19. Callum #2
I glance down at my simple outfit—jeans and a green Henley—satisfied that she likes it.
Peyton steps away to grab some plates. We both take a slice of pepperoni and sit down at her table for two, smiling at each other.
Through mouthfuls of pizza, Peyton tells me a sordid tale about a recent job influencing at a funeral home.
I counter with my inspection at a tattoo studio in Sylvania where I saw someone get a washing machine inked on their ass cheek.
After we’re sufficiently full, Peyton announces that it’s “ice cream time,” and walks to the freezer.
She brings a pint of mint chip ice cream to the table.
I’m not really a mint dessert person, but I keep her company, taking small bites in between her huge ones until she leans back in her chair and wipes her hands on a napkin.
“Alright. If I eat anymore, I’ll be too full. ”
“Come here, already, then,” I gently demand. “I’ve missed you.”
“It’s been one day,” she laughs, walking toward me anyway.
“One day too long, I think, based on our track record.”
Her vanilla and cinnamon scent reaches me before she does. She rests her hands on my shoulders, sliding her fingers down my arms before sitting on my right leg. Her touch only deepens my craving for her mouth on mine.
“Can I kiss you, now?” I murmur.
Heat flickers in her eyes. “Yes.”
I trail my fingers along her neck. “Here.” I press my thumb on her lower lip. “And here, with tongue.”
And in no time at all, my lips are settled against the column of her throat.
I linger there, not wanting to break contact, but not wanting to overstep the boundary I set, either.
I breathe into her skin, unmoving, yet dialed all the way up.
I can feel my jeans tighten around me. There’s no way to hide that everything about her turns me on.
I’m about to move my mouth over hers, but she shifts her weight on my leg. When I put space between us, I find her staring at the outline of my cock, which is clearly visible through my jeans.
I adjust my pants and study her expression. “What is it, Pey?”
She takes a deep breath, holding it for a moment, then slowly exhales. “Can we go to my bedroom?”
The searing, restless urge for her that I’ve tried to suppress comes out in full force, and I tense my shoulders, trying to rein it in.
“I trust you, and I…” She looks like she wants to say something else, but pauses. “I want you to fuck me.”
The boldness of her words intensifies my greed even more, but I don’t want to react in a way that will make her take anything back. My stare roams, idling on her full bottom lip before appreciating the soft slope of her neck.
Then, I break the silence. “Lead the way, honey.”
Peyton looks at me with heavy-lidded eyes, and I realize the expression I couldn’t read before is need. She grabs my hand and brings me to her room, sitting down on the edge of her bed with her legs parted.
I stand between her knees and start talking it out.
“First, I’m going to strip off your clothes and kiss all the way down your body.
Concentrate on you, learn you, focus solely on what you like.
I want to put my mouth on your breasts, lick the space between them.
Then, I want… God, Pey, I want so much with you.
Will you let me go down on you? Taste you, suck your clit… Does that sound good?”
“Yes,” she whispers, and the sound of her breathy voice hits me like a drug. I instantly crave more.
“Then, I’ll—”
Her hand moves to cover mine. “Callum?”
“Yeah?”
“You can stop asking now. I want all of it. I want you.”
I teeter, my self-control hanging on by a singular, fraying thread. “I want you, too.”
“So, take me.”
With urgency, I unbutton her jeans and slide them down. She lifts her arms so I can pull her sweater off.
Holyfuckingshit. I swallow my tongue at the sight of my girlfriend in a royal blue lace bra and matching thong.
“Hey, Pey?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m really glad we kept running into each other.”
She blushes, and I watch it bloom all the way across her cleavage. “Me too.”
I bend to kiss her, coaxing her mouth open and lavishing her with languid strokes. Her tongue eagerly circles mine, granting me permission to explore her body without a map.
With our mouths still fused, I unclasp her bra, and she slips it off her shoulders. A tremor dusts my fingers as I coast them across her arm. Peyton pulls away, and my groan of protest is quickly replaced with a strangled sound as she lifts her hips and slides down her thong.
Time seems to slow as she relaxes back on the mattress, her hair spilling onto the sheets at half-speed, and my heart nearly stops at the view. It’s my first time seeing her completely naked, and…
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” I murmur. “Look at you.”
The curve of her waist alone could make me lightheaded, but the swell of her breasts threatens to undo me entirely.
Long lashes flutter against her cheeks, hiding the uncharacteristic shyness in her eyes. I want to deepen her blush with even more spoken thoughts, but every fiber of my being begs for her touch.
