I slide my tongue over her again, and the soft moan that leaves her eggs me on, so I do it again. Over and over until she’s writhing beneath me, and fucking hell, I missed this. I missed watching her come undone. I missed teasing her. I missed lazy mornings like this. And I fucking missed bringing her so much goddamn pleasure. She’s given me so much of it by just being her, and returning it has always been my favorite thing to do. I’m glad I get to again.
When I suck her clit between my lips, she bucks off the bed, and I know I’ve got her right where I want her. My face is a mess as she pushes her hips toward me, seeking more, and I give it to her, grinding my own hips down in an attempt to relieve the throbbing between my legs. My cock is aching, and I’m dying to fist it and get just as close to an orgasm as she is, but I want this moment to be about her. She practically fucks my tongue as I hold it steady, letting her take whatever she needs.
“Oh god,” she cries out. “I’m so, so close…”
Me too, and I haven’t even touched myself yet. I fear if I don’t do something about it soon, my day will consist of doing laundry instead of getting quality time with her.
She whimpers when I pull away, and for once, I agree with her annoyance.
“I didn’t intend for this to lead to more,” I tell her, reaching out and dragging a single finger through her wetness because Ihaveto touch her. “I just wanted a little taste, but I need to be inside you. Can I do that? Can I fuck you until you’re begging for mercy?”
“God, yes,” she practically begs. “Please. Please fuck me.”
“Then roll over and put your ass in the air, Clover. I want to see all of you while you ride my cock.”
It’s a mad scramble as we get into position, nothing coordinated or pretty about it, but I don’t care. That’s just life, and it wouldn’t matter anyway. Not with her.
Once in position, I push the shirt up—an old one from when I played for Chicago—and I want to cry at the sight laid out before me.
“Christ, Clover.” I run my hand over her bare ass. “You’re gorgeous. I love your dimples, you know that? This one right here.” I bend down and poke my tongue into it. “It’s my favorite. And this one”—I kiss another—“this one is my second.”
She hums happily, wiggling back against me, and I get the idea to kiss her in a place I haven’t in far, far too long. I pull her cheeks apart, then slide my tongue over the tight ring I’ve worshipped many times before.
“Fuuuuuck.” She lets out a long, satisfied groan, and I push against her hole with the tip of my tongue. “Holy hell, Callum. You have to stop.”
“Or what?” I ask, then do it again.
“I’m going to come.”
“Isn’t that the goal?”
Another low moan. “Yes, but I want you inside me when I do it.”
She doesn’t have to tell me again. I abandon her tiny hole, vowing to myself to come back to it later and give it proper attention, then I push my boxer briefs down and press my cock to her other opening.
“Yes,” she whispers as I slide inside slowly. “Yes, just like that.”
I pull out, then push in again, just as languidly as the first time. I don’t do it to torment her. I do it because if I don’t,I’mgoing to come, and this will all be over far too soon. I keep a steady pace as I rock into her, my movements soft and precise. Nothing too fast or wild, even though I’m quite literally shaking as I hold myself back. Chloe notices.
“Please,” she says. “Just do it. Fuck me like you want to, Callum. I don’t care if it’s over too soon. We’ll just do it again. I need to come, so I need you to move faster, harder. I just need you.Allof you.”
Who am I to tell her no? This time, when I slide my cock out, I slam it back in, and she lets out a string of undiscernible words as I find a new rhythm, one that satisfies us both. When I know I’m only moments away from blowing my load, I press my thumb against the tight hole I wish I had more time with, and that’s all it takes.
Her pussy constricts around me, squeezing me so fucking tight I swear I see stars, and I’m spilling into her before I even realize it’s happening. I keep thrusting, eking out every ounce of her orgasm that I can, and she takes it all, letting me get my fill, even though she’s barely holding herself up at this point.
When I’m certain I’ve wrung every last drop out of both of us, I pull out and collapse next to her. She grunts as she falls beside me, her hair a mess from having her face pressed against the mattress, and there’s a small smile playing on her lips.
“Well, good morning to us.”
I laugh, then tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. “Yeah, I’d say.” I let out a yawn, the road trip, the long night, and this morning catching up with me. “What are you doing the rest of the day? Do you need to write?”
She shakes her head. “No. Much to my bank account’s chagrin, I’m between assignments.”
Her bank account? But she should?—
“Hey!” She shoots up, and I follow along with her, her excitement palpable, though I have no idea where this is going. “Since you’re off today and I am too, I have an idea.”
“Yeah, and what is that?”
