Already down to my underwear, Callum had me at a disadvantage. His hands prowled my body with intent, coasting over my shoulders, my collarbones, along the tops of my arms and down my back, blazing a trail over my skin and never once breaking contact, like I might disappear if he let go of me for even a second. There was no chance of that. I tugged at his clothes, no decorum, no respect, I wanted them off his body and his body on me. All at once, it seemed like a crime for him to be covered up and the buttons popped off his shirt, one of them hitting the top of my foot as I tore it from him. He took care of his belt, ripping it from his jeans with a vulgar snapping sound as I lavished him with kisses. Callum was an imposing man when fully dressed but somehow, stripped of his shirt’s civilized restraint, he seemed even bigger. I loved his chest, running my hands over the solid musculature and the dark, curling hair that covered it, tapering away as it trailed down his stomach, disappearing into the jeans that were still annoyingly on his body.
‘You don’t need these,’ I said, pushing the closely fitting denim down his hips, tugging extra hard in an attempt to get them past his perfectly sculpted backside. ‘In fact, they’re very much in the way.’
Rather than help me in my efforts, he caught my wrists in his hands, his thumb and forefinger circling them easily.
‘Slow down,’ he instructed, breath coming hard. ‘We can slow down.’
I looked up at him and sank my teeth into my lower lip at the expression on his face. Dazed, consumed, out of control.
‘You don’t need to go slow for me,’ I said, hazy and impatient.
‘No. But I need to go slow for me.’
Carefully, he prised my hands away from his jeans and brought them up to his mouth, kissing the insides of my wrists, softly, slowly, until he reached the crook of my elbow where he sucked on the sensitive skin. When I whimpered, my nipples hardening at the sensation of his wet tongue on my warm flesh, his eyes flashed to mine and I saw the beginnings of a wicked grin on his face.
‘Slower?’ he asked.
I raised my chin, defiant.
‘I already said no.’
Callum inhaled deeply, accepting the wordless challenge laid down before him. He resumed the trail of kisses along the inside of my upper arm, crossing over to my chest without pause. He anchored himself against the frame of the four-poster bed but I had nothing to keep me upright except my own two legs and the last remaining shreds of my composure. It was a losing battle.
‘You are so soft,’ he said, the cool night air chilling all the places he’d placed a kiss then moved along. ‘And you taste …’
There was no end to the sentence. Instead he slid one finger under the strap of my bra, his eyes darting up to mine checking for a silent confirmation. When I nodded, he brought down one strap then the other, and cupped my breasts in his hands, dragging his lips across the exposed skin. When I reached behind my back to unfasten the clasp, he caught my wrist again and pinned it behind me, the merest and most pleasurable suggestion of pain shooting down my shoulder as I twisted against him. It wasn’t aggressive, I could’ve freed my arm if I’d wanted to but I didn’t want to. What I wanted was to know what he would do next.
Still holding my wrists behind my back with one hand, he brushed the thumb of his other hand over my nipple through the thin fabric of my bra. I swayed forward, sent into a full body swoon, and grabbed for the post of the bed behind Callum. How long had it been since someone had touched me like that? I couldn’t remember. I didn’t want to remember. Releasing my restrained arm, he held me upright and his lips replaced his thumb, tongue and teeth teasing my nipple, leaving it exposed, the cups of my bra pushed down as he turned his attention to my other breast.
‘Fuck,’ I whispered without meaning to.
The aching sensation that had started in my chest travelled down my body, liquifying, turning molten as it found a home between my thighs. A strong, insistent throb, accompanied by uncontrollable fluttering. I rolled my hips towards Callum, even the friction of my underwear almost unbearable.
But there was to be no relief, not yet. Callum unclasped my bra, let it fall from my body and tossed it away, aimlessly. All of his focus was on me, a glazed look overcoming his beautiful face as he gazed at my breasts and finally, finally began to unfasten the fly of his jeans, one agonizing stud at a time. He still had two to go when I reached out a hand to help.
