I am so glad I had no idea she wasn’t wearing anything under my shirt earlier.
Reaching down, I rearrange my erection in my sweats. The tent it is creating is still glaringly obvious. Grey sweat pants may be a man’s lingerie, but fuck, I wish they could hide just a little bit from her eyes.
She is now completely topless before turning around to face me and peeling her leggings down her legs. I know she is a little self-conscious of her body, being a little softer than she would like, but I will eat up every single inch of her flesh. She will never feel like she is not good enough ever again, if I have anything to say about it.
I can feel her eyes burning a hole into the sweats that are becoming increasingly tight. While I subconsciously thank whatever god is out there that she does not have the ability to burn my sweats off my body. No one needs that kind of heat near the jewels.
“Are you going to worship me, or just stand there staring?” Her words shock the hell out of me.
CHAPTER 17
KYRA
Cal’s jaw hits the ground. If we were in a cartoon, his jaw and tongue would be rolling across the floor, and my cheeks would pinken at my own words.
Where did this boldness come from?
We have hardly spent any time together, but every single time we are, I feel like not only am I in complete control, but that he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. He also makes sure I am just as satisfied as he is. That is not something Mike would have ever done.
Nope, we are not thinking about him while we have this fine specimen of a man standing half naked in front of me.
He starts to move towards me again, but I place a hand on his chest to stop him. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I lean back on my elbows and just enjoy the view. I can feel myself start to leak, but I want to just soak in every ounce of this man in front of me. I know I need to cut this off before anyone gets feelings, but I want to drool for a bit.
“I can’t very well worship you if I can’t touch you.” His eyes heat with lust, and they trail slowly over every single inch of my flesh that is on show. “You know, I am starting to smell yourarousal permeating the air beautifully. Let me help you with that.”
“I want to memorize every line of this chiseled body.” Slowly, I bring my finger up to my mouth and suck gently. A sound almost like a growl rumbles in his chest.
“Fuck this.” He springs on the attack and pins me to the bed. His hips are pushed in between my legs while he crashes his lips to my own. The kiss is hard and desperate. A quick, sharp pain shoots across my bottom lip just moments before I taste the coppery tang that is blood coating our tongues.
The roughness of his fingertips plucks at the peaked buds of my nipples. All of the sensations send shivers down my whole body. Breaking the kiss with my lips, he kisses down my neck, to my collarbone, where he nibbles gently. Hard enough that there will probably be light pink marks when we are done, but not enough to leave bruises. He takes his time loving on each breast. When his mouth is busy with one nipple, his hand alternates between massaging and rubbing my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I am lost in a haze of lust and sensation.
“Oh, fuck.” I cry out, and I can feel a smile cross his face while he laps at my nipple with his tongue.
The hand that was playing with the opposite breast slowly trails down my body, stopping for just a moment at my stomach, and I cringe internally. Callum lifts his head off my boob for a moment.
“I never want you to feel ashamed of your softness. I love every single inch of this body, and I never want you to second-guess that I do. Just the thought of your flesh under my fingers makes me hard.” His gaze meets mine with no lies spotted.
Those bright blue orbs continue to bore into my green ones from between my thighs, while his fingers find my clit, and I let out a small gasp.
“Are you going to acknowledge me, Sunflower?” I can feel every single word brush every so gently across my pussy.
It’s official, I am dripping, and I can feel it leaking out of me.
“Yes, I understand.”
As soon as I finish my statement, he takes one luxuriously long lick along my entire slit. His moan vibrates along my sensitive bundle of nerves.
“This is the best pussy I have ever tasted, it is also the last I ever want to taste.”
Burying his face between my thighs, he proceeds to eat me like it’s the last meal he will ever consume. Normally, I am so uncomfortable with anyone going down on me. A certain someone always made it seem like eating me out was such a chore, and he despised every moment of it. As soon as the thought crosses my mind, he nibbles ever so gently on my clit with just enough pressure to snap my attention back to the surfer God between my legs.
“Eyes. On. Me.” Every word is punctuated by a light breath on my clit.
At first, he slips one of his large fingers into my pussy while still lapping at my clit like he is licking a dripping ice cream cone. He curls that single finger up to hit a spot in me that I don’t think I have ever felt before, and I see stars. If he can do this with just his fingers and mouth, I can only imagine what he feels like when he takes his time fucking me.
“Oh, fuck. I need more.” The words are more of a moan than actual words.
“More what, Sunflower?” His lips brush over my clit with every word, causing me to moan even louder.
