Chapter Twenty-One #2
Standing at the edge of the bed, I drank in every dip and valley of her delectable body. My heavy cock throbbed painfully, desperate to be sheathed in her tight heat.
Slowly, so slowly, I bent down to claim her mouth again before running my nose along her neck.
“You’re so fucking smart, Callie,” I whispered reverently, hovering over her naked body.
“So fucking beautiful. So fucking funny.” My hands explored her curves as I spoke.
“I can’t wait to be inside you, but first, I need to taste you. ”
I kissed a path down from her eager lips, pausing to tease her breasts, swirling my tongue around her hardened nipples. She squirmed beneath me, arching her back each time I nipped at her silky skin.
When I reached that sweet spot between her thighs, she tensed and uttered my name in a strangled gasp. I paused and glanced, noticing the worried crease in her brow. “What’s wrong, baby?”
She gnawed her lower lip, clearly struggling to get the words out. “It’s just...you don’t have to, you know...I’ve never...” She trailed off, cheeks flushing.
Understanding washed over me. I schooled my features, keeping my expression open and reassuring. “Callie, relax. Have you forgotten? I’ve already made you come all over my fingers.” I pressed a tender kiss to her inner thigh. “Just let me take care of you, okay?”
At her breathless nod, I parted her slick folds with my thumbs and lapped at her with broad, greedy strokes of my tongue. Callie whined, hips bucking as I focused my attention on her sensitive bud.
“Oh God...Emmett, please,” she mewled, fisting the sheets. “I need to come.”
She was exquisite, her face contorted in pleasure. I slid two fingers into her tight heat, curling them against that hidden spot, coaxing her higher with each thrust.
“Fuck! Emmett, I’m gonna...I’m gonna come!”
I pulled back to admire the sight, replacing my tongue with the pads of two fingers, drawing tight circles on her clit. She wailed out her climax, body bowing taut as her hot, wet release squirted all over the bed. It was the sexiest fucking thing I had ever seen in my life.
Chest heaving, her eyes flickered open, and she met my gaze with a blush.
“Don’t be embarrassed, baby.” I nuzzled her thigh with my cheek. “That was so fucking hot. I need to taste your come.”
She was still riding out the aftershocks of her orgasm when I returned my mouth to her pussy. I was overwhelmed by the rich, musky flavor of her arousal. It was addictive.
I greedily lapped up the remains of her release.
When she began canting her hips again, I renewed my mission to make her come, loving how responsive she was to my touch.
She quickly spiraled into another orgasm.
It stroked my ego to know I could get her off so easily—and I seemed to be the only one.
“Christ, you’re incredible.”
She tugged me into a kiss, tasting herself on my lips and tongue. I grunted into her mouth as she pistoned her hips, rubbing her slippery heat against my straining length.
“Need you inside me,” she panted, clutching a fistful of my hair. “Now, Emmett. Please.” Pulling her knees up, she used her toes to push my boxer briefs down my thighs until I was able to shimmy out of them.
I raised an impressed eyebrow. “Taking my underwear off with your toes should have been weird, but I found it insanely sexy.”
She grinned up at me, then her lips were on mine again. Her hands were in my hair, then running along my back. It was like she couldn’t decide where she wanted to touch me first—or like she was afraid I might disappear at any moment.
Reaching between us, I positioned myself at her entrance and dragged the tip of my cock through the wet folds of her pussy. I paused, pulling back to look into her eyes, searching for any hesitation. She looked at me with naked desire.
Still, I had to be certain.
“Are you sure about this, Callie? If I fuck you right now, it changes everything. No going back after this, baby. You’re mine.”
Callie whimpered. “Yes, please, Emmett. I need you.”
Her plea sent another spike of arousal through me. I couldn’t deny her any longer. With one sharp thrust, I buried myself in her molten, clutching depths.
“Fuuuck, Cal, you feel so good.”
She cried out, her nails raking down my chest. I stilled for a moment, letting her acclimate to the stretch before pulling almost all the way out and snapping my hips again.
This wasn’t going to be slow and tender—we were both too far gone for that. I set a punishing pace, each thrust filling her to the hilt.
“Yes! Oh god, just like that!” Her cries of pleasure egged me on. I angled my hips, nailing her sweet spot with every stroke.
She worked a hand between our bodies, her fingers seeking her clit. But I batted her hand away, tsking in disapproval. “What do you think you’re doing, baby? Only I get to touch that pretty little pussy.”
She let out a desperate whine at my words, hips tilting up instinctively. “Emmett...please, I need to come.”
“I know you do, sweetheart,” I said, nipping at her pulse point. “And you will. But not until I say so. Your orgasms belong to me now.”
I pulled out of her drenched core, flipping her over onto her hands and knees. She squeaked at the sudden manhandling, but her back arched eagerly as I gripped her hips with bruising force.
“This gorgeous ass is mine,” I growled, giving one pale cheek a stinging slap that had her keening. “And this tight little cunt? All mine too.”
Callie could only whimper an agreement as I drove back into her with a brutal thrust. I fisted my hand in her hair, pulling her torso upright until her back was flush against my chest.
“You like it when I fuck you hard like this, don’t you, baby?” I whispered, my free hand snaking around to circle her throat. “Tell me how much you fucking love it.”
Rough cries and curses spilled from her lips as I reached my other hand around to rub her throbbing clit. She shattered in seconds, screaming my name.
I wasn’t far behind, her clenching walls providing the most explosive friction. “Oh, fuck. Yeess, squeeze my cock, baby.” I came hard and deep inside her with a hoarse shout, emptying every last drop.
We slumped onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs, utterly spent.
As I lay there, running soothing fingers through her hair, I knew that nothing would ever be the same between us again. And I was very, very okay with that.
I held her close as our breathing returned to normal, reveling in the feel of her soft curves pressed against me. She let out a contented sigh, and I kissed the top of her head.
“Fuck, Callie...that was incredible,” I said, my voice hoarse from exertion.
“Mmm. I could get used to this.”
“Good. I aim to have you screaming my name again in—” I made a show of consulting my non-existent watch, “twelve-to-eighteen hours when I’ve recovered.”
She turned her head and quirked an eyebrow. “Is that a promise, Mr. Price?”
My softening cock—still sheathed inside her—twitched with renewed interest. “Sure is, Miss Winters,” I said, pulling her in for a rough kiss.
As we broke apart, my cock slipped from her and our come mingled on the bedding beneath us. I chuckled. “I think I need to have Becks send up some clean sheets.”
Callie groaned out an “ohmygod” that had me laughing even harder.
“Come on, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up.” I lifted her from the bed and carried her to the bathroom, sitting her on the toilet.
“Pee, please,” I said.
She responded with a giggle and a shake of her head.
I turned on the shower and quickly found my phone in the pocket of my discarded pants to shoot off a text.
Moments later, we were both under the warm water of the spa-like shower. Slowly, sensually, we washed one another before drying off and falling into bed—the sheets crisp and clean, thanks to that text to Becks.
I hugged Callie close, content to finally have her in my arms.
“Happy birthday, Emmett.”
I smiled.
And then I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.