I’m lost to the sensation and the overwhelming pleasure that threatens to consume me entirely. Every flick of his tongue, every thrust of his fingers, brings me closer to that edge.
“Please,” I whimper. “Don’t stop.”
My pleas only spur him on, his movements becoming more deliberate. His tongue swirls around my clit with an intensity that makes my vision blur at the edges. His fingers pump in and out, finding that perfect rhythm that has me seeing stars.
I’m lost in a haze of euphoria, my world narrowed down to the points where his skin meets mine. The way his stubble scrapes deliciously against my inner thighs. The heat of his breath ghosting over my sensitive skin.
My body tenses, every muscle pulled taut. And then, with one final curl of his fingers, one last flick of his tongue, I come undone. Waves of ecstasy crash over me, my cries echoing off the walls as I reach my climax.
Callan works me through it, his movements slowing but not ceasing, drawing out my pleasure until I’m weary and spent.
I’ve barely come down from the high when he looks up at me, his blue eyes resembling a storm, wild and untamed. “Still not enough.”
Lucky for him, I’m nowhere near done with him, either.
He climbs onto the bed beside me, his hands finding theirway across my body with a teasing precision, his fingers dancing along every spot that makes me twitch and squirm. A soft laugh slips out as I try to pull away, but he’s relentless.
“Please,” I whisper, knowing exactly what’s coming next.
He smirks, moving his hand between us as he fists his hard length, guiding it to my entrance. With one smooth thrust, he fills me completely.
Our bodies find a rhythm like they’ve always known each other, every stroke showering me in ecstasy.
“Christ, Bree. You’re incredible,” he groans. “The way you taste, how tight you are. So fucking perfect.”
He swells inside me, his pace quickening as he chases his release. His thrusts become more demanding, more urgent, and the anticipation inside me tightens, ready to snap.
“Come for me, love,” he murmurs.
His words push me over the edge, and I’m consumed by the most intense orgasm of my life. His gaze locks onto mine as he gives a final thrust, his body shuddering, muscles tensing. The warmth of his release spreads through me like a slow-burning fire. It’s primal, raw, and incredible. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
His movements still, but he doesn’t pull away, instead resting his forehead against mine. For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of our ragged breaths mingling in the space between us.
Slowly, he rolls to his back, pulling me with him as my head rests in the crook of his neck. He presses a tender kiss to my forehead, his strong arms holding me tight. I feel safe. Cherished.
“That was…” I trail off, searching for the right words, but none seem to do it justice.
“Mind-blowing? Earth-shattering? Life-changing?”
I laugh softly. “That’s one way to put it.”
He leans in, his lips brushing a tender kiss against my forehead, then my cheek, before finally claiming my lips in a slow, almost languid kiss. It’s a perfect balance after the heated frenzy.
“You know,” he murmurs, lips still hovering a whisper away from mine, “I think I might need another nightcap.”
Before I can even think, my teeth sink into the curve of his bottom lip. “Maybe you should ask nicely.”
A growl rumbles from his chest, his eyes darkening with that familiar hunger. “Please,” he begs. “May I have another?”
I drag my fingers down the firm lines of his torso, savoring the heat of his skin beneath my touch, letting the tension hang between us for just a moment longer. “Well, since you asked so nicely…”
The shift happens so quickly, I barely have time to register it before I’m straddling him, his hands gripping my waist with a possessive urgency. My breath catches as I lean down, capturing his lips in a kiss that burns with the promise ofmore. He’s already hard again beneath me, and I lift myself just enough to sink down onto him slowly, relishing the delicious stretch as he fills me inch by glorious inch.
He throws his head back against the pillows, a low groan escaping as arousal ripples through him. His face is a study in tortured pleasure with his eyes squeezed shut, jaw clenched, lips parted in a silent plea for more.
His eyes flutter open and find mine. “Fucking hell, Bree. You’re so beautiful like this.”
The rhythm builds naturally, our bodies moving in sync. There’s no rush this time. I revel in every long stroke as he watches me with an intensity that has me close to the edge once again.
