“I need you,” I whimper again, unsure how much more of this torturous foreplay I can take before I lose all damn control.
All my life, I’ve done everything in my power to control everything.
But now I want to lose control.
Want to lose control with Callum.
He travels down my body, scraping his scruff against my stomach, the roughness invigorating.
Electrifying.
Combustible.
“And you’ll have me. But first…” He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my pajamas. I eagerly lift my hips off the bed in invitation. “I need to taste this pussy I’ve been desperate to bury my face in since I walked in on you talking about feeling my facial hair on your thighs.”
I can’t even pretend to be embarrassed about that now. Not when I’m on the brink of finally feeling his mouth on me.
“Can I do that?” He slides my pants down my legs and drops them onto the floor.
“God, yes,” I moan as he returns to me, pushing my thighs wide.
My heart pounds a staccato rhythm, making me all but certain it’s about to smash through the walls of my chest, anticipation coiling inside me. With a sinful stare, he leisurely licks his lips, the promise of feeling that tongue on me making me squirm.
And he knows it. Knows this is absolute torture.
But when he drags his tongue along my center, releasing all the tension inside me, it’s worth it. Because nothing has ever felt remotely close to this.
“So fucking delicious,” he groans, lapping at my clit as he teases my entrance with a finger. “So fucking wet.” He slides a finger inside, and I pulse against him, desperate for more. “So fucking greedy.”
When he adds another finger, stretching and massaging, sparks ignite deep in my core, my muscles tightening. I don’t want to come yet. Want this to last.
But it’s been so long since I’ve had a man between my thighs that I can’t control how fast I reach that peak.
Or maybe it’s because Callum seems to be able to play me like a skilled musician, knowing exactly what to say, how to touch me to make me sing.
“That’s it, baby,” he growls as I move against him, chasing that high. “Fuck my face. Rub your cunt all over me.”
He adds one more finger as he nibbles on my clit, and that’s all it takes for me to see stars, my body a slave to his expert touch.
“Callum!” I scream out, not even caring other guests may hear. That’s the least of my concerns right now. All I do care about is prolonging this incredible sensation as long as possible.
And as Callum continues lapping at me, he seems to want that, too.
“So what’s the verdict?” he asks as my tremors have started to subside, my vision no longer a kaleidoscope of stars.
“Verdict?” I pant.
“Yeah.” He treats me to a smile, my desire coating his lips. “Is the reality as good as the fantasy?”
I dig my fingers through his hair, forcing him up my body. “It’s infinitely better.” I slam my mouth against his, the taste of me on his tongue reigniting the flame that’s barely had a chance to extinguish.
“And you’re even more delicious than I’ve imagined.”
“You’ve imagined?”
“Every night, Parker.”
He slowly slides off me to stand, walking over to where he left his pants draped over the chair in the corner. Finding his wallet, he retrieves a condom before returning to me. When he pushes his shorts down his legs and his erection springs free, a thrill of anticipation spirals through me, which only increases when Callum rips open the packet and rolls the condom on his impressive length.
