He looks at my ass and says, “Nothing. Your pussy is dripping out my come, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I blink, facing forward.
“So fucking hot, Tiger.”
“Can you grab something to clean me?” I ask, embarrassed.
He shakes his head with a smile. “No.”
I flip onto my back and spread my legs.
“Atta girl,” he says, licking his lips. His eyes flick to mine. “I want to fuck you again.”
“Again?” I question.
He nods, walks over to me, and pauses.
Then he leans down and kisses me.
“Start me a bath,” I mutter, seeing how far I can push him.
He laughs and kisses my forehead. “I’ll start us a bath.”
He walks away and stops at the doorframe. “You coming?”
I get up and follow him into his bathroom.
When we step into the bath, I lie in Callum’s arms. He gently washes my body. And then he taps on my right forearm at the bandage and says, “Can we take this off?”
I nod. “Yeah. I probably left this bandage on for too long.”
He starts peeling the edges of the bandage. It’s really stuck, and his wet fingers aren’t helping.
“So, how was it?” he asks.
“How was what?”
“The Callum Experience.”
I roll my eyes and laugh.
“I need to know,” he whispers, kissing my cheek.
I bite my lip and blush. I whisper, “It was the best.”
“The best?”
I roll my eyes. “Oh my god, Callum.”
“Hey, you said it, not me.”
I smile, and then he pulls the bandage off in one rip. “Asshole,” I say, feeling the sting.
He kisses me and looks down at my wound. “It looks good.”
I look at it and nod. “Yeah, it does.”
He kisses my right shoulder, staring at it. “I’m sorry about what happened to you.”
