Slow, deep thrusts that make my toes curl.
He kisses me as he fucks me, his hands gripping my body, holding me in place.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groans.
"Fuck, you feel like you were made for me," he says against my mouth.
I can't speak. I can't think.
All I can do is feel.
His cock sliding in and out of me.
His hands on my body.
His mouth on my skin.
The firelight flickering across the room.
The heat building between us.
"Callum," I gasp, my nails digging into his back.
He thrusts harder, faster.
"Say my name again," he demands.
"Callum."
"Again."
"Callum."
He groans, his hips slamming into mine, and I feel myself climbing toward another orgasm.
His pace is relentless, and my body is fully able to take him now, and I feel myself on the verge of orgasming again.
"I'm close," I whisper.
"Come for me, baby," he says, his voice rough. "I want to know what it feels like for you to come on my cock."
The electricity from his words runs through me, and he pins me down, my body squirming from the overload of pleasure.
My body vibrates and suddenly bright white stars cloud my vision. I come undone around him and bite my lip to keep myself from screaming.
I hold onto him tightly and he fucks me harder and harder. I feel myself clamp around his cock and his breathing goes erratic, his pace faltering.
He pounds into me so hard I'm shaking. I feel his back muscles tense, and with a final thrust, he fills me with his warm seed. I grind against him, milking his cock and allowing both of us to ride out our orgasms.
Eventually, we both slow, trying to catch our breaths. I wipe the strands of hair that have stuck to my sweaty forehead out of my face as he collapses on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress.
I wrap my arms around him, holding him close, and I kiss his shoulder.
"My God, I've never felt anything like that before," I say, and start giggling with pure happiness.
He lifts his head and looks at me.
"Get used to it," he says.
