Chapter Thirty Sophie #4
The pleasure is intense, I can't sit still, throwing my head back against my pillow, my hands clutching the sheets, the blankets, before sliding back into his hair and gripping.
When I feel his tongue flatten against me and slowly drag up to my clit, I clench my hands tight and realize I could be hurting him.
"Sorry—"
"Grab me as hard as you need, baby," he tells me, his voice hoarse and tight, and when I look down, I see his hips moving, grinding himself against the bed for friction. Oh God, this is turning him on, too. Giving me pleasure is giving him pleasure. This wonderful man of mine.
I love you, I love you, I love you...
I have to bite my lip so I don't just blurt it out—when I do tell him, I want it to be more special. I want us both to be cognizant of it, not just lost in this insanely good pleasure. I want to look him in the eyes and tell him from the depths of my heart how in love I am with him.
"You taste so fucking good," he murmurs against me, the vibrations jolting pleasure through my body.
"It feels so good, Callum," My voice is a low whine, and I reach down to him. He reaches up and links our hands together—so we don't drift—not pausing his ministrations against me. "You make me feel so good."
"That's all I ever want to do, sweet girl," Callum growls, firmly licking my clit.
"Keep—keep going... I'm gonna come—"
"Come all over my face, baby," he growls against me, the vibration causing my legs to spasm. He grips my thighs tighter, "Let me feel it."
"Fuck... fuck, I'm coming," my voice is high, keening, way too loud, and with one final nip of his lips, I fall. "Callum!"
The orgasm rushes over me, and my entire body feels like it's falling. My thighs tense around his head, and he keeps at me, licking me through my orgasm as I come and come and come.
I try to catch my breath and reach my hand up to feel my heart pounding through my chest.
With one final kiss to my pussy, Callum lifts up his head, his lips and bearded chin drenched with me.
I reach down and pull him toward me, cradling his face as he settles to lie between my legs.
I kiss him, tasting that mix of us. We kiss lazily for a bit, just enjoying the feel of each other.
Callum flips us, and he tucks me against his chest.
"You've never done that before?" I ask, once I can catch my breath, and Callum shakes his head.
"It's been... a while since I've had sex," Callum admits, his cheeks a little red.
His voice is a little sheepish, like he's embarrassed by that fact. He shouldn't be, selfishly—and hypocritically, I know—I love that I'm the only woman he's gone down on. I've always considered oral sex such a deeply intimate act—your mouth giving pleasure.
And Callum is in a league of his own.
A quick study, perfect marks all around.
"How long?" I ask curiously, and Callum frowns like he's thinking about it.
"A couple of years at least. And with them... I honestly never felt comfortable enough to do that. They never asked for it, and I just never offered. I guess old insecurities die hard," Callum shrugs, before his arms tighten around me, and he kisses my forehead. "But I feel safe with you."
I grin broadly at that and look into his eyes, "I feel safe with you, my otter."
Callum's smile is so bright and beautiful now, and I can't resist leaning up to kiss him.
"I was content with my life, happy with my friends, my club, and my store.
Dating just wasn't my priority. I didn't want to waste my time on something empty and meaningless.
I wanted to wait—for the right person, the right time.
And I just hadn't found her," Callum leans down, kissing me softly. "Until you."
I smile at his words and bite my lip. "Do you want to know a secret?"
Callum squeezes me once. "From you? Always."
"I had a sexy dream about you last night," I whisper, mock-scandalized, and Callum leans up a bit.
"Oh?" he raises an eyebrow, "What was it about?"
"Well," I start, smiling as I remember, tracing my fingers through his chest hair.
It wasn't one of those dreams that disappear as soon as you wake up, or fade like smoke—the harder you try to remember it, the faster it disappears.
This one lingers in my brain, like it's permanent.
Like it's a prophecy. "We were on a beach.
Somewhere tropical. I was reading and sunbathing and you.
.. You were coming out of the ocean, all gorgeous and James Bond-like. "
He grins at me, leaning back and looking a little smug. "And you came over to me, and we just started kissing, and I was considering jumping you right then and there. It was just... perfect," I sigh, meeting his eyes. "I was so sad to wake up. I had to—"
I cut myself off, my cheeks flushing, and I felt ridiculous. I literally just came all over this man's face, but it's embarrassing to admit that I masturbated to him this morning. I bury my face in his chest, and he chuckles, pulling me close and peppering my head with kisses.
"Baby," he coaxes me, and I shake my head, but I'm grinning against his chest. "I'm just glad I'm not alone with the wet dreams."
My head snaps up, a little surprised. "Really?"
"Since the first time we met, pretty much."
We share a smile at his admission, and I glance down at his tented jeans. "Can I?"
He smiles tenderly but shakes his head. "This was about you, sweet girl. I'm good."
I nod my head, a little disappointed, but also a little pleased at him wanting to care for me. "But... soon?"
"Whenever you want," he promises me, and I smile, thinking about me getting my hands on him next.
A yawn comes over me, and I'm hit with a wave of exhaustion, probably a combo of the wig try-on, the adrenaline rush from the confrontation with Elise, and the mindblowing orgasm he gave me. Callum grins, cupping my cheek. "You look tired, baby. Let's take a nap."
"Now that's an idea," I nod, standing up to use the bathroom.
When I come back out, Callum has stripped off his jeans and is lifting the covers for us.
Pulling on an old college t-shirt and a fresh pair of underwear, I crawl under the covers and into Callum's waiting arms. He kisses my head as I cuddle into his side, my leg thrown over his, my head on his chest, and I hear his strong, steady heartbeat.
His large hand rubs up and down my back, soothing me to sleep.
"I hope we can make my dream come true," I murmur after a couple of minutes, feeling the sleep dragging me under.
"Maybe on our honeymoon," he mumbles, half-asleep and not even aware of what he said. It takes me a few moments before I even realize it, the way he says it is so natural, like it's a statement of fact.
My eyes snap open, and I lift my head to look at him. Callum's eyes are closed, his breathing deep and even as he sleeps.
Honeymoon, our honeymoon.
The images flash across my eyes—alive and healthy and cancer-free, a small wedding with our friends and family in attendance, me in a silky white dress, Callum looking handsome in a white dress shirt and pants, us being pronounced husband and wife.
A casual backyard reception, slow dancing with Callum.
The future, not near, but not so distant.
I lay my head back down on his chest.
"Yeah," I sigh, smiling widely. "Our honeymoon."