When she’s licked them clean, I lower my face to the side of her right breast to catch the pie filling that’s threatening to drip onto the sheets. I lap up the sweet goo, dragging my tongue up the side of her breast and onto her nipple, which hardens into a tight peak.
“Fuck, Wes, that feels so good.” She bucks her hips against me, and I let myself press my cock against the inside of her thigh. I have to stop for a second and take a few deep breaths.
Making her feel good is my main purpose in life, today and every day. It’s been a week since we got rid of her scumbag husband, and every moment with Callie has been bliss. We’ve spent a lot of it here, in my bed, so there’s that.
I move to her other breast, taking her nipple in my mouth and teasing it with my tongue.
Callie is perfect for me, and I’d like to think I’m perfect for her. She accepts me exactly as I am. I know that’s not easy to do, and most women wouldn’t even try.
As I suck her nipple, I slowly slide a hand down her abdomen until I get to the center of her and drag a finger up her slick slit. She’s so fucking wet and ready for me, it’s all I can do to not bury my cock in her right now.
“Wesley, fuck, I love you so much.”
And as I smile with my mouth still locked on her tit, I continue stroking her pussy with one finger, ever so gently, while rubbing her clit with my thumb. I could do this all day long. I would, but she insists we eat regularly, and Noah badgers me to keep researching his target list.
It’s going to be harder to make sure both my brother and Callie are protected. But I’m up for it. I was made for it. Made forher.
I add a second finger and push both insideher, pulsing them slowly until I find the spot that makes Callie gasp and moan even louder.
Her chest is perfectly clean, so I lift my lips to her mouth, kissing her pleas away when I remove my fingers from inside her. I lick her juices off my fingers and groan at the taste of her.
“Fuck, Calliope, you taste so good.”
“You’re such a tease,” she whines, pulling her hands against the restraints and lifting her legs up to pull my hips down against her. “One day I’m going to tie you up and see how you feel.”
“That sounds hot as fuck.” My cock twitches and grows impossibly harder at the idea. “But for now, I’m in control.”
I drag my cock over her entrance, and we moan simultaneously. She’s too damn delicious, too tempting, too willing to let me do whatever I want to her. I can’t get enough.
I lower myself down, and Callie locks her ankles together behind my back, pulling me close so that the tip of my cock notches into her.
“Oh my god, Wes.” She moans so loudly I wonder if the animals are getting worried.
I push in further, barely able to form coherent thoughts, let alone voice them. All I can think about is how she feels. How I feel inside of her. We are the perfect fit. She can take all of me, every fucking inch, and the anticipation of it is delicious.
“You’re so tight, Calliope.”
“Stop messing around and fuck me before I die right here on your bed. And I don’t want to die in zip ties, so you better do it.”
I chuckle and push all the way in, so deep I might just get lost in her.
And I do what she tells me to, pulling out, then slidingback in slowly, the friction feeding the fire between us, then pausing when I bottom out. I do it again and lean down to give her a wet, sloppy kiss, and with the third thrust, she starts bucking against me, whimpering my name.
“Faster, harder, more, Wes,” she says, arching her back.
I do as I’m told and slam into her again and again until she cries out. I feed into her orgasm, pumping against her, milking every last wave of pleasure. And only when she’s almost done do I let myself come, filling her up until we’re both finished.
“That was amazing,” she whispers in my ear.
I lift my body so I don’t crush her, but can’t bring myself to slide out just yet. Inside her body is where I belong. Protecting her, loving her.
And if I stay here long enough, I’ll get hard again.
“You are amazing, Calliope.”
“Mmmm.” Her body is relaxed and limp beneath me, her smile soft as she stares up. I fucking love this woman. I lean down and trail kisses from the edge of her jaw into the crook of her neck and then nip at her breast, which is slightly sticky from the apple pie filling.
“The pie was a bit messy,” I note after running my tongue in a circle around her nipple.
