“Good girl.”
A shiver rushes through me, a visceral reaction to hearing him call me his good girl. I doubt I’ll ever tire of hearing that.
Although this very well could be the last time I ever do.
Callum secures the fabric around my head, and my world immediately goes dark, heightening the rest of my senses.
The sound of my racing heart as I stand completely exposed, unsure what to expect.
The smell of him as he circles me, as if I’m a sculpture and he a discerning critic.
The feel of him as he runs a lithe finger down my jawline, causing my teeth to chatter.
Then the taste of him as his lips cover mine, his tongue tempting. Demanding. Captivating.
With a hand on my hip, he guides me toward the bed and lowers me onto it. His facial hair scrapes on my skin as he moves down my body, wrapping his mouth around a nipple.
I arch my back and thread my fingers through his hair, encouraging him to keep going. And that’s precisely what he does. He worships one nipple. Then the other. Then travels down my stomach, kissing every inch of me until he settles between my thighs.
I lift my hips, expecting for him to take off my panties.
“No. I want you like this.”
“Like what?”
He presses a hand to my stomach, gluing me to the mattress, limiting my movement. “Like this.”
He covers my panties with his mouth, eliciting a noiseless gasp from my throat. This is torture. Not only is he restricting my movements, but there’s a barrier between us when I’d give anything to feel his lips on me.
As if sensing my need, he slips a finger under my panties, spreading my slickness around. But he still keeps my underwear in place as he presses his mouth back against me.
“I can feel how wet you are through your panties, Parker. How desperate you are for me.”
“I am,” I moan. “I need your tongue on me, Callum. Please.”
“No. I want you to come in your panties.” He slides a finger inside me, exploring and stretching. “Need a souvenir to take with me.”
If feeling him thrust a finger inside as he returns his mouth to me isn’t enough, knowing he plans to take my panties with him sends a rush of excitement through me. If he wants these as a souvenir, who am I to disappoint?
“God, I love this cunt,” he rasps, increasing his ministrations as he eases yet another finger inside. “Love how tight you are. Love how fucking delicious you are.”
“Callum,” I whimper, the combination of his words and fingers propelling me higher.
“Let go, Parker. I need you to come for me.”
“Your tongue. Need it on my clit.”
I can feel his smile without seeing it. “And I’ll always give you what you need.” He slides my panties to the side and drags his tongue along my clit before sucking it into his mouth.
“Fuck. That’s it.”
I try to circle my hips, but his hand on my stomach still limits my motions, leaving me completely at his mercy.
He sucks harder. Finger fucks me faster. Nibbles on my clit a little more.
My breathing increases, my insides burning as I fight against my release, wanting to prolong this. But it’s impossible with someone as talented as Callum. Soon, I’m crying out his name as my body convulses. Even when he slips my panties over me and covers them with his mouth, it’s still an incredible sensation, the warmth against the material extending my bliss.
Once my aftershocks have finally subsided, he lifts my hips and slides my panties down my legs. I hear some rustling in the room, then feel the bed dip.
