It takes all of three minutes. I’d run if he was game, but I don’t want to tire him out. That’ll come later.
If I have things my way, Callum is gonna be wrung-out, gasping, and happily delirious by the end of the night. Man, I wanna make him feel so good.
I kick my shoes off and go right up to him, and his mouth lands on mine again. My hands circle his back and pull him into me, and I don’t even think as I guide us to the bedroom, discarding our coats and my sweater on the way. Still kissing, I lean against the footboard as I undo a button on his shirt, revealing more of that glorious chest and giving him the next move.
That next move consists of Callum tripping and launching us onto the bed. I land first, my back colliding against the mattress and he follows right after, making me sink into the bed under his amazing heft.
Yes, please.
He tries to push himself up, but I latch onto his firm back muscles and drag him down. My dick presses against my pants, and I make an involuntary thrust up as he lands back on top of me, his face falling next to my head.
Callum lets out a disbelieving snicker. “Do youwantme to accidentally crush you?”
“Nah. I want you to do thaton purpose. Let’s make out.”
The speed with which he lunges at me has to set a world record or something. We’re kissing deeper than we were earlier, and Callum is a total natural. He's messy, but that’s kind of the point. He slides his tongue against mine so smoothly, I’m moaning like that tongue is working its magic somewhere else. And the noises he’s making? They’re hot as hell.
Him grinding against me is even hotter, and him reaching for my waist is enough to end me.
“Wanna go further?” I grunt out.
He replies with an abrupt moan. “God, yes.” His hands make a pass along the bottom of my T-shirt. “You turn me on so much.”
I don'tthinkI have a praise kink, but hearing Callum say that might have given me one.
“I need you.” Pressing up, I slam my mouth to his, needy and emboldened. “Want me to take this off?” I slide my fingers along his, curling them around the hem of my shirt.
“Yeah, do it.” His voice is sharp, clipping at the end of every syllable, and I chuckle. Oh, man, he’s as impatient as I am.
As soon as the fabric clears my head, my mouth is on his again, hot and rough. Now he’s the one on his back, and I straddle his waist, heaving myself up on top.
I’ve seen him shirtless exactly once before, and I’m dying for a repeat, except with my hands and mouth added to the mix. As I run my hands down from his neck, my fingernails catch on his shirt, and I slip underneath, sparks shooting through me as I make contact with soft, bare skin and the thin fuzz on his stomach.
Jesus, I need his cock so bad—I bet he tastes like heaven. I wanna hear him moan while I suck him off and listen to his voice break as he unloads down my throat, curling his toes and grabbing my hair.
I reach down to stroke him over the top of his jeans, his breath catching in a gasp as my fingers land.Fuck me, he's packing.
I want to lose myself in his body. I want more, so much more.
And Callum…
Shit, hedoesn't.
My eyes widen. Something is off. He’s stiff as a piece of driftwood. Breathless.
Reluctant.
Did I go too far and too fast with him, too?
“Callum, do you want to stop?” I ask. There’s no reply, but thehesitation in his wide eyes is clear as day. “Should we keep going?” I shuffle away to give him some space.
He shakes his head. “Sorry.” His voice is so quiet, it breaks me.
“You have nothing to apologize for,” I say, putting my shirt back on. “I shouldn't have pushed.”
“You didn't push me,” he says, and the stiffness in my jaw loosens a little. “But you want more.”
“If you don’t, that’s all I need.” I place a hand on Callum’s thigh to give it a quick rub, and his little smile returns, if a bit weak. And honestly, seeing this man smile might be better than sex. “You can take as long as you need?—”
