With my hands palming her arse, I lift her a little, capturing her lips in a searing kiss before I lay her out on my bed.
Reluctantly, I release her so I can take in the sight of her lying there, wearing just my shirt, her skin flushed with my hickeys and bite marks littering her body.
Reaching up, I run my fingers through my hair, barely able to believe I’m standing here with her right now.
She sits up and immediately reaches for my waistband.
“Whoa, shit,” I hiss when she makes quick work of undoing my belt and ripping open the button, dragging the zip down.
When her fingers curl around the fabric, ready to tug my trousers down my legs, I panic and wrap my hands around hers, stopping her.
Her eyes immediately shoot up to mine, and they narrow in confusion.
“You don’t want—” She cuts herself off, swallowing nervously as shame washes through her.
Cupping her jaw, I rub my thumb over her bottom lip.
“M-more than you could ever imagine. I-I-I’m j-just trying to do the right thing,” I confess, squeezing my eyes closed tight, because I’m not sure what I’d do if she took the out that I’m offering. But it’s Calli. I have to give her one.
“It’s a bit late for that, don’t you think?”
My eyes pop open at her comment a beat before she drags my trousers and boxers down my legs without any hesitation.
Her breath catches and her teeth bite into her bottom lip as her eyes land on my length.
“Holy fuck,” she gasps, studying the metal balls on either side of my dick. “You… You’re p-pierced.”
“What can I say?” I mutter, kicking my trousers off. “I’m a sadist who gets off on the pain.”
“Can’t say I’m surprised,” she whispers, almost sounding amused.
“Now, where were we?” I ask, wrapping my hand around my cock and running the tip over her full lips. “Did you want to wrap your pretty little mouth around my dick, Angel?”