“Is this what you want?”
He caresses my breast with one hand as he eases the tip of his long, strong middle finger inside me.
I groan out something unintelligible, thrusting my hip out for more.
He pulls it back and smiles.
“You want it or not?” He moves over my slickness and I groan.
“Yes,” I gasp.
He pushes it into his mouth and tastes it, and then he pushes it back into my pussy. Already my orgasm is building as he rhythmically starts to finger me.
I undulate to his hand.
He tastes my mouth again, really possessively this time. I’m still not used to feeling this intensity during sex.
Now I get it, why people have heart attacks during sex. Maybe my lungs will just turn to stone because it sure as hell feels like it.
All my energy is gathering in a ball of fire at the core of my body, I don’t have the energy to breathe, much less speak. But I somehow manage to breathlessly say, “So . . . amazing . . .”
“How much do you want it?” He rubs his thumb over my clit, clenching his jaw as he pushes another finger inside me.
Our eyes meet, and a raw look crosses his features before he lifts his fingers and tastes me, softly, so softly.
“Oh god, that’s too hot.” I run my fingers over his jaw.
He strokes his hand down my bare thigh. “I really enjoy kissing you. All over,” he adds meaningfully.
He looks at my naked body for a whole minute then his hand cups my jaw. His eyes are a mixture of hunger, amusement, and tenderness. He leans over and kisses me, slipping his tongue into my mouth slowly this time, as if I’m irresistible. Meant to be savored.
He eases his hand between my legs to open me wider and parts me so he can taste my pussy.
“Ohhhhh,” I hear myself breathe as he licks his tongue slowly along the entrance of me.
His hand clenches my thigh and squeezes, he groans as if he could get off on my taste alone.
I gasp when he dips his tongue inside, deep, deeper . . . deepest. I groan and drag my bare feet up the back of his thighs.
I inhale sharply when he reaches up to massage my breasts, his eyes closed as he tastes me. I watch his face move between my legs and the sight is so hot I’m about to go off.
He starts kissing my sex lips again as he eases his thumb over my clit and starts rubbing in delicious circles. I don’t know how to feel, how to react, my world is spinning a thousand miles a minute, there is nothing beneath me, nothing but my arms around his neck, clenching, and his hot mouth, and his expert hands.
I can hear my breathing in the dark, crazy fast, when he withdraws and strips down to his bare sexy bones. And muscles. Lots of muscles and perfection here.
“Who do you want here, Olivia?” he says as he spreads above me, his voice rough in the dark as he straightens.
He takes my hips and parts my legs wider open with a nudge of his knee. He leans over to tease his tongue over the tips of my breasts. I arch in agony and pleasure.
“You, Callan.” I’m trembling, gripping him to me.
He grabs his erection and teases the tip inside me. “Say it now.” He sounds so possessive, so determined to take it all.
A guttural sound leaves my throat as I lift my hips, desperate for him. “Callan.”
He pushes my hips down to pin me in place, then drives forward in one smooth, hard thrust.
“Callan,” I groan.
He groans too, laughs and sets his forehead on mine.
“Oh god, Callan,” I cry when he teases my clit with his thumb.
He’s intent and sober as he thrusts again and thrusts his tongue into my mouth, his body moving sinuously, lithe as a wildcat and muscular as a mustang.
“So right. So goddamned right.” He’s growling and thrusting now.
“Don’t stop,” I groan, breasts bouncing from the impact, head rolling to the side.
He catches my hands and places them above my head. He uses his thighs to spread mine farther open as he withdraws. I look at him, and he looks at me.
He drives back in. My eyes flutter shut before he shushes my name and makes me open them. Oh god. I’ve never loved a man’s cock the way I love his. It’s hard and thick and long and strong. It’s what joins me to him. It’s what enables him to take me the way I want to be taken. It’s what fills me, right now, with ALL OF HIM.
And I can’t get enough.
The muscles of his arms bulge as he laces his fingers through mine. Captive and unable to use my hands, tremors are already racing down my body.
I grip him with my sex, and my mouth, all I can use.
I drag my lips over his jaw, nipping the hard angle.
He looks so hot, I get even wetter, and it feels so good I’m already at the brink.
For a man who has everything, you’d never expect him to be this hungry for one girl. Much less for me.
But Callan is devouring me with his eyes, his hands, and his big, thick cock.
He sucks one nipple, then the other.
He tells me how beautiful I look, how perfect I feel. My body starts tightening in preparation for orgasm, and Callan pulls out, waits one thrilling, anticipatory heartbeat, then holds my arms over my head and plunges back in, deeper and harder.
I convulse as an orgasm rips through me.
“God, you’re a wet dream.” Callan’s gruff, admiring voice filters through as I thrash beneath him.
I want him here with me, and suddenly, with unnatural force, I push him to his back and impale myself down on him. He grips my hips and gnashes his teeth as I ride him. He pumps his hips faster, really fast now. His body jerks and a sound rumbles up his chest.
