“You’re good at that,” she breathes. Her hips shift, pressing against me, trying to ease the throbbing there.
“You taste good,” I reply and nudge the piercing in her navel with my nose, then place open-mouthed kisses down her lower stomach, over her pubis, and finally lick over her clit, down to her opening, and take as much of it as I can into my mouth, moving my head back and forth slowly, devouring her.
“Oh, my God,” she moans, pulling her knees back to give me more access to her. I groan against her and suck her lips into my mouth, and slowly fuck her with my tongue. I press my thumb on her clit, and she pushes up on her elbows, watching me. Her eyes are still glassy with sleep and lust, and she’s pulling on one of her nipples, which only makes my cock throb harder.
Jesus.
I want to fuck the hell out of her, just pound her into the mattress until she can’t remember her own name, but that’s not how this morning is going to go.
I reach up and slide my hand under hers, tweaking that nipple myself, and grin against her pussy as she lies back down with a long, satisfied groan.
I fucking love the way she sounds.
I move up and concentrate on her clit while pushing two fingers inside her, and watch in rapture as she pushes her hips against me and the orgasm gathers so tightly that she’s blind with it.
She lets go and calls out as it moves through her. The muscles in her core tighten like a vice around my fingers, and as she relaxes back against the bed once more, I kiss my way back up her gorgeous body and simply slide right inside her, making her gasp once again.
Her muscles ripple around me, making me sigh and tip my forehead against hers. She wraps her arms and legs around me. “Roll us over,” she whispers.
I immediately comply and suddenly she’s sitting on me, and she takes over, riding me in slow, deliberate strokes. She sits up straight, reaches behind her to cup my balls in her hand, and I swear to Christ my eyes cross as she grinds down on me and squeezes: her hand, her pussy, her thighs.
“Oh my God, Callie,” I growl and grip her hips tightly, and then take over, guiding her up and down.
“No fair,” she pouts, but then sighs as I lift my hips to meet hers. “Oh God, that’s deep.”
And yet, it never feels deep enough.
She braces her hands on my chest and surrenders to the ride, moving those hips in sync with mine, until we both come so hard I’m pretty sure the house has folded in around us.
She collapses on top of me, panting. My hands glide down her back to her ass, and we lie like this, me still seated deep inside her.
“God, I love you, Callie.”
She stills, and then jerks her head back to look at me with wide, tear-filled blue eyes.
“What’s wrong? That makes you sad?” I ask as I wrap my arms around her and hug her close, completely confused as to why she’s crying.
“No,” she replies and buries her face in my neck, clinging to me. “It’s just, I said it once before and you didn’t say it back.” She sniffs. “I thought I screwed up and made everything weird.”
“You mean when we made love that morning?” I ask, brushing her hair off her face. She nods and sniffs.
“I said it back,” I reply and turn us onto our sides so I can see her better. “I’ve been saying it, every day.”
She frowns, not understanding.
“When I hold your hand and squeeze?”
“You squeeze three times,” she says, nodding. “Your mom said it means something.”
“It means I love you,” I reply and kiss her forehead. “My dad used to do it to Mom and us kids because he wasn’t always good with the words.”
“I like it,” she says with a watery smile. “I like it a lot, actually. But I like the words too.”
“Ah, baby, I’m sorry. Callie, I’m so in love with you I can’t see straight.”
“I love you, too,” she whispers.
“I’m in love with all of our little things,” I say softly, wiping tears from her cheeks.
“They’re not so little,” she replies, and grins.
“I love the big things, too,” I say and simply stare into her eyes. She nods and yawns happily, cuddled up beside me.
“Can we do this all day?” she asks.
“What, have sex? I suppose, but I need to catch my breath, baby.”
She giggles. “No, stay in bed.”
“Most of the day, but we have dinner at Mama’s house tonight.”
She nods happily. “Okay.” She shifts her legs and grimaces. “I need a shower. I’m sticky.”
“Good idea.” I scoop her up and stalk into the bathroom, start the shower, and set her in the tub, climbing in after her. “I love your body.”
“I love your body,” she replies and grabs the soap, lathers up a wash cloth, and begins cleaning me up. “I love your chest and arms. The muscles are defined perfectly.” She glides her hands over me. “Your abs are perfect. Hard, but not airbrushed.”
I bark out a laugh, and then swallow thickly when she moves down to my semi-hard cock.
“And this is just… perfect for me. It fits,” she says simply.
“Fits where?” I ask.
“My mouth, my pussy, my hand.” She smiles up at me sweetly, then slips behind me. “And your ass makes my mouth water.”
“You’re welcome to bite my ass anytime.”
So she does, hard. I glance back at her, and she just smiles innocently while she washes my ass cheeks, then up my back, and finally I can’t take it anymore, I turn the tables on her, stealing the cloth from her and begin running it all over her body.
“You make me crazy,” I murmur. “Your breasts are the perfect size, and so responsive to my fingers and mouth.” At my words, they pucker, making me smile. “I love your firm body. Your height. Your strength.”
Her body is all soapy now, and she’s watching me with humor-filled eyes. “I love your pussy, baby. Sliding inside you is the closest I’ll ever get to heaven.”
I move out of the way of the water so she can rinse, and she reaches down and clenches my cock in her hand, immediately bringing me right back to attention.
“It seems you’ve caught your breath,” she says.
“This shower isn’t conducive to me fucking the hell out of you,” I growl, turning off the water and lead her to the vanity. I cage her in and kiss the hell out of her, then spin her around, bend her over and push inside her. “I love how tall you are,” I growl, my eyes closing as her warmth surrounds me.
She leans on the mirror and pushes back against me. “Fuck me hard,” she demands.
I slap her ass, on both sides, then grip her hair in my hand and pull.
Hard.
She gasps, but her face in the mirror is pure bliss.
“I’ve wanted to pull your hair like this since the first time I saw you,” I say, my voice rough. Her head is tilted up, exposing her long neck, and I lean forward to bite, then suck on it, making her moan. I know she loves it when I go for the neck.
She reaches down and rubs her clit vigorously, and quickly pushes back against me and comes spectacularly.
She squeezes me so hard, I can’t help but follow her over. I try not to rest my weight on her as I come, leaning my hands on the counter on either side of her.
“I’m sticky again,” she says with a grin.
“The first priority on our list is renovating this bathroom,” I say as I pass her a towel. “We need a better shower, and a bigger vanity. I think we almost broke that one.”
“We do?” she asks, one brow cocked.
“Yes. We.” I toss my towel on the floor and take her face in my hands, touching her gently now. “Stay here, with me.”
Her eyes widen. “For good?”
“For good.” I nod and smile, enormous butterflies suddenly trying to beat their way out of my gut. “I don’t want to sleep away from you. I want you to help me renovate this house. It’s your house, Callie. I didn’t know it when I bought it, but it is.”
“I love this house,” she whispers.
“I don’t want to ever be without you again,” I whisper. “I need you. Be with me.” I kiss her forehead. “Marry me.”