A deep rumble leaves his lips as his eyes rake over my breasts in my satin bra. “Do you remember what happens?”
“Yes,” I pant.
“You want me to spank you, don't you?”
My walls clench at the thought. “Yes”
He chuckles. “Is that what you came for, Steph? A good spanking?”
“No, but if it will make you feel better, do it.” I lean in to kiss him.
He pulls back. “You’re gonna have to get yourself a vibrator when I'm gone if Justin’s not doing it for you. Or do you already have one?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Bend over, baby.” He pushes me over the arm of his black leather couch and spreads my legs. His fingers hook under the elastic and slide along my slit.
This is what I came for. I knew…I hoped this would happen, this intense ecstatic euphoric high, raw, animalistic passion that only Cal can conjure in me.
“So fucking sexy, Steph. So fucking sweet and soft.”
“Cal, I want you inside of me.” I pant.
“Your so fucking dirty, that's what I love about you, how you’re always desperate for my cock or my tongue or my hand. Tell me, Steph, how much you want me.” He grinds himself into my fleshy, plump skin.
“I want you, Cal. Please, I need you inside of me.”
“All in good time.” He yanks my knickers down and bites my bottom, sinking his teeth into my fleshy cheeks. A jolt of ecstasy bolts through my core. He sucks and licks at the sting and spreads my cheeks. His tongue slides down between my arse, and I tense, squirming as he presses down on my back with the palm of his hand.
I turn my head to gaze into his hooded eyes as he focuses on my arse. “Callum. Not there.” I squeeze my cheeks together.
“You’re not still hung up about me seeing your arse, are you? I thought we were past all that.”
“We are. It’s not that.”
He teases a finger between my tensed cheeks. “Shh, baby. Let me take care of you.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and cringe as I blurt out, “I’ve been hot and sticky at work today.”
With a gruff voice, he says, “Even better. I like you sticky.”
“Cal, please.”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “Is that what you’re worried about?”
I nod and bury my face in a scatter cushion.
“Don’t move.” He disappears, leaving me bent over the arm of his sofa, with shaky legs. The light shines through his living room window, even through the grey blinds. It wouldn’t be so bad if it was evening, but knowing him, he’d insist on leaving the light on.
He returns with a warm wet tea-towel.
“What is it with you and tea-towels? Remind me never to eat or drink anything here.”
He chuckles before swiping between my cheeks.
I suck in a breath as he rubs the rosette there and the unfamiliar pressure sends a wave of pleasure through my core. "What are you doing?"
He huffs out a laugh. "I'm washing my salad before I toss it."