My body burned up as the second orgasm hit me. Callum licked me through it, his soothing and deep voice with me the entire time. Had he ruined me for everyone else? Yes. Would anyone ever get me off with such care again? Probably not.
It was terrifying and wonderful.
He slid another finger inside, pumping me as he watched me with an expression I had never seen before. Lust. Love. Infatuation. It mirrored what I felt, and I bucked off the bed. My thighs trembled, and my throat ached as I moaned, “I’m coming again, oh my god.”
“Ride my fingers, Ivy.” His voice had gone so deep I barely recognized it. He was so sexy and touched me everywhere. “Keep your attention on me. I always wondered what color your eyes were when you came.”
“Fuck!”I cried out, trembling and shaking as I forced my eyes open. His lips parted as he watched me, his entire face attuned to me. There wasn’t time to feel nervous or embarrassed, not with how I felt and how he touched me and kissed my thighs. “Callum, that was amazing.”
“Mm, you’re not done yet either.” He kissed up my stomach, pausing on each nipple before stopping right above my mouth. I had never felt so desired or satisfied in my entire life. “Taste yourself on me. See how delicious you are.”
He didn’t wait before connecting our mouths, and I groaned as he lowered himself on me. He still wore pants, but his cock dug into me as he ground his hips. He cupped my face for a second before tugging the ponytail out of my hair. “Hair down.”
He visibly shuddered as he stared at my hair, now spread all over the bed. My heart thudded so damn hard, each breath barely coming out. He smelled so good, and he tasted like mint andme. “Gorgeous, Ivy. You are gorgeous.”
“I want you,” I whispered as I squirmed. With his body on top of me, heat built between my thighs again with a deep need. “I want to feel you, Callum.”
He sucked in a breath and rested his forehead against mine. “Baby, I didn’t bring a condom.”
“Were you not… didn’t you…?”
He kissed me and smiled. “I planned to pleasure you tonight. To show you that I am all about you. You asked me if I was yours? I’ve always been yours, Ivy.” He kissed my jaw. “You’ll feel me another time, okay?”
My face heated. “But what about you?”
“I love that you care, but pleasuring you gets me off. I swear.” He sucked my neck and rolled to the side, his fingers coming between my thighs again. “I owe you one more orgasm, I believe.”
“Callum,” I gasped, gripping the bedsheets as he thrust his fingers inside me again. His thumb traced my clit, and the building heat surfaced immediately. “I’ve never come three times before.”
His eyes lit up. “I love knowing I’ll get you there. Is this pace good? Is this what you like?”
He slowed down and pinched my clit. “Or do you like faster?”
“This, yes.” I closed my eyes and moaned. “This is crazy.”
“Me pleasuring you? Your body reacting to me? What’s crazy?” He nipped my earlobe and increased the pressure.
“All of this.” Pleasure took hold of me now. Words couldn’t happen. My body thrashed, and my legs trembled. The only sounds were my gasps and moans and my legs sliding against the sheet. “Callum.”
“Fuck, I love this.” His breath hit my face, but he just stared at me as I came down from the orgasm.
I was a noodle. My limbs were tingling and useless. “I’m drunk on you.”
“Good. Now you know how I feel.” He kissed my collarbone before saying, “God, I’m so hard.”
“I want to see you.” I regained some control and pushed up, so I sat on the bed. He’d shown me how he felt, and I wanted to explore him, learn the parts about him I couldn’t all these years.Callum lay next to me, but his eyes flashed. “Show me your cock, Callum.”
“Mm, I like hearing you saycock.” He smirked as he sat up and removed his pants before lying back on the bed. His cock was hard and thick and long. It jutted against his stomach, a perfect, beautiful cock.
“Wow,” I whispered, afraid to blink. He was magnificent. His light trail of hair led to his deep pelvic bones, then his massive cock waiting to be touched. My whole body shook from anticipation. What didhelike?
Watching him stroke himself was straight out of a locked-up fantasy. His cock was huge and thick, and his hands barely covered it. I whimpered. “Can I touch you?”
“Fuck yes.”
I licked my lips, leaning over and taking his cock in my hands. He hissed as I pumped him. He was so hard and huge, wow. The feel of him in my hands made my mouth water. His muscles tensed all over his body as I stroked him. His abs tightened, and his jaw flexed. “You’re beautiful,” I said, feeling bold enough to play with his balls. Callum groaned and fisted the sheets.
“I’m yours,” he gritted out. “I’m not gonna last long, baby. Seeing your pretty hands on me is killing me.”
