I move my lips from the polar bear to the tattoo on his other thigh, this one an abstract sort of design. I never quite understood what it’s supposed to be, but it doesn’t make it any less beautiful.
“I’m not sure I can handle this,” he says through clenched teeth, and I look up to find his shirt pulled up and balled into his fist as he stares down at me. It’s almost like he’s barely hanging on when I haven’t even started.
I smirk. “I’m just kissing you. Getting reacquainted with old friends, that’s all.”
His eyes narrow. “You’re being a tease is what you’re doing, Clover.”
“Me? I would never.”
But I would, and I am. Seeing him come undone like this…it’s worth it, even though I’m just as needy for this as he is. When I kiss his tattoos again, he growls in frustration, and I grin.
“Chloe…”
It feels like a warning, or maybe a promise of retaliation later, but either way, it’s enough to spur me on, and I finally drag my tongue over his length.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispers as I let just the tip of him rest against my lips. “Shit. Do that again.Please.”
I do, but only becauseIwant to. With Callum being my first everything, it took me a while to work up the courage to do this. But once I felt his heavy cock in my mouth, I knew I’d never grow tired of it, and every chance I got to suck him, I took it.
Which is what I do right now—I take him to the back of my throat, pulling him deep until I can’t anymore, and my eyes water as I try to breathe. I back off once I can’t take it anymore, running my tongue around the head of his hard length, and I do it again. I keep it up, alternating between sucking him deep and just teasing the head, my nails dragging along his thighs in light touches.
He groans, his knuckles turning white as he watches me, holding himself back from doing what I know he wants to. I discovered early on that not only did I enjoy sucking his cock, but I loved it even more when he took control and showed me what he wanted.
It’s exactly what I’m after right now. I grab his hand, moving it to the top of my head, and I wait.Eagerly.Right away, Callum knows what I want.
“Are you sure?”
I nod around him, sliding my hands up his thick thighs and grabbing on to him to keep me steady.
“Jesus, Clover,” he says, trailing his finger down until he’s cupping my jaw. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now? With my cock sitting in your mouth, waiting for me? Fuck, you’re drooling. Did you know that?” He swipes at my chin. “So fucking stunning.”
Even though I’m fully dressed and sitting on my knees in a small bedroom that’s packed with all my favorite things, Ifeelbeautiful right now. More than I have in a long time. And it’s purely because of the way Callum is looking at me, like he’s never seen a prettier sight.
“Are you ready? Because I don’t think I can hold back.”
I nod again, and it’s the only warning I have before he surges to the back of my throat, filling my mouth with him entirely. He stays there, unmoving. I try to swallow, but it’s nearly impossible to do.
I love it.
“Holy shit,” he murmurs. “Again.”
I heed his request, and he inhales sharply. Then he finally moves, pulling out just enough that I can catch my breath before pounding back in. It’s bordering on being uncomfortable, and my jaw is already hurting, but I chalk that up to not doing it in so long.
The ache between my legs? That’s all right now, this moment, where my husband is using my mouth for his own pleasure. Callum’s hold tightens on my hair to the point of it being painful, but I don’t want him to stop. I’ve dreamed about this so many times since I’ve been gone, and I’m not about to interrupt it now.
His movements grow jerkier and more chaotic as we go on, and I take it all, savoring every moment of it. When the throbbing between my legs gets to be too much, I have no choice but to relieve it. I slip my hand into the leggings I threw on before coming over, sighing when my fingers collide with my clit.
“Yes, Clover. That’s it. Play with yourself while I fuck your mouth.”
I moan around him, and it prompts him to pump into me harder and faster. I move my fingers right along with him, and I’m hoping he’s getting close, because I am, and I’m not sure how much longer I can last.
“Do you want to come?” he asks.
I nod the best I can as he slides into me again.
“Don’t. I want your first orgasm of the night, you hear me?” Another rough thrust. “I want to feel that sweet cunt of yours squeezing me when you come.”
When his thigh tenses under my hand, I know he’s close. I look up at him, my mouth tired and my knees burning from the carpet. I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re bruised tomorrow, but I don’t care.
