Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Callie
H e licks his lips and tells me I'm beautiful in a voice so ragged with desire that it's impossible not to believe him.
Then his hands run over my body. His palms are wide open and his fingers stretch out as if he's trying to feel as much of me at once as he possibly can.
Finally. Finally , he covers my breasts. Holding them securely, then pushing them together, kneading them firmly, running the pads of his thumbs over my hardened nipples in unison.
I knew I was sensitive there but ohmygosh! I had no idea having someone else touch me like this would feel so amazing.
My back arches and I squirm, desperate for more.
"You like that, baby?"
Archer pinches my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, just hard enough to make me gasp, then rolls them gently, watching to see my reaction.
"Anybody else ever touch these tits for you, Cal?"
My head moves side to side quickly.
"No. Nobody's ever touched them." I find my words because the tone of his voice tells me he expects me to use them, even when he's talking dirty to me in that gravelly voice that makes my head go all swimmy.
"Nobody?" Archer leans in close and raises the tip of my breasts to his mouth. His lips close over my nipple, and the combination of hot and wet around the suction is enough to make me pant.
Is it possible to come just from this?
"Not even you?" Archer's mouth pops off my nipple and moves to the next one. "You expect me to believe you never played with these pretty breasts yourself?"
He wraps his mouth around the other nipple and I think I might lose my mind. My hands tangle in his hair, holding his head tightly against me. The way Archer is positioned between my thighs, I can't pull my legs together to relieve any of the tension in my swollen clit, but I can lift my hips seeking friction for some relief.
"Fuck baby, I'm trying to take my time here. You're gonna kill me if you keep that up."
One of Archer's hands slides between us, pressing my body back to the mattress, but giving me a taste of what I want.
"You make yourself come, don't you, Callie?"
His mouth continues to worship my breasts, barely able to use one hand because of the way he's braced his weight on his elbow. But that other hand has wandered into the achy space between my legs and now his fingers begin exploring parts of me that have never been touched by anyone else.
A thick fingertip slides between my folds, making me realize how wet I am for him.
I give him his answer with a nod and a long moan when he presses against my clit and starts to rub in increasingly firm circles, testing to see what pressure gets the best results.
"Do you think about me when you get yourself off, Cal?"
He whispers it against my ear and I can't answer this question. I'm too busy coming; bucking hard against the strength of his hand as it holds me in place while his fingers continue to work my clit right through the orgasm; only stilling when I'm a limp noodle trying to catch my breath.
That's something I didn't expect-- how much more intense it would be when it wasn't my own hand doing the work.
"Do you?" I wonder aloud instead of answering him.
Feeling less wound up after that climax, I drift in a haze of euphoria for seconds but I can feel my body still craving more.
Archer gives me a smirk that's a little shy and a lot naughty.
"I asked you first," he retorts.
"Always," I tell him honestly.
"Dammit, Cal, yours is the only name I've had on my tongue for years." He leans to gives me a quick kiss on the lips and then moves quickly down my body till his broad shoulders are wedged between my thighs. "Now I'm going to have you on my tongue too."
He doesn't tease. Archer's hot mouth lands on my pussy, completely consuming me.
His hand hastily pushes my thighs wider, then slides under my ass to lift me closer to his mouth.
This is a completely new sensation. I've tried to imagine what having my pussy eaten would feel like. My friends talk about it like it's the holy grail, but I just never understood how I'd ever be able to relax enough to enjoy it.
I mean-- his face is down there. Up close to all the tastes and smells of me. I'm glad I took a shower not long ago, but honestly? I get it, now.
The way Archer spears his tongue into my hole makes new need bubble up in me, then he licks along the edges of my entrance and through the swollen folds of my labia on his way to my clit.
Every place his tongue touches feels so good, I'm desperate for more. My heels press into the mattress at his sides, lifting myself to meet his mouth. The hand holding my ass moves for a firmer grip. I feel his fingers getting closer to the space between my cheeks and start to worry about where they're heading.
