“Oh fuck,” he groaned, pausing for a second as he coasted his palms over my arse. “You’re so perfect. You feel so perfect. Hot and tight andmine.”
I shuddered again as he drove into me.
It was as promised. Hard and fast and furious and so glorious, I’d remember it for the rest of my life. It was how desperate he was, how much he needed me. It made me feel powerful.
The fact that he kept hitting my G-spot at this angle was also pretty phenomenal.
With every fierce thrust of his hips, the table moved, scraping against the floor. I was crying so loudly with each drive into me, I was pretty sure my neighbor downstairs would hear us.
“Fuck, fuck,” Callan huffed breathlessly. “Beth. Fuck, Beth.” His grip on my hips was bruising now. “Come around me, princess. Come on my cock. Hard.”
His words sent me over the edge. I screamed hoarsely as my inner muscles clamped down on him, throbbing in release and drawing him deeper, tighter into me.
“Beth!” he bellowed as his hips slammed against me one last time. I felt him unleash, his cock pulsing inside my tight, shuddering heat.
My arms gave out and I flattened against the tabletop.
I felt his soft lips on my back, his breath panting against my skin as he kissed me through the aftershocks of our climax. He brushed my braid off my back to kiss farther up my spine,his hands coasting over my hips and lower back before moving down over my ass.
His thumb slid down the crease and I let out a little moan of surprise as he prodded into me where no one ever had.
I felt his cock twitch inside me.
He pressed his thumb in a little more.
“Callan?” I shivered, glancing over my shoulder at him.
His expression was dark with hunger, despite his recent orgasm. “Have you ever taken a man here?”
I shook my head and bit my lip against another moan as he gently pushed his thumb in. It burned, but it wasn’t wholly unpleasant. Not with him growing hard inside me. With him here, too, filling me up everywhere, it was overwhelming.
Exciting.
“Are you mine?” he asked huskily, but there was emotion in the question, not just sex.
“Yes,” I answered honestly.
“Good.” He leaned over, and I gasped at the sensation of him sliding deeper into me at the same time he pushed two fingers into my ass. Gentle. Prodding. Not in too far. Merely a teaser. “I want all of you to be mine. Every fucking inch of you, Beth, inside and out. Until we don’t even know where I begin and you end.”
“Yes.” I nodded, wanting that too.
He withdrew against me and then slid his cock back in, all the while his fingers were creating a stretching burn in my ass. “Callan!”
“We need to build you up to my cock,” he said gruffly. “But one day you’ll take me in your arse, and then I’ll own every inch of you.” He withdrew from me abruptly and then gently lifted me off the table. I practically melted as he swooped me up into his arms. “Just as you own every inch of me.”
Joy suffused me as I took his mouth. He kissed me all the while carrying me into the bedroom. Didn’t bump into a single piece of furniture. Showoff. I said as much, making him laugh. Then he did his signature move and threw me on the bed.
But this time when he came over me, his touch was more tender than ever. He caressed me everywhere as I reciprocated the exploration. It was a long time of kisses and licks and petting before he moved inside me again. When I eventually came around his cock, it was from the kind of lovemaking that brought tears to my eyes.
Yet unlike last time, Callan kissed the tears away. Then he guided me to the bathroom to clean us up and after, he led me by the hand back to my bed.
We fell asleep in each other’s arms.
At some point during the night, he woke. I sensed his rawness, his desperation even as he drew me out of sleep to make love to me again. I gave him that because I perceived he needed it. We both needed it.
It would take a while for the magnitude of our feelings to settle.
Until then, we were a raw, open nerve.
