The tip of his tongue met the top of my erect nipple, swirling around and around until he bit down, subtly evoking the most intense mixture of pleasure and pain I’d ever felt. His hand rubbed and caressed the other breast until he switched. I could barely take how good it felt. His hands went to my waist, and while still focusing on my breasts, he starting pushing the rest of my dress up.
He stopped and brought his attention to my eyes. “I want you.”
His tone was almost pleading, but it was his eyes that told me it was all desire. It was the words I’d waited to hear.
“Then take me.”
I made quick work unbuttoning the top of his pants, dragging the tips of my fingers across the skin of his lower stomach. The heat between us grew stronger, his mouth getting closer to mine again.
A low, primal moan echoed from deep within his chest right before his arms reached around and he lifted me up. My legs wrapped his waist as he walked toward the stairs.
“My bed?” he asked.
“Yes.”
I rested my head on his shoulder until we were in his room, and he placed me on the bed. In a fervent rush, his lips were back on mine as we both wildly removed each other’s remaining clothes. I unzipped his pants and pushed them down as he slid the rest of my dress down. I watched as his eyes moved from my shoes, up my leg, and stopped at my black panties. His brows furrowed, and I could see the question written all over his face.
“I didn’t do anything with him. He’s not the one I want. You are the only one I want,” I said, placing my hands on both sides of his face.
His hands cradled my face, his thumbs running softly across my cheeks. As he leaned in to kiss me, his erection pushed against me. Our tongues swirled together as I reached down and slid my hand under his boxers to take his cock in my hand, gripping from base to tip in a twisting, strong hold that had him growling into my mouth. I continued pumping him, feeling his pre-arousal at the tip and working it all the way up and down his thick shaft.
“I want you. All of you,” I begged.
He leaned back and grabbed the modest strings of my panties and practically ripped them, pulling them down my legs.
I worked his boxers off, while he leaned his head against mine. “It’s been a long time for me. I don’t have a condom or anything.”
“It’s okay. I’m on the pill and have always been careful.”
He nodded his head, the back of his hand brushing my cheek. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
With one careful movement, he slowly eased himself into me, stopping just before he was completely in. I gripped the side of his face, begging him silently to look at me. His eyes met mine, and that was all the reassurance he needed.
He continued to push himself inside, inch by inch, until he filled me completely. My breath halted, and it took a moment for me to get used to the overwhelming sensation.
He slid himself in and out, in…and out…unhurriedly, each of our bodies welcoming the other. His hand reached down behind my left knee and lifted my leg up just far enough for him to place his hand under the bottom of my heel. The altered movement drove him deeper inside me, causing me to whimper.
“You like that?” he asked.
I nodded my head because at that moment, I was completely incapable of words.
My other leg wrapped around his waist as his tempo accelerated, our damp bodies rocking together in perfect unison. He burrowed his face in the crook of my neck to stifle his loud moans, and although I wanted to fucking scream out how good he felt, I knew we had to be conscious of our voices.
He nibbled and sucked all around my collarbone like he wanted to taste every inch of me. Such a subtle gesture, but one that pushed me that much closer to coming completely undone.
“Fuck, Calliope, you feel so good,” he said through ragged breath. “And seeing my dick slide in and out of you is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“You,” I panted, “are going to make me come. Please tell me you’re close.”
“Are you kidding me? I was ready the minute we walked in here.”
I laced my fingers through his hair and roughly brought him back to my mouth. I kissed him deeply as he moved to drive himself into me harder and faster.
“Yes,” I said, gasping. “Just like that.”
He kept fucking me with the same steady, hard pump, but he swiveled his hips slightly, creating an entirely new sensation.
“Oh God, yes…,” I cried into his shoulder.
The moment the words left my lips, my orgasm took over my body, and I bit into his shoulder to keep from screaming. I contracted around him, encouraging him to follow suit.
His body shook against mine before he cried out in the same wave of pleasure that I’d just experienced. The warmth of him came inside me until his head rolled back in ecstasy.
The rocking of his body slowed until he lazily rested his head on my shoulder. We stayed like that, our rapidly beating hearts pressed against our naked chests, for several minutes. As soon as our breathing returned to normal, he slowly pulled his body away from mine.
“Wow,” he whispered as he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.
“Yeah, wow.”
“I’m sorry,” he said trailing off, worry etched across his face.
I took his face in my hands. “What is it?” I asked.
His brows furrowed. “I’m sorry I didn’t last longer. It’s been so long, and you’re just so beautiful, and I’ve been wanting you so badly, and…”
“Shh,” I said, tapping a finger over his lip. “It was amazing. Actually, it was beyond amazing.”
“Yeah?”
“Absolutely.”
I tucked myself into his side as his arm wrapped around me, his fingers dragging lazily across my skin. We were quiet for a while as we came down from our high. My mind went in so many different directions—what did this mean? Would it happen again? Would it happen often? How long should I stay in his bed? Did he regret it?