Then his mouth is firmly on my clit and it feels so good that I don't even care about the fingertip pressing snugly against my asshole. In fact, together, the two sensations are mind-stealingly good and my next orgasm has me crying out loudly as I convulse violently in Archer's grip.
"You taste like fucking heaven, Cal."
Soft kisses pepper the inside of my thighs.
"Making you come is my new favorite hobby," his kisses move upward till they land feathery against my pussy again.
At first, I flinch, still sensitive from the previous orgasm and not ready to start again. But he keeps his touch light and soon, I realize I want more.
"Is that all I'm going to get, Arch?" I prop myself up on one elbow and look down at him. "What happened to all that pretty talk about making me yours and filling me with babies? You chickening out on me now?"
In response, I get a pained groan. Archer's finger replaces his mouth, sliding easily inside me after two orgasms and how wet I still am in anticipation.
"Just warming you up, baby. I don't want to hurt you."
Archer
Callie's last orgasm is still tangy on my tongue and here she's already begging me to split her open on my cock.
In all the fantasies I've had about this moment, I never dared to think it'd be like this; being the first man to see Callie this way, naked and overcome with desire. I never expected to be the first man to take her over that edge and watch her come undone for him. I sure as hell didn't think I'd be the one with her in this moment, when she feels man inside her for the first time.
"Archer," she moans as I slide my finger into her tightness, hoping she's relaxed enough now that this doesn't hurt her. "Please. Just do it."
"Baby, you're so fucking tight. I don't want to hurt you." But if I don't get inside her soon, I'll be spilling seed over her soft stomach out of sheer desperation.
Moving up to position myself, I withdraw my fingers from her and lick them clean. Callie tastes like honey and heaven and I can't believe she's going to let me taste her like this for the rest of our lives.
Remembering her eager promises to be mine forever combined with the wet heat of her opening against the head of my dick almost has me embarrassing myself like an over eager teenager.
Callie's small hands move up my waist, around my back and hold on to me tightly.
"You know what you're doing, right?"
Cal's eyes look up at me, wide with nervousness that I feel echoed in the slight tremble running through my own body.
Speechless for a second, I look back at her in the dim light before kissing her for reassurance.
"I mean, yeah, Cal, I've done this a time or two..."
A sharp swat lands on my ass, making my cock twitch eagerly, even as we share a light a laugh.
"I don't want to hear about that," she scolds, "I mean-- " Cal swallows hard and pulls her lower lip between her teeth to worry on it.
My hips settle more fully between her soft thighs as she moves beneath me. I can feel the slickness between us allowing my cockhead to slip beyond the outer edge of her opening, but that's as far as I can go without effort.
"Yeah, baby, don't worry. I got you."
That seems to be the answer she needs, and Cal gives me a smile that makes me feel like a hero.
"I trust you, Archer Dean," she whispers.
We move together, like neither of us can wait any longer, and Callie's nails dig sharply into my shoulders at the moment I break through the slight resistance just beyond her entrance. I mean to stop and let her adjust to whatever she's feeling, but I'm too far gone.
Continuing to push forward, I'm lost in the feel of Callie's body welcoming me in. The way her tunnel stretches around my intrusion, letting me fill her completely until I'm balls deep and gritting my teeth with Callie making small movements beneath me as she gets used to the feel of me.
"Tell me when, Cal."
Being inside her takes the edge off. I can pause and give her a chance to adjust, let Cal call the next shot, but not for long. New need is already starting to tingle at the base of my spine, triggering the primal instinct to thrust and claim.
"Arch?"
"Yeah, baby."
"Is...am I...is it okay?"
The need crawling up my insides quiets down just a tad, letting me hone in on what she's meaning.
"Oh...hell yeah, baby, it's fucking amazing."
