Be selfish.
I’ll be the most selfish fucker on the planet if it means I get to keep her. I rise to my feet, keeping the kiss going until I’m standing tall enough to grab the back of Calliope’s thighs and sweep her up into my arms. She squeaks in delight and throws her arms around my neck, drawing me deeper into the kiss. Each step is quick but careful while I carry her from the living room and up the single step into the bedroom.
She runs her fingers through my hair and smiles against my lips, her acceptance of what’s about to happen.
I am selfish.
I want her. I want everything she’ll give me and more.
Nothing else matters.
A cold few seconds linger between when I drop her on the bed and help her out of her boots and socks, to when I’ve torn off my shirt and slacks and crawled over the top of her. She uses her elbows to shift herself up the large bed until she’s nestled among the pillows and I chase her with kisses until I’m parallel to her with only my boxers chasing off the subtle, lingering chill in the air.
The room will warm within seconds.
“Elijah,” Calliope whispers, her voice low and husky. “Is this all you’ve got?”
I pause, arching one brow, and stare down at her. “Is this not enough?”
Her smile grows coy and she gently rolls her eyes. “I dunno… What more could you possibly have?”
A pulse of desire shoots straight down to my cock at her challenge and it takes all my strength not to devour her immediately. I want to study her face for a moment longer. I lower myself slowly and nudge my nose against hers.
“You asked for this.”
She doesn’t have a chance to reply. I kiss her hard and shove both my hands under her shirt, pushing the fabric all the way up to above her breast where I catch the top of her bra and pull it down. She gasps loudly as I leave her mouth for her breasts and take one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard while my hand palms and mauls her other. Each squeeze and twist draws a loud gasp from Calliope but none of that compares to the delicious,buttery sound that slips from her throat when I shove my leg between her thighs and press my knee hard against her core.
It’s a heavenly sound and I want to hear it all the time. Her moans are soft and sweet and they continue as I strip her clothes from her body and lavish her throat and tits with bites and kisses. They swell as I grind my knee up against her clothed pussy, teasing her until she’s writhing and mindless beneath me. They pitch when I tear her jeans from her legs, bite her inner thigh until soft bruises blossom like a pattern, and walk my tongue up the silky soft skin of her inner thigh until I’m face to face with her cunt.
She’s teary when I spend a few minutes just breathing on and lightly kissing her outer lips, teasing her until her face is flushed and she can scarcely breathe without trembling. Then I shove my face between her legs and eat her out like my life depends on it. Patterns are traced over her clit with the tip of my tongue, my fingers delve deep inside her until I find that bundle of nerves that makes her moans curl louder, and my heart pounds in delight as she clasps her legs around my head.
This is heaven.
I listen carefully to her moans and whimpers, eventually able to work out that she responds more to pressure on the left side of her clit. That’s where my tongue rests as I roll it between kisses, keeping up the actions until she comes around my fingers with a breathless cry and a whimper.
Each kiss sends a thrill through me, each scratch she leaves on my skin as she twists and turns in her pleasure is a medal of honor, and every whimper of my name is stored in my heart like a promise.
I love her.
I love everything about her.
It cements in my mind like a prayer the moment I tear my boxers from my hips and sink inside her silken heat. There’s something surreal about watching myself disappear inside her and I keep one hand on her hip and the other on her thigh so I can watch it over and over again.
“Look at you,” I gasp hoarsely. “Opening yourself up to me like you’re starved.”
“So starved,” Calliope moans while reaching for me with one and clutching at her breast with the other. “So starved.”
Her eyes roll back as I bottom out inside her and I thrust a few times just to watch myself fuck into her again and again. Then I take her outstretched arm and as I fall back onto my knees, I draw Calliope up from the bed and into my lap.
She yelps softly and throws her arms around my shoulders as my hands slide down to cup her shapely ass and grip. Then I start to fuck her. Alternating between thrusting upward and lifting her with the grip I have on her, I fuck her like there’s no tomorrow, like every thrust is a promise for how badly I want to be inside her and stay here. My cock throbs in time to my pounding heart and my balls tighten almost immediately, but I stave off my orgasm by focusing on her breathless whimpers and her near-silent gasps.
When the pleasure gets intense, Calliope gets quiet so I have to read her body. Her fingernails cut half-crescents into my back, she pulls in my hair so hard that I see stars and each time my cock reaches deep enough, she clenches around me like she never wants me to leave.
This is selfish. For both of us.
“Fuck,” I gasp, burying my face in the crook of her neck. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
I can’t hold off any longer. My thrusts fall off balance, and I throw Calliope down onto the bed, holding her there with my body as I pound into her with wild abandon. All sense leaves me and I chase my orgasm with a ferocity that brings Calliope to a gasping orgasm seconds before mine.
