He takes off his shirt and trails my other hand down his chest.
“Every night I imagine you doing this. I imagine you touching me.”
Next, he pulls at his pants and underwear until he is fully naked in front of me. Then he leans down and takes my face in his hands.
Against my lips, he whispers, “Your mind is like a siren call to my body, just hearing you talk unravels me.”
He kisses me before laying me back on the bed.
“The taste of your skin, of your lips, of the river between your legs is what I want to have first thing in the morning and the last thing at night.”
He trails down until he is in the very spot he is talking about. Licking me from my opening to my clit he does so slowly, savoring me. Soaking his face, he dives in and devours my entire being. I pour everything that I am into his mouth as he laps up all of my pleasure.When I come undone under his urgent tongue, he slides two fingers in while moving back up.
“I think about being inside of you so often that I’ve mapped the feel of your pussy in my mind.”
He shifts his fingers like he knows exactly where to touch, like he knows where every sweet spot exists. Pulling them out and pushing them back in, he curls and turns until I’m squeezing around him. Until I’m orgasming again and forgetting every doubt.
“No matter how your body changes, the feel of you in my hands makes me ready to give everything up just to hold you there.”
He cups my ass, lifting me until I’m on my knees, and then he turns me around, placing me on all fours.
“Monty, I’ve surpassed the feeling of want with you and gone directly to need. Having you once isn’t enough. Ineedyou all of the time.” He kisses down my back, his tongue trailing the groove of my spine.
“You are the sexiest woman I have ever met in my entire life.”
Having previously discussed the lack of need for condoms, he slides right in. I throw my head back at the sensation of him filling me. He holds there, waiting for me to look at him.
“This,” he says, pulling out to the tip, “is because of you.” He slams back in so hard I shift up the bed.
“It’s hard because of you.” He does it again, this time grabbing on to my waist to keep me still.
“It needs you.” He’s fucking me in earnest now, his hands gripping me to the point of bruising while he pounds into me.
“Callahan, don’t stop.”
“I won’t stop until you feel how crazy you drive me, until you see yourself through my eyes.”
He pulls me up by my neck, lifting my whole body and bringing it down on his dick. The whole time, he repeats the wordsI need you. With every stroke, I feel those words. I feel how much he desires me. His touches are desperate, his kisses frantic as he shows me how much he craves being near me.
I grip him back, I hold so tight to his arms that my nails dig in. I want him to feel how much I need him too.
We keep fucking like that, frenzied, urgent, hungry. We don’t stop until I come two more times, and then he pours the last of what he has inside me.
When we collapse, he stays inside, slowly softening. We are so connected, I don’t know where he ends and I begin. I don’t know where I exist outside of him.
“I love you,” he says against my back.
“I love you, too,” I say, because how can I not? How can I deny him that truth when every part of me screams for him?
“I need you,” he says.
I don’t know what to do about the fact that I need him too.
So when he falls asleep, I leave. Because one day it might be him walking out that door, and I won’t survive it.
Chapter 26
Farrahcomesbackjustin time to sit with me for my fourth session, giving me an excuse not to have Callahan there. I don’t know how to face him after sneaking out in the middle of the night. I hate that I did it, but I can’t bring myself to regret it. Especially if it’s going to be the thing to save me from the hurt and pain that is sure to follow relying on him like this. All I know is that I have to figure out a way to pull back.