I slip a soft kiss against her lips, and even the slight change in my position has me rubbing along her interior walls enough to make me choke on a groan.
"Why'd you stop?"
The tips of her short nails drags down my sides, not even tickling a bit when they hit that spot along my ribcage. My foot damn near cramps from holding my muscles so tense.
"Damn woman, I thought I was supposed to give you a chance to breathe or something."
I can't help the chuckle that escapes, more relieved that she's ok than amused at her impatience-- but a little of that too.
"I'm breathing," she tells me, "and I want more."
Cal's hips wiggle under me and the entirety of her channel tightens around me as she moves.
Woman's going to be the death of me if this is what fucking her is always going to be like. She feels too damn good, and my body screams at me to follow her orders.
Pulling back, the sound of her needy little whimper at the loss of me has me slamming back into her harder than I mean to. Cal's right here with me though, gasping out at my force, but quickly recovering, bucking her hips to urge me on.
No way I'm gonna last. Not with the sweet sounds that Callie's making, the feel of her full breasts pressed against my chest, and the smooth slide of her tight little pussy wrapped around my cock so tight it's hard to breathe.
But I want to make her come for me one more time before I lose it. I need to make sure her first time is good. I want to make sure I was worth the wait.
"Cal." I drop my head for a hungry taste of her lips and she kisses me deeply, leaving my voice hoarse with urgent need when I can speak again.
"Baby, I need you to come for me one more time. Can you do that?"
I guide one of her hands between us to where we're joined, keeping my eyes on hers. If I look down now and see her pussy stretched around my cock, I'll be done.
"Touch yourself for me, Cal."
Callie's eyes widen at my command, her mouth popping open like she's about to protest, but then I feel her fingers under mine as we find her clit together and her expression changes to something else entirely.
"Arrr..." My name dies on her lips, her voice drifting away when she takes possession of her own pleasure. My fingers follow hers, learning what she's already discovered about herself. Together, we circle her swollen little bud, our fingers slipping through her wetness.
"Fuck, Cal, you're fucking gorgeous...show me, baby. Show me how you make yourself come when you're thinking about me."
I can't stop myself, I need to look at this. Raising up, so I can look down between us, the sight of my cock working its way in and out of Callie's swollen pussy, with her fingers working frantically between us as she chases her orgasm-- it's too damn much.
Especially when I feel her hit her peak. Callie's entire body goes with her this time, her back arches, her hips to mine, her thighs clamped tight against my hips.
Then, a series of spasms choke my shaft, each one pulling me deeper and clenching down on me to hold me in place so I can shoot seed deep enough to take root. And that's what I fucking do; exploding inside her, with nothing between us but the sweat coating our skin.
When my vision comes back, I collapse against Callie. I want to snuggle into her warm curves, with my head pressed between her breasts, but if I do that, my softening cock will slip out of her and I'm not willing to lose her warmth yet. Instead, I pull her into my arms and hold her against my chest, enjoying the feel of my heart beating against her cheek as it slows back to normal.
"Thank you, baby." I kiss the top of her head, whispering my words into the soft hair and tasting the sweet, saltiness of her perspiration.
I get a sleepy giggle in reply.
"For what?"
My smile curves against her head.
"For letting me into your body. For letting me see you like that. For sharing your first time with me."
I'd keep going but she cuts me off.
"You're just feeling macho because I was waiting for you."
I move my head back onto a pillow and stroke her bare shoulder idly with my fingers. First, I sigh deeply, but then I grin at the ceiling fan above us.
"Yeah, that's fucking hot, Cal. I still can't believe that. Can't believe how fucking lucky I am...I love you, Calla Lillian Maye. Gonna marry you...Calla Lillian O'Leary...I like that even better."
"I like that too," she says, lifting her head to meet me for another kiss. "I love you, Archer Dean O'Leary."
Falling asleep with Callie in my arms feels like a dream. I just hope it doesn't turn into a nightmare when we have to face her brother.