“Come on, baby,” he urges me before fluttering his tongue against me hard.
I come in a glorious explosion just as the first rocket explodes outside, lighting up my window in a red glow. Woolf continues to lick at me, growling his approval over the way I continue to buck against him in pleasure.
Finally, he rears up and starts tearing at his belt and fly. When his cock is free from his jeans just barely pushed down past his hips, he hastily grabs at my underwear and pulls them down my legs. He’s moving like a man on a mission, and he’s not going to be deterred.
Not that I would deter him.
“Hurry,” I even whisper at him and his eyes fire hot at me. He falls forward, braces one hand on the mattress, and I hike my legs up, spreading them wide with my sundress bunched all around my waist. With his free hand guiding, Woolf pushes his cock deep into me and with every inch that he covers, a long groan tears free from deep in his chest, until he’s fully seated inside me. His eyes close and he bites down on his bottom lip as he drops the other hand to the mattress.
He stays just absolutely still inside of me, seeming to fight for some type of restraint.
I hold my breath as I watch him, fascinated and amazed at this man who always seems to be so in control, looking like he’s on the verge of losing it. He feels so good inside of me. I’m utterly full and truly possessed by him.
When his eyes open, they pin me in place with a caring tenderness I had not expected after the frenzy of lust that caused him to make me come and drive deep within me in probably less than three minutes.
“God, I missed this,” Woolf murmurs as he gives a hesitant rotation of his hips against me.
I moan as he rocks against me, squeezing my legs in tight against his hips. “Me too.”
He lowers himself onto me, elbows now supporting his weight on the mattress. He pumps his hips leisurely, and the sensation is exquisite. Woolf drops his face and presses his lips against my neck. “Mmmmmm,” he moans against my skin.
After a few more thrusts, he goes still again and raises his head to look down at me. “Christ, Callie… I want to draw this out but I’m having a hard time here, baby.”
I give a squeeze of my inner muscles, feeling them press in all around on his huge cock inside me. He groans and huffs out a breath of frustration.
“Just fuck me, Woolf,” I say as my hands come to circle around his head. I draw him down because I need his mouth on mine. Just before our lips touch, I tell him, “Fuck me good and hard, okay?”
Our eyes touch first and he smiles at me. “Okay.”
And then he fucks me hard.
The rockets explode and boom outside my window, my headboard bangs against the wall, and I can’t help the cries that come out of my mouth, which are thankfully muffled by Woolf kissing me the entire time he pounds me down into the mattress. He unleashes four days of pent-up passion and lust onto me, and I love every single fucking minute of it.
Within moments, I’m orgasming again with such force, tears leak out of my eyes, graze my temples, and tickle at my ears. And still Woolf thrusts into me hard and fast, our bodies coming together so perfectly, I wonder how in the world I could ever give this up.
Woolf lifts his mouth from my lips, slams into me deep one last time, and drops his forehead down until it’s resting against mine. He grinds his pelvis against me as he starts to come. “Oh, fuck. Callie… just fuck, fuck… that feels good.”
He pulls out, slams back in again, and his body shudders. “Still coming… goddamn, baby.”
His curses are like porn for the ears, knowing that my body has drawn out this normally quiet man in his fucking.
My hands come to his shoulders and I pet at him through the plaid shirt he’s still wearing. I feel his body trembling, releasing all the frustration over what’s been going on with us.
With one last grind of his hips against me, he finally lifts his face up and looks down at me. His forehead is covered in a light sheen of sweat and his breathing is erratic. My own heart is still racing, and I love the feel of him still quite full and heavy inside of me.
“You okay?” he pants.
I nod with a smile. “You?”
He grins at me. “More than okay.”
Woolf rolls off me, taking me with him. He comes to rest on his side with me pressed up against him. I can feel him start to soften but he makes no move to pull out, instead preferring to just let nature take its course.
After a few moments of silence, Woolf brushes his lips over my forehead and says, “Let’s get some of your stuff packed up. You can come stay with me at my house until things cool down and we figure it all out.”
I jerk out of Woolf’s hold which causes his dick to slide free of my body and lean up on my elbow to look down at him. “What? No, I can’t do that.”
“You can and you fucking will,” he growls at me, coming up on his elbow too so we are nose to nose.
“Woolf… I promised my father I wouldn’t see you.”
“And you’ve broken that promise,” he points out as he looks downward at my pussy with his semen leaking out of me. To punctuate his point, he presses a hand to my mound and then slips a finger inside of me. “I’m not giving this up.”
First I groan, but then I push his hand away. I hastily pull my dress down, feeling self-conscious now, and give him a level look. “Woolf… I can’t be with you. While I hate it, and it’s not fair, there’s one thing my father is right about. This will kill his chances of reelection if it ever got out that I was seeing someone who owned a sex club.”
“Then we’ll see each other secretly,” he says quickly… hopefully. “I don’t know the why of it, but I fucking need you, Callie. I’ve gone crazy these past few days without you.”
Oh, geez. Those words… I think I’ve been waiting most of my life to hear that from Woolf Jennings. So many times I wanted this man. So many times he’s walked away from me. And now, here he is saying he needs me. My little girlie heart just flops over and yells, “Take me. I’m yours.”
But luckily, Callie’s big girl head is also in play. “So… what would we do? Just sneak around? Meet for a noon quickie at your office?”
“If that’s all I can get, then yes,” he says quickly. “You just tell me when and where. How long you have. I’ll make it work. You know I work fast,” he says with a grin.
My gaze lowers, and I pluck at the material of my dress while the fireworks continue to boom outside. “So, we’d just be meeting to hookup for sex?”
Woolf blinks at me, and I see the moment when he realizes that no girl wants to be considered just a quickie here and there. “No, that’s not all it would be.”
“What more could it be?” I ask him, trying not to sound too bitter. “Not like we could go out in public. Not like I can do a sleepover with you.”
Woolf mutters a curse and pushes up and off the bed. He tucks his cock back into his pants and buttons up the fly, relatching the belt. I roll off the opposite side and pull my dress down. I can feel wetness trickling down my leg, and it’s bothersome to me. Every bit of the sexiness has been sucked out of the room by our grim talk.
“Listen… you better go. The fireworks will be ending soon,” I tell him softly.
He walks up to me and cups my cheek. Leaning in, he gives me a quick kiss and looks at me with earnest eyes. “Will you try to meet me tomorrow? We can talk about this some more.”
“I’m not sure,” I say, and then nibble on my lower lip. This screams “bad idea”.