“Condom?” I whisper against her lips.
“Pill,” she replies with a soft, sweet moan.
Our lips collide and I devour her, massaging and pawing one breast until her nipple is a stiff, hard peak. It calls me and I break the kiss, working my way down her throat and collar to her breasts where her nipple greets me like it's been calling me since the first kiss. As I swirl my tongue around the nub, I shove my boxers down and Calliope moans.
It’s a louder sound instantly muffled by her own hand slapping over her mouth while her nails cut back into my shoulder. I switch my attention from breast to breast until both nipples are swollen and well loved, then I kiss a path back up to her full lips and claim them just as I slide two fingers deep into her pussy.
She’s burning hot, an inviting silkiness that makes my cock throb at the thought of being inside her. I can barely swallow my own sounds and they pour into Calliope’s mouth while ourtongues dance together. Three thrusts of my fingers and my hand is soaked in her juices. She clenches her core down around me and my eyes roll back in my head.
I can’t wait any longer.
Removing my fingers, I grasp my cock and guide it through her pussy, from clit to hole, coating myself in her juices. Each stroke of her heat against the swollen crown of my cock is torture for both of us, judging by how tightly her legs grip my waist. She slides one hand to the side of my face, teasing the bottom of my earlobe while her other continues to hang onto my shoulder.
I devour her again in a deep, slow kiss, and slide my cock deep inside her in one slow, careful thrust. When we’re pelvis to pelvis, I take a moment to rest and experience just how good it is to be inside her again. Forehead to forehead, we exist in each other’s space, sharing the pocket of air between us as she adjusts to my size and I gain all control of my orgasm to ensure I don’t cum immediately.
It’s hard not to. She’s absolutely stunning and today has been amazing. This is everything I’ve ever wanted. Calliope tilts her head and our noses brush together. Then she kisses me sweetly and I start to thrust. Slowly at first as I gauge how noisy her bed will be if I were to go to town. There’s a slight creak so I keep everything slow and controlled.
Sweat breaks out across my skin as every part of me heats up, lust coils low in my gut like a weight and my balls throb with each thrust deep inside her. She’s soft and silky, a heavenly contrast to the tugs of my hair and the nails carving her presence into my shoulder. I kiss her and I fuck her, swallowing down every whimper and moan, and rolling my hips each time she gasps like she’s out of air.
Over time, my thrusts increase and soon, I can’t hold back. She’s too beautiful. She’s too perfect. I spent far too long without her. Calliope comes with her fingers in her mouth, trying to drown out her own moans. I spill inside her a few seconds later and increase the force of my thrusts until the bed creaks and she’s aware of how badly I want to fuck her through the mattress.
The afterglow of orgasm isn’t enough to stop me. Her legs fall to the side as her body twitches and quivers from her orgasm so I guide her onto her side and lie behind her, my chest pressed to her back. Then I pull her hips snug against me until she’s practically sitting in my lap. With my cock still hard, I slide back inside her pussy and bury my face in the back of her neck.
Fucking her this way gives me deeper access and she hangs onto the arm I keep around her waist for support. I fuck her long and slow with one arm under her and around her waist, and the other between her legs teasing her clit in time to each slow, long thrust. Taking my time to use her oversensitivity against her turns her into a puzzle, even as she tilts her head back and lazily kisses me.
By the time we’ve both come a second time, exhaustion is deep in my muscles and Calliope’s holding my hand tightly with our fingers laced together and her body comfortably slotted in against mine.
I hope dawn never comes.
28
CALLIOPE
I’m living in a dream.
Waking up to a man in my bed who was reluctant to let me go, a body that twinged and sang with the memories of the night before, and a heart full of possibilities. It’s like I’ve woken up a completely different woman. One who actually has a chance at a really good future.
Shifting my stance at the counter, I tuck some of my damp hair behind my ear and shiver as the lingering warmth from my morning shower finally dissipates, replaced by the slight chill in the air that invades the kitchen. The temptation to crawl back into bed with Elijah was the strongest pull I’ve ever felt, but I resisted.
Nick will be awake soon and I need coffee.
As bitter as it is on my tongue, it warms me up in seconds and I hug my cup while replaying everything from last night. I have no reason for things to go that way. They just… happened. Everything feltright. My neck tingles with the kisses he left behind, my fingers throb with the memory of gripping hisshoulders like a lifeline, and my core aches as the phantom weight of his cock still lingers inside me and shifts every time I move.
I haven’t felt like this since… well, since Elijah, actually. I dated in the years in between, but I didn’t sleep with any of those men and never brought any home because of Nick. Somehow, yesterday was the perfect cocktail and this morning is even better.
“Mom!” Nick yells at the top of his lungs as he races into the kitchen with Samson trailing behind him, yawning and rubbing his eyes.
“Good morning!” I smile widely as Nick thumps into my leg and holds on.
“Morning!”
“Good morning, Sam.”
“Morning,” Sam yawns.
“Are you two hungry?”
“Yes!” they chorus, and Nick squeezes my leg in a hug. “Pancakes,” he grins. “You promised!”
