him just as badly. Much too soon, I was moaning and shaking, the sounds he made and the way he felt inside me making it impossible to hold back. The orgasm crashed into me like a tidal wave, pleasure consuming me for longer than I’d ever felt.
Somewhere in the midst of it, I felt Callum’s hips jerk and heard him moan my name, his grip on my hips tightening. He thrust into me hard a few times before he collapsed. Finally spent myself, I lay down beside him, just holding him as I waited for my breathing to return to normal.
The room was dimly lit, only pale ambient light from the city far below filtering in through the giant glass windows. My body was still humming from him, his touches, his kisses, and the way he’d looked at me like I was the only person in the world.
Callum lay beside me, arm stretched across my waist, his fingertips drawing absent shapes on my hip. Tonight, being with him here, in the after, felt too easy. Too good.
“Brody asked me about his dad again,” he said quietly, his voice rough in the stillness.
My throat went tight. “He did?”