There were so many questions, but I pushed them all away. For the moment, I was going to lay in his arms and not think.
“Shower?” he asked, breaking the silence.
“Absolutely.”
He took me by the hand and walked us to his bathroom. I watched him as he turned the water on the shower, testing the temperature with his hand, before turning toward me with a devilish smile.
If I could’ve high-fived myself, I would’ve. Better yet, if there was an award for the best receiver of the fuck of their life, I’d be winning it.
“Hey, you,” Aaron said, stepping into the shower. “Get that sexy ass in here before it gets cold.”
I thought we were about to get down in the shower all over again since we were making out like crazy, and he was hard all over again. But when he shut off the water and stepped out, I thought maybe he was a once-a-night trick pony.
He wrapped a towel around me, and while I dried off my hair and body, he got me one of his T-shirts to put on. It was so sweet and unbelievably hot. Once ready, we climbed back into his bed.
He leaned into me, kissing me softly on the lips. It was playful at first, but the kisses grew more intense as our bodies began to grind into each other. When he pulled away just slightly, I was ready to grab him by the shirt and beg for more.
His hands crept under my shirt and circled my waist. “Hi,” he said.
“Hi. Something I can help you with?”
“Perhaps. You see, I’ve been waiting entirely too long to do something, and now that you’re lying here in my bed, I don’t think it’s fair of you not to let me do it.” He cocked his eyebrows up.
“And what would that be?” I asked.
His fingertips, along with his right hand, delicately traveled down my side, stopped at my waist. He urged my body to the side slightly before turning his attention to my left hip.
“This,” he said, rubbing his thumb over my little heart tattoo. “I’ve wanted my tongue all over this since that first night in the hot
tub.”
Without waiting for a response from me, he lowered his head and used the tip of his tongue to trace his way around the heart. I watched him lick, suck, and nibble his way around the entire tattoo, and when he was finished, I wasn’t sure what was hotter—the feel of his tongue on my skin or the fact he thought to do so in the first place.
He looked up at me. “Tired?” he asked.
“Depends on why you’re asking,” I said, winking.
He rolled me onto my back before he followed, looking down at me. “I could be asking for several reasons.”
“Is that so?”
“Mmm-hmm,” he said as the corners of his mouth turned up into a smile.
“Definitely not tired even though it’s been a roller coaster of a day,” I said, running my hands through his hair. I twirled my fingers across the smooth, curled edges.
“Do you like roller coasters?”
“Sometimes,” I said, turning my head to look at him. “It depends on the ride and how you feel when it’s over.”
He nodded, but concern was etched across his face. “How did you feel about this last one?” he asked hesitantly.
“It was the best I ever had. I can’t wait to ride it again. Over and over again.”
Chapter Fourteen
AARON—
Knock.
Knock knock.
Callie was snuggled next to me, warm and comfortable, when a light knocking began to rouse me from a deep sleep. Before I could register where the knocking was coming from, a little voice on the other side of the bedroom door told me.
“Daddy! Daddy! I see sun!”
My head popped up off the bed at the sound of Delilah’s voice. I quickly glanced at Callie who had the same half-sleepy, but frantic look I was probably sporting.
We heard her tiny hands fumbling with the doorknob. “I’m knocking before coming in like you told me to do,” she said.
“Shit,” Callie mouthed to me.
There was no time to think.
She jumped from the bed and threw herself under it; the last glimpse of her legs hidden a split second before Delilah came walking in.
Delilah ran into the room. “Daddy, what’s wrong with your face?” she asked.
I cleared my throat. “What do you mean, sweetie? Do I have something on my face?”
“No, but you have your scared face. It’s the same one you had when I was hiding from you in the store, and you couldn’t find me.”
“Well…I…,” I stuttered. “I’m not scared. I was surprised when you came in. I was asleep, and you surprised me.”
“I surprised you? Wow.”
The bedsprings squeaked as Delilah climbed up the side of the bed next to me and stood up on it.
“Sweetie, sit down. I don’t want you standing on the bed.”
She giggled, and the bed began to move up and down, the squeaking increasing. “Five little monkeys jumping on the bed…”
The bedsprings were bouncing up and down, and all I could think of was a half-naked Callie getting squished underneath it.
“Delilah,” I shouted.
“One fell off and broke his head,” she sang while she continued to bounce.
The jumping and singing continued. “Momma called the doctor, and the doctor said, ‘No more monkeys jumping on the bed!’” She ended the song with a big jump and thump to the mattress, her laughter filling the room.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” I said under my breath.
“Why don’t you go downstairs and watch Dora?” I said to her.
“The gate is up so I can’t go downstairs.”
I sighed. “Come on,” I said, getting up from the bed. “I’ll unlock it.”
I hurried down the hallway, with Delilah following, and unlocked the gate. “Just give me a minute, okay?” I said.
“Okay,” she said, hopping down the stairs.
“Shit. Shit. Shit,” I whispered, running back down the hall and into my bedroom.
