Chapter 40 Astrid #2
I moan as my hips buck of their own accord. Intense need throbs in my core as I writhe on the bed.
“Delicious.” Callan licks his lips before bending down to kiss my mouth. “I want you soaking for me, babe, because it’s going to hurt at first, and I need you as relaxed as possible.”
I wonder if Dara gave Callan tips or if Callan is just this experienced. I shake those thoughts from my head, not wanting anything to ruin this moment.
Callan kisses his way slowly down my body, taking his time to worship every inch of bare skin.
I feel feverish and almost delirious with need.
Sweat beads on my brow and trickles down my spine.
There isn’t a single place on my body that isn’t primed to explode, and I can’t believe I hid in the bathroom like a coward because I want this more than I’ve wanted anything in a long time.
Callan plays with my pussy, rubbing me with his fingers before using his tongue and his lips on me, and oh my fucking god, he is so good at that!
My eyes close as I block everything out except for the pleasure he’s coaxing from my body.
I’m a finely tuned instrument being plucked until I reach a crescendo.
When Callan sucks hard on my clit, while he curls three fingers inside me, I scale new heights, screaming as the fiercest orgasm zips through my body like lightning.
My back arches, my thighs tremble, and my core pulses and shakes with wave after wave of blissful tremors.
I feel like I’ve just done a full-body workout in the gym when I finally come down from my high, but my limbs are pliable, and I’m feeling relaxed and ready to move our relationship to the next level.
I fix Callan with a satiated smile as he settles between my legs.
His glistening lips approach, and I taste myself as he deeply kisses me.
Our tongues entwine in battle as the tip of his cock nudges my entrance.
I freeze before forcing myself to relax, reminding myself I want this.
I want Callan to be my first, and he’s already made it incredible.
“Still with me, baby?” he asks, holding himself steady and not moving.
“Yes. I love you.”
I want to frame the look on his face right now.
No one has ever looked at me with so much emotion, and my heart is rocketing behind my chest wall.
“I love you, Astrid. You’re the love of my life.
The only one who will ever own my heart.
” He kisses me tenderly as he pushes in a little bit more.
I feel a pinch, but I urge my muscles to relax.
To trust Callan will do everything he can to not hurt me.
We kiss slowly as he inches inside me. My hands roam his back as his fingers sweep over my body in gentle caresses. I cry out when he pushes in farther and pain tightens my muscles. He stops moving, his face creased with worry as he holds himself still. “Do you want to stop?”
“No. Just give me a second.” I take a deep breath and loosen my muscles, shoving the temporary fear away. “I’m good now.”
“I’m going to push in fully the rest of the way, and then I’ll wait for you to adjust, okay?”
Tears prick my eyes because he’s being so careful with me. “I’m so glad I waited to do this with you.”
“I’m honored you chose me. I know you’re in pain, but holy fuck, babe, this feels incredible. I can never go back to using condoms.”
We spoke about this before, and I wanted to make love to him with no barrier between us.
I have an IUD, and he’s never had sex without condoms, so it’s safe.
We wouldn’t be doing it if it weren’t. Neither of us wants a baby derailing all our plans.
“You won’t have to.” I nod, and he thrusts the rest of the way in.
Pain flares in my core, but I manage to trap my strangled cry.
Callan is shaking as he holds himself still, waiting for me to give him the green light.
I figure it’s going to hurt no matter how careful he is.
Mom said the first few times would be sore, but after that, it would be the most incredible feeling in the world.
“You can move, baby,” I say, stretching up to kiss the underside of his jaw.
“I’m good, and I want to feel you moving in me. ”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes. I love you.” Everything I’m feeling for him mushrooms in my chest until it feels like I might explode because it’s overwhelming in the best possible way.
“Love you too, beautiful.” He pulls out and then pushes back in, kissing and touching me as he moves carefully inside me.
It’s not as painful now, so I wrap my legs around his waist and dig my heels into his lower back, lifting my hips and working to move in tandem with his thrusts.
We take our time, and I savor every little moan, every caress, every sensual sweep of our lips, every flex of his hips, and the fullness of his cock as it glides in and out of me.
I commit it all to memory because I never want to forget a single second of this night.
Callan picks up speed, driving into me deeper, and I cling to him as he lets out a grunt and then curses. Heat coats my insides as he spills his seed, and I clutch him to me, not wanting to ever let him go.
Callan collapses on his side on the bed, pulling me with him, keeping our bodies joined.
Hair sticks to his brow, and he’s panting.
His face is flushed with happiness, his eyes glowing like a firefly.
He brushes hair back off my sweaty face as he stares at me.
“Are you okay?” he asks as I feel him softening inside me.
“Yes.” Tears flood my eyes without warning, and alarm stretches across his face. “I’m good, Callan. Really good. These are happy tears, I promise.” I half laugh, half sob. “I’m just a little overwhelmed.”
“Was it good for you?”
“Yes. It was perfect.” I hug him to me, pressing my face to his shoulder. “You were perfect, and I’ve never felt closer to anyone in my life.”
He kisses my lips. “I have never felt this before.” His arm wraps around my back. “This is what it’s like to be with someone you love. The feeling is indescribable.”
“I don’t ever want to get out of this bed,” I tell him, and he chuckles, the vibrations pulsing through me.
His cock jerks inside me, and my walls instinctively hug him. “We do have to go home sometime, but I’m in no rush to get out of this bed either,” he admits.
I drag my lips along his jawline, loving how his stubble tickles my skin. “Good, because I want to do that again.”