I hear his delicious groan and I come a little more, feeling his muscles flex and contract. He comes really hard, his cock jerking several times inside me. He rolls us over to the side and continues coming, drawing out the sensation, groaning when he’s done.
“Oh god,” I moan, clutching him, then laughing happily. “Oh god, that felt so amazing.”
He laughs softly in my hair before rolling to his back.
“It’s so intense with you. Is it always like this?”
He lifts his brows, his eyes gleaming. “You tell me.”
I stare at him, into his gorgeous copper eyes. He lifts his head and licks and suckles my nipples and my smile fades as desire starts up again. I clutch his head as it moves over my breast, the heat of his mouth arrowing to the tenderly aching spot between my legs. “You’re very sexy when you do things to me,” I admit.
Maybe it was the date or the constant days of sexual frustration that make it intense, I wonder. Or maybe it’s just intense. With him. I want to go again.
Well hello, nymphomaniac Livvy!
Hopefully sex maniac Callan won’t mind.
He pries free and heads to the giant marble bathroom to clean up, and I curl up on my side and watch the door. He exits the bathroom—all sweaty and naked—and our eyes meet.
I sit up when I notice him lift the sheets with the intention of slipping under the covers with me.
He leans over and takes my lips, leisurely, with no rush. “I really, really enjoy kissing you.” The husky murmur is whispered against my mouth.
“Am I sleeping here?” I’m wondering out loud whether I should get dressed to be taken home.
His arm slides possessively around my waist as his chuckle prickles through me.
“Not sure how much sleeping there will be. But I’m not going anywhere. Neither, for that matter, are you.”
It’s dark. The only sounds those of wet kissing and whispers. Raw and hoarse. I’m straddling him, his arms around me. One hand cupping my butt, his thumb caressing the fissure.
Breathing and panting as we keep kissing.
“This okay . . .?”
His voice is husky. I’m panting harder and harder. He turns his head and kisses the exposed upper swell of one of my breasts, squished against his chest. He licks it and groans and squeezes the flesh, easing his other hand deeper along my ass cheeks to caress my pussy from behind. My clit is squished against his cock. My nipple is absolutely hard and puckered and I feel relief—relief and an intensification of everything at the same time—as he lowers his mouth and sucks me. He sucks me lightly at first, and when I moan, a little harder.
“More than okay,” I say, rocking my hips to tease his hard cock, wanting it inside me.
He caresses my breast with one hand as he eases the tip of his long, strong middle finger inside me.
I groan out something unintelligible, thrusting my hip out for more.
He pulls it back and smiles.
“You want it or not?” He moves over my slickness and I groan.
“Yes,” I gasp.
He pushes it into his mouth and tastes it, and then he pushes it back into my pussy. Already my orgasm is building as he rhythmically starts to finger me.
I undulate to his hand.
He tastes my mouth again, really possessively this time. I’m still not used to feeling this intensity during sex.
Now I get it, why people have heart attacks during sex. Maybe my lungs will just turn to stone because it sure as hell feels like it.
All my energy is gathering in a ball of fire at the core of my body, I don’t have the energy to breathe, much less speak. But I somehow manage to breathlessly say, “So . . . amazing . . .”
“How much do you want it?” He rubs his thumb over my clit, clenching his jaw as he pushes another finger inside me.
Our eyes meet, and a raw look crosses his features before he lifts his fingers and tastes me, softly, so softly.
“Oh god, that’s too hot.” I run my fingers over his jaw.
He strokes his hand down my bare thigh. “I really enjoy kissing you. All over,” he adds meaningfully.
He looks at my naked body for a whole minute then his hand cups my jaw. His eyes are a mixture of hunger, amusement, and tenderness. He leans over and kisses me, slipping his tongue into my mouth slowly this time, as if I’m irresistible. Meant to be savored.
He eases his hand between my legs to open me wider and parts me so he can taste my pussy.
“Ohhhhh,” I hear myself breathe as he licks his tongue slowly along the entrance of me.
His hand clenches my thigh and squeezes, he groans as if he could get off on my taste alone.
I gasp when he dips his tongue inside, deep, deeper . . . deepest. I groan and drag my bare feet up the back of his thighs.
I inhale sharply when he reaches up to massage my breasts, his eyes closed as he tastes me. I watch his face move between my legs and the sight is so hot I’m about to go off.
He starts kissing my sex lips again as he eases his thumb over my clit and starts rubbing in delicious circles. I don’t know how to feel, how to react, my world is spinning a thousand miles a minute, there is nothing beneath me, nothing but my arms around his neck, clenching, and his hot mouth, and his expert hands.
I can hear my breathing in the dark, crazy fast, when he withdraws and strips down to his bare sexy bones. And muscles. Lots of muscles and perfection here.
“Who do you want here, Olivia?” he says as he spreads above me, his voice rough in the dark as he straightens.
