He crawls back onto the bed, settling between my legs once more. “Every night since we met, I’ve jerked off thinking about fucking you.”
“Then why don’t you find out if the real thing’s as good as you imagined?”
“Gladly.”
I expect him to immediately thrust inside. Instead, he just teases me with his tip. I circle my hips, bracing to feel him push into me.
When he does, we both release a collective sigh. He’s not harsh or forceful, easing inside inch by incredible inch, letting me get used to his size until he’s fully seated.
“Fuck, Parker,” he exhales, taking a moment to savor this amazing sensation. Then he covers my mouth, kissing me like I’m oxygen and he’s struggling to breathe. “I could stay here forever. You’re so soft.” He pushes a tendril of hair out of my face. “So goddamn perfect.”
“Please,” I beg, desperate to feel some sort of friction. I wrap my legs around him.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Need it.”
He brushes a kiss to my lips. “I’ll always give you everything you need, Ms. Holley.”
He straightens, forcing me to release the hold my legs have on him. Then he slams into me, causing me to cry out.
“Like that?” he grunts, face scrunched tight with barely contained need. “Is that how you want it?”
I squeeze my eyes shut, overwhelmed with the things Callum makes me feel. “Yes.”
He slowly retreats before thrusting into me once more, lingering for several moments, then pulling back again. This time when he drives into me, he doesn’t pause. Doesn’t stop. Just continues his relentless assault.
He covers my body with his, grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head. His mouth consumes me, the gentleness in the way his tongue slides against mine at complete odds with how roughly he pistons into me.
I wrap my legs back around his waist and he tears out of the kiss, struggling to catch his breath.
“I’m not going to last much longer,” he confesses, the tension in his expression making it clear he’s barely holding on.
“It’s okay. Let go.”
He shakes his head. “Not before I get one more out of you.” He straightens, eyes locked on mine as he drags his tongue along his thumb. Then he presses it against my clit.
“Callum,” I moan, the sensation of his thumb on my clit and his cock moving inside me almost too much. “I don’t think I can.”
“You can. And you will. Stop thinking and just feel, Parker. Feel me.”
“Oh, god,” I whimper, climbing even higher.
“That’s right. That’s my girl.”
I’m not sure if it’s the way he moves inside me. Or how he leans forward and nibbles on my neck. Or hearing him call me his girl that does it. But in that moment, I lose all control, another orgasm ravaging through me, this one even more intense than the previous.
“Thank fuck,” Callum grunts, hooking a leg over his shoulder as he increases his rhythm.
His drives are relentless, each one prolonging my bliss even more until he stills, jerking through his own release before collapsing on top of me.
Neither one of us moves for several moments as we both struggle to catch our breath. I trail my fingers up and down his spine, savoring in the warmth of his sweat-dotted flesh.
“So what’syourverdict?” I ask after a while.
He pulls back, dark eyes meeting mine. “What’s that?”
I thread my fingers through his hair. “Was it like you imagined when jerking off all those lonely nights?”