‘No,’ he barked, jerking away. ‘Wait.’
The house was so quiet, his words landed harsh and heavy. All I could hear was the ragged cut of breathing and the pounding of my own heartbeat in my head, all I could feel was unbearable desire. I withdrew my hand and bit my lip again, until I tasted the sharp tang of blood in my mouth. It was worth waiting for. Callum slowly rolled his jeans, then his black boxer briefs, down to his ankles before kicking them away. I’d never been the kind of person who cared about the physical attributes of my partner, particularly when it came to what was inside their trousers, but even if I were the most discerning of women, there was no way Callum would disappoint. He was a big man in every way that mattered and his cock matched him in size and stature, thick and long and hard, pressed almost all the way up against his stomach. He looked at me with those deep blue sapphire eyes and breathed in through his mouth as he stepped back towards me, hoisting me into his arms and lifting me onto the bed with one swift, smooth movement.
The mattress accepted us without protestation and the weight of Callum’s body pushing me down, erasing every last thought from my head. I wrapped my legs around his waist, his mouth on my throat, his hands in my hair, the hardness of him against my soft skin,and felt out a path from his shoulders down to his hips. Grasping his backside, I pulled him closer to me, raising myself up to grind into him, knowing he could feel my underwear, soaked through. But he wasn’t done torturing me yet. Insistent kisses moved from my neck to my breasts, forging a trail down my stomach until he arrived at the edge of my underwear, and I squirmed under the finger that took over from his mouth, travelling over the black cotton, slowing to a brutal pace as it arrived between my legs to find me hot and swollen and wanting.
‘Oh,’ I thought I heard him say and I arced up off the bed, the slender strip of fabric that remained between us edging to one side, the force of his exclamation against my most sensitive spot enough to send my eyes rolling back in my head.
When his finger parted me, slick and ready, I turned my head to the side, eyes tightly closed, fists driving into the mattress. How did anyone survive this? How was I supposed to bear his touch without screaming out his name? But I didn’t dare. The house was old and the walls were thick but I was afraid if I even opened my mouth, I would bring the whole place crashing down and leave Balmaclay in ruins. The same finger slid inside me with unbearable restraint and when his tongue followed it, I had to press a pillow over my mouth as I cried out, a tiny breathless warning that I’d swam too far from shore.
The laugh of acknowledgement that left Callum’s lips only sent more ripples of pleasure through me, two fingers in me now, his tongue working my clit. No matter how many times I twisted away from him, he held me in place, insistent but gentle, reading my bodylike it was his favourite book until my breathing calmed to a manageable degree and we found a rhythm I could tolerate. Only, he didn’t stop, he didn’t slow down. There was no waiting now, no prolonging the inevitable. Thighs shaking, control began to slip through my fingers, tremors threatening to overwhelm me when he spread me open to fasten his mouth on that sweet spot, fingers moving mercilessly back and forth inside me, beckoning me onwards.
‘Callum,’ I gasped, my hips bucking uncontrollably as he wrapped both arms around my thighs and coaxed me towards my climax.
His eyes were locked on mine as I came, blow after blow of mind-shattering pleasure dragging me down, down, down into blissful oblivion. I called his name again but it was nothing more than a whisper on the waves, and when he finally let go, wiping his mouth on his arm as he moved up the bed, my face was covered in tears, my entire body shaking. Somewhere on another planet, I heard the rustle of foil, a tearing sound, and saw Callum rolling on a condom.
‘Slower?’ he asked, tenderly wiping away my tears with his thumb as he settled between my thighs.
Purposefully, I pushed the hand away, pulled his thumb into my mouth and sucked, smiling when his eyes flared.
‘I already said no,’ I said, releasing his thumb and reaching down between our bodies to grasp his thick, heavy cock in my hand, bringing its throbbing head to my slick opening. When I squeezed, he shivered from head to toe.
‘If you do that again, I’m going to come,’ he said into my ear, guttural and raw.
