He wrapped his fingers around her ankles and eased her legs apart, slowly easing his body between them. His hand skimmed down the length of one leg to the hollow at her groin where he pressed a hot wet kiss before stroking back down her thigh, her calf, until he held her foot in his hand. He bent her knee and hooked her foot around his waist before doing the same to her again on the other side.
This time when he pressed his lips to her skin she thought she’d fly off the bed. Energy coiled in a tight knot at the apex of her thighs, begging for his touch, but still he held himself carefully away from her. She reached for the scrap of lace that lay between her and the freedom his touch promised but Josh grabbed her hands, holding them down at her sides.
“Not yet,” he murmured. “They’re the only thing keeping me under control right now.”
“But what if I don’t want control. What if I want you. Now.”
Callie lifted her hips in supplication, driven by a longing desperate to be assuaged.
“Like this?” he taunted as he leaned forward, and lowered his hips to hers.
Through her panties she felt the hot, hard length of him. She squirmed against him, locking her ankles together so he couldn’t immediately pull away, and relished the pressure of his hardness against her yearning flesh.
“Oh, yes,” she sighed.
“Soon. But first…”
Josh kept a firm hold on her hands as he lowered his chest to hers. She felt the solid heat of his body before he allowed himself to brush the tips of her breasts. She fought against his hold. She wanted to wrap her arms around him, to hold him to her, length for length, to absorb his heat, his desire. She strained upwards, her head tilting back, exposing the curve of her throat and he trailed hot sucking kisses along her skin, along the line of her collarbone and, finally, drawing each nipple in turn into his mouth, rolling its hardness with his tongue.
Jolts of electricity pulsed through her with each pull of his mouth. Damn, she was close. She’d never been so close without direct stimulation before. Callie flexed her hips, desperate to reach the pinnacle that loomed just on the horizon, but instead moaned in protest as Josh slowed his assault on her senses and began to work his way back down her body.
Finally, he let go her hands, replacing his hold on her hips instead, tilting her pelvis up. Callie let her legs drop from his waist and fall open. Her hands now gripping his shoulders as he covered her mound with his mouth, blowing hot air through her panties and against her most sensitive place, and just about launching her into orbit at the same time.
It didn’t matter what he did, where he touched, she ignited. Every particle in her body attuned to his actions, every sense in synch with his touch. Her mind focussed only on him.
He tugged at her panties, finally pulling them down off her body. Then, painstakingly slowly he took off her sandals, pressing kisses against her instep as he released each foot.
Callie never knew she had so many erogenous zones. One touch, one caress, was all it took and she was burning up. Rendered incapable of any thought other than what came next.
Vaguely, she became aware of Josh grabbing his trousers from the floor, extracting a square packet, before ripping it open and sheathing himself. Then he was back between her legs, his hair tickling her inner thighs as he bent to intimately kiss her. Soft at first, then stronger, punctuated by sweeps of his tongue swirling over the hypersensitive bundle of nerve endings at her core. When he closed his mouth around her protruding bud, and suckled, she swept over the edge of reason and into a wild conflagration—spiralling over and over as paroxysms of pleasure shook her body.
She’d barely begun to regain her senses when she felt the hard nub of his erection at her entrance. She opened for him, welcoming him into her body—into her very soul.
Aftershocks of satisfaction from her orgasm soon built into something stronger as he stroked his length in and out, grinding against her, watching her face as she changed from sated satisfaction to hunger all over again.
This time he built her up more quickly than before. The direct pressure of his body, his long deep strokes, culminating in waves of spreading fulfilment that swelled through her again and again. Every muscle in her body tightened, and she held him to her, pulling him deeper, until she lost complete track of where she ended and he began. And then, when she knew she could hold back the tide no longer, she felt the power surge through him as he climaxed. A raw growl of completion ripped from his throat as he pumped against her over and over, sending her into the true oblivion of sybaritic bliss.
Callie stirred, noting immediately the tightening of Josh’s arms around her as they lay sprawled together in abandon across the bed. The sun was lower now, and she could see streaks of purple and rich apricot across the sky through the window.