I lick her clit again, keeping my eyes on her face to judge her reaction. Her back arches with pleasure. “How hot and sweet this cunt of yours is?”
“You saying things like that are going to make me come.”
“That’s my fear.” A slow smile spreads across her face.
“There’s a solution.” I grin up at her, loving that she’s able to read my apprehension, but just as I’m sliding away from her to head to the bathroom, her fingers grip my thigh. And holy hell if it isn’t still wet from when she was touching herself. Jesus, waiting may have possibly been a huge mistake. Okay, not possibly, I know it was because my nuts seize when she wraps her small hand around my length giving it a slow stroke from the base all the way to the head. How can I last longer every other night, but the knowledge that I’m going to be inside of her tonight heightens every damn thing?
“Simone,” I warn.
“Let me suck you off.”
I don’t even get the chance to answer before she rolls on her side and licks the tip. My damn knees nearly buckle, toes curling and digging into the plush carpet.
“Fuck, baby.” I place a hand on her shoulder, keeping my fingers away from her hair because I don’t want to lose what little control I have right now. “That’s it. Goddamn, your mouth is so hot.”
She moans around my cock when I jerk in her mouth.
“Simone,” I warn, but her mouth doesn’t stop. It never does. She hasn’t pulled off my dick once since I’ve met her except for that one time I expressed my fantasy of coming on her perfect tits.
My eyes clamp closed, the orgasm taking over and leaving me unable to use any other sense than the heaven my cock is feeling.
She licks me clean, smiling up at me with wicked eyes when I’m able to open my own and peer down at her. I have the sudden urge to ask this woman to marry me, to be mine. God, do I want every fucking day to be exactly like this.
“Still hard,” she purrs, her tongue snaking out to lick the underside of my dick, and I jerk back due to the overwhelming sensitivity. “Can I have some?”
I’m on her the second she rolls back over, her feet dragging up the bed and her legs splaying open. The divinity between her legs is on display.
“Is this okay?” I ask, settling over her but making sure that my body is curved over her swollen belly rather than laying directly on top of her.
“It’s perfect.”
I don’t even have to reach between us. My cock and her center are like magnets to each other, and one slight shift of my hips and my dick is right there in the perfect spot, the head kissing her softly.
“Callum,” she moans when I press forward. Her eyes flutter closed like mine are threatening to, but it would take a natural disaster to lose sight of her now. God, she’s always felt fucking amazing—one of the reasons I always came back to her even before we started dating—but tonight is a different playing field.
“Fuck,” I groan, not so sure that coming mere moments ago is even going to help.
“Please,” she begs when I slide all the way in and freeze.
I kiss away her complaint, needing to settle myself as much as she needs to relax and accept me. I’m not a small guy, but it’s been months for both of us. Hurting her isn’t an option, no matter how much she begs.
“Kiss me back,” I urge when her mouth remains slack against my own. I can tell her concentration is solely focused between her thighs because she’s trying to move her hips in tiny little circles despite the fact that I have her pinned to the bed.
Her mouth moves, but it takes several long seconds before she’s invested in our kiss. I sweep my tongue over hers, groaning long and low when she clenches around me.
“Fuck me hard,” she begs. “I want to come.”
“Oh, you’re going to, but tonight isn’t about rough fucking.”
“I like it,” she argues.
“I know you do.”
“I want to come.”
I grind my hips and know when I hit her clit, she hisses against my mouth.
“Yes,” she whimpers. “More of that.”
I give her what she’s begging for and before long, my hips are in on the plan. Push, swivel, swivel, pull. Over and over, the churning wakes up every damn nerve in my body.