“Oh yeah,” I said, sitting up and grinning down at him like I was drunk. I kind of was. Drunk on Christopher Callahan. “My toes are still tingling.”
“Good.” He stared between my thighs with a slack jaw, his mouth wet from me. It was the sexiest thing to see him disheveled because of me. No more Mr. Rigid.
“I want you naked,” I demanded, desperate to touch him, to make him feel what I was. My heart worked twice as hard, and I couldn’t get close enough to him.
“Do you now?” He grinned, and I pushed him back so I could have access to his shirt. I slid the jacket off his arms and furiously undid his buttons. “You seem in a hurry, Gilly.”
“I am. To see you naked.”
“What if I’m not done with you yet?”
“Don’t care.” I fumbled with the last button and almost cheered when he was shirtless. I ran my fingers over his muscles, his chest, stomach, the line of hair that disappeared below his belt. I bit his pec and sucked the salty skin into my mouth.
He released a shaky breath and his grip on my body tightened, and I licked his nipple before saying, “Pants, gotta go.”
“Not yet.” He stilled my hands and gave me such a heated look, I got the familiar tingle in the base of my stomach again. “I know you need more than one orgasm. I plan on doing that before I slide inside you. Give me what I want, Gil. I haven’t had you indays.”
My head spun from how sexy that sentence was, and I gulped when he pushed me back onto the couch. He moved me so I lay on my back completely while he was still on his knees. The position put his face by mine, but his hands wereeverywhere.“I remember how much you liked it when I sucked your nipple as I stroke you. Tell me, have you thought about this since this weekend?”
“Yes,” I moaned as he made his words true. He bit down while swirling his thumb around my already sensitive area. I gasped when he slid two fingers inside me, curling to the point I arched my toes. “Shit, this is…yes.”
“Would you touch yourself thinking about me?” he asked before biting down on my other nipple. “I think about you all the damn time. Even before this weekend.”
I groaned as he worked me faster, harder. Putting the right pressure and pace together to the point I was close again. “Tell me,” I demanded.
“Tell you how I thought about me putting my mouth on you like this?” He sucked my sensitive breast, hard. “Or imagining my face between your thighs? Or how tight it’d feel sliding into you?”
“Yes,” I moaned, feeling the second orgasm take over. He kept his eyes on mine as I fell apart, and before I could catch my breath, he picked me up.
“Bedroom?” he asked, his voice deep and tense.
“Second door on the right.”
He kicked it open and set me on the bed before undoing his belt and finally sliding his pants and boxers off. He was hard. Incredibly hard. I gulped as he stared down at me with so much heat and warmth in his eyes.
“I’m really into you.”
“I’m into you, too,” I said, cupping his face with my hands. I ran my finger over his jaw and his bottom lip, and a moment passed between us. We were in this together, and none of the previous worries came up. We were on thesame page,and that made the entire experience with him better. “Reallyinto you, Callahan.”
His body stilled when I dragged my hand down to pump his very hard shaft a few times, and then he snapped. He gripped the back of my head, kissing me hard, and his heart pounded in his chest against mine.
“Condom,” I said, reaching a hand out to my nightstand. “Top drawer.”
He got one and handed it to me. “Put it on me.”
I don’t know why him telling me to do it got me hot again. Never it all my hookups had I put it on the guy. They always did. There was something sensual about sliding it on his dick and feeling him pulse around my hand. “Okay.”
“Okay,” he said, repeating me and lowering me back onto the bed. His gaze remained on mine as he bent down to kiss me, slowly. He seemed to find his control again because he kissed me for what felt like hours, nipping at my lip and rolling me over so I lay on top of him. He dug his fingers into my hips and groaned my name. “Gilly, goddamn it.”
“Me too,” I said, knowing exactly what he meant. I ground against him, and he flipped us over again. He put his weight on his forearms and stared down at me, a question on his face. “I want this, you, all of it.”
I barely finished the words before he thrust into me. He felt so damn good, and I clawed at his muscular ass as he found a rhythm. It wasn’t frenzied. It was slowly building up to more, and he reached underneath me to lift me up at the right angle. He went deeper, slid in and out faster, and held on tighter. He found my mouth with his and kissed the hell out of me while he continued thrusting. Sweat pooled in between our chests, and I could smell my musk on his beard, but I didn’t care. It was intoxicating to be touched and kissed by him.
“This is perfect,” he said between sucking my tongue into his mouth. He fell on his side, bringing me with him so I was on top, and he helped guide my hips up and down. “God, you’re sexy.”
“Yeah?” I grinned, moaning as he went deeper inside me. He reached over to swirl my clit with his thumb, and I bucked at the almost too-sensitive nerve. “Pinch it,” I said. He did.
It was what I needed, and his jaw tightened and his mouth went slack as he thrust up into me simultaneously, giving me a third orgasm. I grabbed his chest as I rode out the pleasure, unable to breathe as it continued. My body convulsed around him, and he barely got a word out before his legs tensed, my name leaving his lips as he yanked me down to kiss me as he came. When he stilled, neither one of us moved. I lay on his chest, my face resting next to his, and our all I could hear was my heartbeat. He waited a few minutes before getting up and disposing the condom in the trash before crawling back to bed.
