She tasted salty-sweet and he wanted to drown in that flavor, to always taste her on his tongue until the moment he drew his last breath.She whimpered as she writhed against him and he looked up the length of her body to watch her reaction.
She had closed her eyes, dropped head back against the door, and she was grinding against him, seeking the pleasure he wanted so much to give her.
So he didn’t deny her, or himself, for even a moment longer.
* * *
Callum shifted beneath her, arching one leg over his shoulder, spreading her wider for more access.The feel of his tongue dancing across her, teasing her clitoris, God, how she had missed this.Missed him when he pleasured her…but also in all the other ways.
And she was a coward for not telling him what she had to say before she allowed this, but she pushed those thoughts away and focused instead on the sensation of his mouth.He was so good at this, so good at making her feel alive.She never wanted it to stop.
He sucked her clitoris now, the wet sound of it like music in the air around them.She ground against him, crying out when he slid one hand from her hip and pressed two fingers into her sheath.She gripped against him, grinding for her pleasure.He gave it in spades, building her toward the orgasm as her legs began to shake.
When it hit, she buckled, but he kept her upright, continuing to torment, to please as she wailed out his name, as she cursed, as she shuddered.And only when she went limp did he rise up, pressing his fingers to her lips so she could suck the evidence of her orgasm from his fingers.
“More,” she found herself whispering, demanding because he always made her feel safe to do so.
He swept her into his arms, carrying her to his bed.He set her next to it and turned her, pressing her hands to the high edge as he flicked the buttons along the back of her dress open.He shoved the dress and chemise down.She kicked from her torn drawers and now all that was left were her stockings and her slippers.
“My God, what you do to me,” he grunted, stepping back, removing the heat of himself from her back.She whimpered and looked back over her shoulder to find that he had shed his jacket and was untangling his cravat from his neck.
“I want to see what I do to you,” she whispered as she faced him, leaning on the edge of the bed.“Show me.”
His eyes went wide, pupils dilating with even more desire.He unbuttoned his shirt and tugged it over his head, then lowered the placket of his trousers and pushed them away too.
His hard cock curled up, so tempting.She shivered as she moved toward him, pressing herself to his now-naked body and reaching down to take him in hand.He hissed out pleasure as she stroked him.She watched that reaction, loving the power he allowed her when he showed her that she moved him.
She wanted more of it.More of him.She wanted to make him just as needy and filled with pleasure as he always made her.She leaned in and kissed his shoulder, lower to his pectoral, swirling her tongue around the nipple there.He grunted her name, almost primitive as his hands dug into her hair and scattered the pins down on the floor.
She kept kissing lower, repeating his earlier action by dropping to her knees before him.
“You don’t have to—” he began.
She stared up at him as she brushed her cheek to his cock.“I want to.”
Then she drew him inside her mouth.It had been a long time since she did this.With Silas she’d never much liked the act.Of course, she had stopped wanting Silas mere months into their marriage.But this man she wanted, needed, craved, and so having him between her lips, taking him into her throat so he jolted with pleasure…
That was magical.
She stroked over him, rolling her tongue around his length, sucking him as she worked him as deep as she could.She could feel him edging toward release and she found herself craving the moment that she could steal this man’s control.
But he didn’t allow it, at least not this time.He caught her elbows and she was dragged away from her work as he kissed her.
“Not this time,” he panted against her lips.“I need to feel you too much.”
With that, he pivoted her so her back was against him.He curved his body around hers, pinning her hands to the bed with his.She lifted her backside, offering herself shamelessly.And he took that offer without hesitation.
He aligned his cock to her entrance and then he was sliding home.They moaned together, grinding in time as he began to thrust.She worked a hand between her thighs and began to circle her clitoris with her fingers, gripping his cock with every stroke as he worked her, once again, toward release.
When she came, his mouth closed around her shoulder.She rocked back against him, riding the unceasing waves of pleasure that seemed to roll through every nerve ending in her body.
“Christ,” he grunted, pulling from her body to spill against her back with a long cry.
He collapsed against her, pinning her to the bed for a moment as he kissed her shoulders, the back of her neck.She reveled in the weight of him, the brush of his body against hers.She felt…safe.
Even though she wasn’t.Not really.She hadn’t told him what she’d actually come here to share.And she had to.
Slowly he shifted off of her and climbed onto the bed.He patted the place beside him.She eyed it, feeling the rush of temptation.“I don’t know, Callum,” she began.