He takes my hips and parts my legs wider open with a nudge of his knee. He leans over to tease his tongue over the tips of my breasts. I arch in agony and pleasure.
“You, Callan.” I’m trembling, gripping him to me.
He grabs his erection and teases the tip inside me. “Say it now.” He sounds so possessive, so determined to take it all.
A guttural sound leaves my throat as I lift my hips, desperate for him. “Callan.”
He pushes my hips down to pin me in place, then drives forward in one smooth, hard thrust.
“Callan,” I groan.
He groans too, laughs and sets his forehead on mine.
“Oh god, Callan,” I cry when he teases my clit with his thumb.
He’s intent and sober as he thrusts again and thrusts his tongue into my mouth, his body moving sinuously, lithe as a wildcat and muscular as a mustang.
“So right. So goddamned right.” He’s growling and thrusting now.
“Don’t stop,” I groan, breasts bouncing from the impact, head rolling to the side.
He catches my hands and places them above my head. He uses his thighs to spread mine farther open as he withdraws. I look at him, and he looks at me.
He drives back in. My eyes flutter shut before he shushes my name and makes me open them. Oh god. I’ve never loved a man’s cock the way I love his. It’s hard and thick and long and strong. It’s what joins me to him. It’s what enables him to take me the way I want to be taken. It’s what fills me, right now, with ALL OF HIM.
And I can’t get enough.
The muscles of his arms bulge as he laces his fingers through mine. Captive and unable to use my hands, tremors are already racing down my body.
I grip him with my sex, and my mouth, all I can use.
I drag my lips over his jaw, nipping the hard angle.
He looks so hot, I get even wetter, and it feels so good I’m already at the brink.
For a man who has everything, you’d never expect him to be this hungry for one girl. Much less for me.
But Callan is devouring me with his eyes, his hands, and his big, thick cock.
He sucks one nipple, then the other.
He tells me how beautiful I look, how perfect I feel. My body starts tightening in preparation for orgasm, and Callan pulls out, waits one thrilling, anticipatory heartbeat, then holds my arms over my head and plunges back in, deeper and harder.
I convulse as an orgasm rips through me.
“God, you’re a wet dream.” Callan’s gruff, admiring voice filters through as I thrash beneath him.
I want him here with me, and suddenly, with unnatural force, I push him to his back and impale myself down on him. He grips my hips and gnashes his teeth as I ride him. He pumps his hips faster, really fast now. His body jerks and a sound rumbles up his chest.
I hear his delicious groan and I come a little more, feeling his muscles flex and contract. He comes really hard, his cock jerking several times inside me. He rolls us over to the side and continues coming, drawing out the sensation, groaning when he’s done.
“Oh god,” I moan, clutching him, then laughing happily. “Oh god, that felt so amazing.”
He laughs softly in my hair before rolling to his back.
“It’s so intense with you. Is it always like this?”
He lifts his brows, his eyes gleaming. “You tell me.”
I stare at him, into his gorgeous copper eyes. He lifts his head and licks and suckles my nipples and my smile fades as desire starts up again. I clutch his head as it moves over my breast, the heat of his mouth arrowing to the tenderly aching spot between my legs. “You’re very sexy when you do things to me,” I admit.
Maybe it was the date or the constant days of sexual frustration that make it intense, I wonder. Or maybe it’s just intense. With him. I want to go again.
Well hello, nymphomaniac Livvy!
Hopefully sex maniac Callan won’t mind.
He pries free and heads to the giant marble bathroom to clean up, and I curl up on my side and watch the door. He exits the bathroom—all sweaty and naked—and our eyes meet.
I sit up when I notice him lift the sheets with the intention of slipping under the covers with me.
He leans over and takes my lips, leisurely, with no rush. “I really, really enjoy kissing you.” The husky murmur is whispered against my mouth.
“Am I sleeping here?” I’m wondering out loud whether I should get dressed to be taken home.
His arm slides possessively around my waist as his chuckle prickles through me.
“Not sure how much sleeping there will be. But I’m not going anywhere. Neither, for that matter, are you.”
It’s dark. The only sounds those of wet kissing and whispers. Raw and hoarse. I’m straddling him, his arms around me. One hand cupping my butt, his thumb caressing the fissure.
Breathing and panting as we keep kissing.
“This okay . . .?”
His voice is husky. I’m panting harder and harder. He turns his head and kisses the exposed upper swell of one of my breasts, squished against his chest. He licks it and groans and squeezes the flesh, easing his other hand deeper along my ass cheeks to caress my pussy from behind. My clit is squished against his cock. My nipple is absolutely hard and puckered and I feel relief—relief and an intensification of everything at the same time—as he lowers his mouth and sucks me. He sucks me lightly at first, and when I moan, a little harder.
“More than okay,” I say, rocking my hips to tease his hard cock, wanting it inside me.
