I need to make her come for me. Donnae care if my cock explodes from the pressure of the need to fuck her. Giving Calli pleasure matters more to me than my own release, which is something I never imagined I would think, and certainly nothing I'd ever say out loud. But I need to do this for her.
She clings to me, her tits heaving. "Show me."
My shoulders cave in with relief, and I touch my forehead to hers. Maybe it's barmy to want this so much, but I donnae care. I move around behind her and spread my hands over her belly, drawing her snug against me so she can, I'm sure, feel the raging hard-on barely contained in my jeans. I keep one hand on her belly while the other wanders lower to slip inside the waistband of her sweatpants.
She stalls my progress with one of her hands on mine. "Are you sure I'll still be a virgin after this?"
"Positive." I nuzzle her neck, then lick at her earlobe. "Technically. It's no more than what you do to yourself."
Though I want to do so much more, I need to take it slow with her. She's very skittish.
"Should I stop?" I ask.
"No. Please don't stop."
I draw her earlobe into my mouth, suckling softly, and thrust my hand down inside her knickers to palm her mound. She sucks in a sharp breath. The hairs beneath my hand are soft, and I can feel the heat of her body plus a hint of the slickness between her thighs. I long to yank her sweatpants down so I can kneel in front of her and devour all that luscious cream. But I need to go slow.Fuck. Calli forces me to dig down deep to find a well of willpower I never knew I had.
But she's worth it.
I dip a finger between her folds and begin circling it around her clit.
She crumples against me, and her head falls back onto my chest, exposing her slender throat.
Bod a' chac. She will drive me mad, and I'll let her do it. I will volunteer for madness if it means I can touch her body and watch her come under my hand.
I rasp my tongue up her throat to the hollow where every woman is sensitive and the slightest touch will make her squirm and gasp. I toy with herbrillean, first whisking my finger round and round it, then rubbing in sure, swift strokes while I feel her slickness coating my finger. Bloody hell, I need to thrust that finger into my mouth and suck on it so I can finally taste her—but I don't do it. She arches into my touch, her back bowing and her mouth falling open on a strangled moan. Christ, that sound makes my cock throb. While I torment her with my finger, I scrape my palm across her mound, loving the desperate little noises she makes. I glide my free hand up under her shirt to cup her breast through her bra, plucking her nipple with my thumb and forefinger.
"Aidan," she gasps. "Yes oh god yes."
She throws her arms above her head to lock both hands behind my neck.
While my heavy breaths gust over her ear, I rub harder and faster with that finger, up and down, then switch to sideways strokes. She whimpers, writhing against me, frantic for release. I'llcaithany second if I don't make her come right now. So I shove my hand deep between her drenched folds, plunging one finger inside her. With the heel of my hand, I work her clit with ruthless fervor while I thrust that finger in and out, in and out, imagining I'm fucking her with my cock while I shove a second finger inside her, and then a third. I'm breathing so hard I'm starting to see black spots in my vision, but I willnae stop. I crook my fingers inside her to pet a spot I know always makes women go off like a firework.
"Oh God," she cries out. "Please, Aidan, please."
Shifting my hand, I free my thumb to flick it across her nub over and over and over while I keep petting that secret spot inside her.
Calli's body grips my fingers with spasm after spasm, milking me like I've got myslatinside her instead of my fingers, begging me to make her keep coming. She claws at the back of my neck, but ahmno worried about claw marks on my skin, not when she's blowing apart in my hands. Her heels lift off the floor, and her back arches wildly, rubbing that sexy erse against me. Fuck, I'm about to blow apart too. I keep rubbing until I've drawn every last bit of pleasure from her body, the muscles inside her stop contracting around my fingers, and she goes boneless in my arms.
We're both gasping for breath. I hold her against me, my arms wrapped around her, until she regains her equilibrium. I'm still reeling, so desperate to come that my heart is pounding.
She lays her hands on my forearms. "Wow. I can't think of anything more eloquent to say."
"Mm." Eloquence is out of my reach for sure. I shift my hips, hissing in a breath, and she must feel my erection pulsing against her back. Somehow, I manage to regain the power of speech. "Please excuse me for a moment. I need the bog." I clear my throat. "The bathroom."
I pull away from her and spin around, hustling toward the hallway in a slightly bowlegged fashion. Veering toward the first door on the right, I mutter a curse when I realize it's the laundry room.
"The door on the left," Calli calls out.
With a curt nod, and my entire face pinched in agony, I rush into the open doorway of the bathroom across the hall, slamming it behind me. I yank the zipper on my jeans down and pull out my cock, pumping it hard and fast while I remember the look on Calli's face when she came. I slump against the wall, grunting and gasping, working myself with so much vigor that my hand might cramp up any second, but I cannae stop. My chest heaves, my back arches, and I splutter while slapping my palm on the wall. The need to come rockets down my spine. I squeeze my eyes shut and grit my teeth while the release I desperately need barrels toward my cock.
"Aidan?" Calli says. "You okay in there?"
I mutter a strangled curse. "Aye. Fine."
Then Icaith. Milky liquid erupts out of me while I keep pumping, letting out a sharp grunt followed by a long, low groan as the pressure in myslatfinally eases up. I sag against the wall, breathing hard. Christ, I haven't come that hard in…ever.
Just imagine what it will be like when you take her body.