I knelt down next to the bed and popped my head underneath. “Are you okay? Did the jumping hurt you?” I asked.
“No, I’m fine. It’s my heart I’m worried about. Ugh. Thank God you were wearing pajama bottoms.” She wiggled out from under the bed. When she was free, I held out my hand to help her up.
“Your heart?” I asked.
She cleared the bed frame, and I extended my other hand, helping her to stand up. “She scared the shit out of me,” she said, holding her chest.
“I’m sorry. We should have or I…,” I stammered before she cut me off.
“I’m the one who should apologize. I dozed off and thought I’d be awake in time to sneak back to my room, but I didn’t.”
We stood silent for several moments, our hands still held together. The dust had settled around us, and my thoughts were transported to the reality of the situation.
It was all out in the open. No more tiptoeing around each other or wondering. The heaviness I’d been carrying around was lifted and with it an even more prominent awareness came to me.
Last night was the best sex of my life.
Although no words were said, I couldn’t help but think, hope rather, she was thinking the same thing I was. We’d shared an incredible night together, and I had zero regrets.
And I wanted to do it again.
Repeatedly…
And often.
I smiled, recalling moments of the night before. Her body had responded to mine so instinctually, so confidently. Every touch and move I made, she matched me, pleasing me right along with my desire to fulfill her. It was like she knew me. It was like I knew her. Last night only made it much more real.
I was thinking of all the clichés. That it was fate. That it was magical. That it was all the bullshit I didn’t believe in. But were there really any accidents?
“What?” Callie asked, breaking up my thoughts.
She moved from one foot to the other nervously, avoiding looking in my direction.
I tapped her chin, insisting she look at me. “I was thinking…”
“Yeah?”
“I was trying to find the right word,” I said, bringing my hand up to her face. I brushed my hand across her cheek as I sensed the apprehension coming off her. “But nothing quite fits for how amazing this all feels.”
A slow smile erased her concern and was replaced by a giggle and shake of her head. She patted my chest and backed away. “I’m going to go get dressed.”
“Wait,” I said, pulling her back to me.
I let go of her hand, and starting at her collarbone, I lightly dragged my index finger down the open skin along the V-neck of her T-shirt. I stopped above her left breast before drawing circles around her heart.
I lifted my eyes to her. “So, what was this about your heart?”
She took in a sharp breath, and I saw her body react. Her nipples hardened between the thin cotton of my T-shirt, and she squirmed as I continued to circle her heart. She wasn’t the only one responding. My hardening dick did as well.
“My heart?” she replied. “It was just Delilah walking in jolted me and my heart was beating so fast.”
“You know, Callie, the average heart beats over one hundred thousand times each day,” I said, continuing to swirl my finger around and around. “When you’re anxious or excited, the rhythm can increase,” I continued.
My circling finger left her heart but continued a downward path to her breast. My hand grazed it lightly before palming it completely while my thumb ran across the nipple.
She playfully slapped my hand. “Knock that shit off.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re driving me crazy.”
“Hmm. I can hardly see how I’m doing that. I’m simply explaining the massive organ in you, which pulses and carries blood to every area of that hot-ass body of yours.”
“Is that so?” she asked. “Do you have a massive organ?”
I nodded. “I do. I’m sure you can recall.”
She n
arrowed her eyes at me. “Wow. I remember nothing massive about your body last night.”
I wrapped my free arm around her waist and pulled her into me. With one swivel of my hips, I knew she could feel my erection against her thigh. Instantly and automatically, she rubbed against me as a soft moan left her lips.
“Do you want to rethink that?” I asked.
Her faced flushed, a stunning color of pink. “I think it’s coming back to me now.”
“Last night,” I whispered. “It was beyond amazing.”
She reached up on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around my neck. “For me, too.”
I lowered my head, bringing her lips closer to mine.
“Daddyyyyy! I need youuuuuu!”
So close.
I planted a quick peck on her lips. “I guess we should get used to that, huh?”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
I walked over to my dresser and opened the top drawer. “Well, I mean Delilah. We have to get used to the interruption,” I said, taking a T-shirt out.
I pulled the shirt over my head and down my chest, looking in the mirror for a second to run a hand through my hair. When I glanced back at Callie, her eyes were looking me up and down. She was blushing again, twirling a piece of her hair as she checked me out.
It was so fucking sexy.
“Are you done staring?” I asked with a chuckle.
“I wasn’t.”
“Save it. Yes, you were.”
“I better go change. I’ll see you downstairs,” she said quickly before running toward the door, pulling the back of her T-shirt down to cover her ass.
“Hey?”
She stopped and turned. “Yeah?”
“Don’t you dare cover that fine ass of yours. Move your hands.”
She casually released her grip on the bottom of her T-shirt, letting her arms fall to her side.
“Good. Now, I’m going to stand here and watch you walk out of my bedroom.”
That’s right, gorgeous.
She opened the door, peeking to make sure Delilah hadn’t made her way back upstairs. Just before she stepped out, she looked over her shoulder back at me.
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