Settling my weight over her body, I dip my head and drag my mouth down her neck until I reach her breasts. My tongue circles each rosy nipple, slowly and thoroughly, until they’re tight with need. I suck one into my mouth, moaning around the peak.
“Callum.” Peyton arches up, releasing stuttered, breathy noises that have me hovering somewhere between agony and ecstasy. “More.”
She spreads her legs further apart, and I kneel between them. Anticipation builds inside me as I trail my finger down her trimmed hair, pausing just before I reach her clit.
The realization that I’m about to do this after years of not doing this hits me. “Tell me if you don’t like something, okay? You won’t hurt my feelings.”
She lifts her head, panting softly. “Everything’s going to feel good, because it’s you doing it.”
That gives me the last bit of confidence I need, and I tuck in, flattening my tongue and lapping up her arousal. She’s messy, and I’m unpracticed, but what I lack in finesse, I make up for in enthusiasm.
“So wet for me,” I murmur against her sensitive skin. “I could eat you for hours, Pey. Hours.” I put a hand on her lower stomach, adding pressure. “Can I take my time down here?”
“Yes,” she moans. “I… I’m aching.”
“Do you want me to take care of that for you? Make your ache feel better?”
“God, Callum,” she breathes. “What you’re saying… Don’t stop talking to me like that.”
“Yeah?” I grit out the question. “What happens when I talk to you like this?”
“I get wetter,” she replies.
Precome leaks from my cock as I spread her with my fingers and resume licking, only pausing to dip my tongue inside while she twists up the sheet beneath her.
“Can you…? Suck… Harder. Yes.” She can barely get the words out between uneven breaths.
I do what she wants, sucking her clit between my lips and curling two fingers inside. Her back bows from the sheets, fingernails digging into the mattress.
“It’s so… fuck, Callum,” she moans, grinding on my face. “I already have to… I’m going to come. Right now,” she warns right before her thighs start to shake.
Peyton closes her legs around my head, coming with an intensity that keeps me on my knees. I devour her until I’m confident every second of her pleasure is spent. Once she’s come completely down, her thighs fall open.
I grin. “You’re doing so well, honey.”
“I like that, Callum,” she says breathlessly, leaning up on her elbows.
“Like what?”
She ducks her chin shyly. “Knowing that I’m doing a good job.”
Maybe I should’ve known this about my girl, my golden hour personified. She shines so brightly for everyone else and just wants some of that same energy in return. Craving praise makes perfect sense for her, and it sparks something in me, too. She wants to hear it, and I want to give it.
“Good girl for telling me what you like, Pey. My perfect, sweet girl.” I stand and arch over her, passing my thumb over her nipple, then gently tugging on it. Peyton shivers as my mouth covers her other nipple, sucking lightly on the peak.
Sitting up, she grabs at my neck. “I need you inside of me.”
I take off my pants and boxers, then lean over her. She coasts her fingers along my torso, and I try to memorize the feel of her hands on my body.
As I turn on my side so she has better access, Peyton mirrors me, breasts pressed against my chest. She reaches for my cock, and I have to prevent myself from rearing back. She’s never felt me before. When she adds pressure, a jolt of electricity shoots up my spine.
“Shit. You’ve got to stop, or I’m going to come. And we both want more tonight.”
Peyton pauses, then whispers, “Me on top.”
“Fuck yes. Let me grab a condom.”
I reach for my jeans, pulling out a condom from my wallet. Climbing back into bed, I sit against the headboard and hand it to her.
She throws her leg over my body, straddling me and rolling it on. Then, at a painful yet satisfying pace, she sinks down, getting about halfway before pausing. “Callum… I haven’t… it’s…”
“Okay, that’s okay. We’ll figure it out. Let’s, um, give it to you slowly.” I gently place my hands on her hips. “Deep breath.”
The sight of Peyton’s hooded eyes while she draws in a long breath makes me even harder, and I gradually lower her until she’s able to sit down to the hilt.
And for the first time in my life, I get to experience what it feels like, to have sex with someone I’m in love with.
“Unreal,” I murmur. “I love being inside you.”
My eyes wander all over her body, wrestling with where to linger. In a heated daze, I stare at the place where we’re connected and watch the base of me disappear between long thrusts.
Peyton tangles her fingers in my hair and reaches for my hand, bringing it to her clit. “Yes—Callum. Just like that.” Her hips squirm greedily, disrupting the rhythm.
I know she’s close when her breath stutters as she writhes, squeezing around me like she needs to come but won’t.
“I want it now, Pey. I want you to give it to me.”