“Have you changed your mind?” His fingers sweep across my cheek. “It’s absolutely fine if you have.”
I shake my head as he drinks his champagne. “I still want this. Want you. It’s just a little scary.”
His free hand lands on my hip, his fingers making circular motions against the material. “I promise I’ll take good care of you, and if you want to stop, we can.”
“I trust you.”
“Dance with me.” He takes my flute and puts it down on the table alongside his own. Then he reels me into his arms, and we dance around the room, our bodies pressed together as we stare deep into each other’s eyes. We dance for several songs, finishing our drinks in between, and my limbs are loose as we sway to the music.
Callan kisses me, and it’s infinitely tender. Our mouths move leisurely as our hands wander. My fingers trace a path up and down his back and over the contours of his biceps while he palms my ass and curves his hands around my hips.
My nipples are hard, prodding his bare chest through my flimsy nightie, and an ache is building between my thighs. Our kissing grows more insistent, our touches hungrier. Callan continues kissing me as he slowly backs me up toward the bed. We fall onto it in a tangle of limbs. Our mouths collide in desperation, and the heat between my legs is an inferno. When Callan skims his fingers up the backs of my thighs, he ignites a fiery trail of shivers that ripple across my body.
He doesn’t stop kissing me as he repositions us in the center of the bed, with my head on the pillows and his warm, hard body hovering over me. Very carefully, he lowers himself down, careful not to crush me. We both groan when his erection nudges my soft place, and my legs instantly open for him.
My hands are greedy as I clutch him to me, arching my neck as his lips travel lower. He pivots his hips, grinding against my pussy through the thin layers separating us, and a whimper flies from my lips.
Callan watches my reaction as he slowly lowers my straps one at a time. The peaks of my nipples salute him when he reveals my chest, and a delicious shiver tiptoes over me when his fingers brush the length of my collarbone as he drinks his fill. “So fucking beautiful,” he says, dipping his head. “And all mine.”
I cry out when his lips wrap around one nipple and he sucks hard. I love that we don’t have to hold back. Not like all our stolen moments in my bedroom at night when we must be quiet. Desire shoots a path straight to my core, and my pussy throbs as delicious coils twist in my lower stomach, ratcheting my need higher. One leg curls around his waist as I grab fistfuls of his hair while he worships my breasts. I rub against his leg, needing something to alleviate the pulsing ache between my thighs. “Doing okay?” he asks, lifting his head to check in with me.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Callan peels my nightdress off my body and tosses it aside, his pants joining it a few seconds later. His cock bobs as he climbs back onto the bed, and my mouth waters when he grabs his hard length and gives it a few strokes.
“That is so hot.” I pant, my eyes glued to his hand, watching him pleasure himself.
“Almost as hot as watching you get yourself off last week.”
Of course, I blush, but I’m not ashamed of anything we’ve done together. My cheeks just need to get the memo.
“I need you. I’m ready.” I part my legs wider and dip two fingers into my cunt, coating them with the evidence of my lust. I hold them out, shrieking in surprise when Callan swoops down and scoops them into his mouth.
I moan as my hips buck of their own accord. Intense need throbs in my core as I writhe on the bed.
“Delicious.” Callan licks his lips before bending down to kiss my mouth. “I want you soaking for me, babe, because it’s going to hurt at first, and I need you as relaxed as possible.”
I wonder if Dara gave Callan tips or if Callan is just this experienced. I shake those thoughts from my head, not wanting anything to ruin this moment.
Callan kisses his way slowly down my body, taking his time to worship every inch of bare skin. I feel feverish and almost delirious with need. Sweat beads on my brow and trickles down my spine. There isn’t a single place on my body that isn’t primed to explode, and I can’t believe I hid in the bathroom like a coward because I want this more than I’ve wanted anything in a long time.
Callan plays with my pussy, rubbing me with his fingers before using his tongue and his lips on me, and oh my fucking god, he is so good at that! My eyes close as I block everything out except for the pleasure he’s coaxing from my body. I’m a finely tuned instrument being plucked until I reach a crescendo. When Callan sucks hard on my clit, while he curls three fingers inside me, I scale new heights, screaming as the fiercest orgasm zips through my body like lightning. My back arches, my thighs tremble, and my core pulses and shakes with wave after wave of blissful tremors. I feel like I’ve just done a full-body workout in the gym when I finally come down from my high, but my limbs are pliable, and I’m feeling relaxed and ready to move our relationship to the next level.
I fix Callan with a satiated smile as he settles between my legs. His glistening lips approach, and I taste myself as he deeply kisses me. Our tongues entwine in battle as the tip of his cock nudges my entrance. I freeze before forcing myself to relax, reminding myself I want this. I want Callan to be my first, and he’s already made it incredible.
“Still with me, baby?” he asks, holding himself steady and not moving.
“Yes. I love you.”
I want to frame the look on his face right now. No one has ever looked at me with so much emotion, and my heart is rocketing behind my chest wall. “I love you, Astrid. You’re the love of my life. The only one who will ever own my heart.” He kisses me tenderly as he pushes in a little bit more. I feel a pinch, but I urge my muscles to relax. To trust Callan will do everything he can to not hurt me.
We kiss slowly as he inches inside me. My hands roam his back as his fingers sweep over my body in gentle caresses. I cry out when he pushes in farther and pain tightens my muscles. He stops moving, his face creased with worry as he holds himself still. “Do you want to stop?”
“No. Just give me a second.” I take a deep breath and loosen my muscles, shoving the temporary fear away. “I’m good now.”
“I’m going to push in fully the rest of the way, and then I’ll wait for you to adjust, okay?”
Tears prick my eyes because he’s being so careful with me. “I’m so glad I waited to do this with you.”
