He huffs a laugh. “Good. I want you to feel me every time you sit down. I’m gonna give you a leaving gift to remember.”
He pushes in deeper. I clench my fists around the cushion as the pinch burns, but sets my core on fire.
Moans escape my lips, and he grunts as he thrusts into me more, filling me up to the hilt. My legs vibrate. His palm glides up and down my spine, soothing me.
“That feels so fucking good,” he growls, then digs his fingers into my fleshy hips. “Are you all right? You’re doing so good, baby.”
I hum into the pillow. Having him inside me so tight like this is pain and pleasure rolled into one.
He pulls out slowly, then back in again. “Fuuuck, Steph. I wish you could see what I see.”
“What is it?” I pant, resting my head against the cushion.
“My dick filling up your tight ass. I’m gonna fucking explode any minute.”
“Don’t come yet. I want both holes filled. I want all of you inside me.” My head may explode along with his dick as the euphoric pressure builds again.
His fingers find my slick folds and work their way into me. “Like this, baby? You like it like this?”
“Hmm.” I can’t speak, only moans and pants leave my lips as he pumps both entrances. Everything is tighter. A gratifying stretch as he fills me with love, working me into another frenzy. My hands grip the cushion in front of my face as Callum’s pace picks up, and his balls smack against my arse with every thrust.
He leans over and fists my curls, forcing my head back slightly as he comes with a low guttural growl, pulling taut on my hair, and my walls pulsate around his fingers. “That’s it. You did so good, baby, taking all of me like that.”
His rhythm slows. The grip on my hair loosens, allowing my head to drop forward onto the pillow.
He leans over, planting soft kisses along my back before pulling out of me, leaving my body limp and shaking. “Don't move. I’ll clean you up.”
I can’t move, even if I wanted to. I'm breathless, boneless. The waves are still lapping around my toes. I’ve never experienced anything like that before, only in my books.
Cal collects the wet cloth from the floor and wipes between my folds, then up between my cheeks. His soft lips press against my back and move down to the sting on my bottom.
I turn my head so I can see his glorious face. “I love you.”
His arms wrap around my waist, and he turns me over. My breasts smash against his chest, and he kisses my nose. “I love you.”
Pulling myself up, I perch on the arm of the sofa, not quite able to stand. His lips press against mine, and I giggle, turning my face to the side.
“What's wrong?”
“I know where that tongue’s been.”
He chuckles. “You liked it, though.”
The heat from my centre rises to my cheeks. “Yes. Do you want me to do that to you?”
He smirks.
“I want to be inside you, like you are me.”
“Maybe one day I'll let you.” He holds me tight against him. “Now give us a kiss.”
“Not until you wash your mouth out.”
He takes my face in his hands and slips his tongue between my lips. I can't help but kiss him back.
“How long do you have?”
“However long you want me.”