“Callie,” I groan. Her lips find the base of my neck as she straddles my lap in her bed.
She nips and bites all the way down my chest. I didn’t bother putting a shirt back on after we got out of the water, and now I’m reaping the rewards of it. Callie in her bathing suit had me swallowing my tongue and having to think about baseball, my mother, anything to keep from going rock hard.
Her lips lick a path down my chest to my abdomen. She licks every line delineating my muscles, and my head tips back on a moan. Her hands open my shorts, but I stop her. I want her to know we don’t have to go this far if she isn’t ready. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I need you, Jamie. All of you.” Her hands spur into action, peeling my shorts down. I help her by lifting my hips, and then they’re gone. Her hands are back on me in a flash, one hand cradling my balls while the other glides up and down my hard shaft. When she dips down, her tongue licking the head of my shaft, I bury my hands in her hair. I don’t press her down farther; I want her to do this at her own pace, as much as it fucking kills me. I know I can give her this. I have to, for now at least.
When her mouth engulfs me, it takes everything I have not to rock into her, hold her by her hair, and guide her. She hollows out her cheeks, taking me farther and deeper until I’m at the back of her throat. “Mi Sol, fuck. Just like that,” I grunt. My hands fist the sheets beneath me, her hair covering what I want to see, but I don’t dare move my hands. The strands tickle my legs and stomach. She swallows as she meets the base of my cock with her lips, and I just can’t take it. My hands grip her shoulders, and I pull her off.
“Jamie, I wasn’t done.” She pouts. Those lips, what they do to me. I rip her shirt over her head, tossing it on the ground, revealing her bathing suit. The strings to the top come undone with ease, so I move to her bottoms. The bows at the side come apart, too, and I’m left speechless. She’s so beautiful. Her skin is smooth and creamy, with freckles dotting her body here and there. Her breasts heave as I take her in. I’ve had her nipples in my mouth on more than one occasion. The small swell of her stomach leads down to my promised land, and she’s completely soaked for me. I love knowing that she is wet from giving me pleasure. The tips of my fingers touch her small patch of red curls. I tug softly, and she gasps.
“I’m not coming down your throat, Callie.” I haul her so she’s in my lap again, where she’s meant to be always.
“But I wanted to. It’s been weeks since I’ve tasted you.”
“You’ll get it, and soon, but right now, I want that sweet pussy sitting on my face before I feel you coming around my cock.” I lay back on the pillows, pulling on her thighs until she gets the message that I’m not taking no for an answer.
Callie is hesitant at first. “Jamie, this is all so new to me.”
“I promise I’d never do anything to make you feel uncomfortable. Let me make you feel as good as you do for me.” She nods, and then I’m rewarded when she does as I ask.
I pull down on her thighs when her hands find the headboard, and I feast on her. My tongue parts her folds, finding her clit, and I latch on. I want Callie coming apart, hard and fast. After sucking on her clit, I swipe my tongue down to her pussy and mimic how I would fuck her with my cock. My teeth scrape her clit, and she rocks against my mouth, her hands finding her breasts and palming them. I never take my eyes off of her. She finds her release, flooding my mouth with her essence, and I drink it the fuck down, not stopping until her body is spent. I quickly maneuver us so I’m holding her, both of us lying on our sides, facing one another.
When I bring her leg over my hip, the head of my cock nudges at her entrance. We’re both bare; we haven’t discussed precautions. I’m sitting right inside her, not moving an inch. “Mi sol, I have to know what I should do here. Should I pull out, grab a condom, or am I coming deep inside you?”
“Oh, God, Jamie,” she moans, still not giving me an answer. I flex my hips, wanting to sink deep inside her, but I can’t until she gives me an answer. I slowly pull out; her whimper makes me want to say fuck it and take her exactly as we are. At the end of the day, it’s her decision.