Page 67 of The Final Rose

She’s bent around the waist, her hands holding against the door and legs parted. I swallow a lump as I take in the small of her waist, the dimples on the base of her back. The perky ass and rounded hips. Callie is all perfection. Her body, her mind, her sense of humor. I need to hold myself back, not to pounce and devour her whole.

“Sebastian?” she calls for me.

“I’m here,” I reply, not taking my eyes off her.

“You’re freaking me out.”

I can’t help it. I chuckle. I get closer again, my hands gliding over her hot skin.

To see Callie Sosa every day when she’s forbidden, no man was ever so tortured. I refuse to think about that when she’s sodeliciously naked in front of me. She’s so good at holding herself to the door like I told her to do.

I go down to my knees, her perfect ass just in front of my face. I take the leap and kiss her there, soft, almost a whisper, and Callie moans.

I do it again, so slowly, so softly that I know I’m making her crazy. It’s making me crazy too, but I want to keep playing.

I close my hands over her hips, bringing them back to me. I look up and see her hands still on the door as she supports her body like that.

“Open up for me, love.”

She sucks in a breath and obeys, putting her legs further apart. Callie is mine. That’s all there is to it. Nothing is getting in my way to keep her. They asked me to choose, and I did. I chooseherevery single day if I have to.

Callie brings her knees apart, but even then, I keep my hand in place over her ass. I draw circles over her skin, down her legs, and inside of her thighs. She moans and melts every time my thumb grazes her pussy.

“You’re happy torturing me?” she asks breathlessly.

“It’s not easy for me,” I confess.

“I don’t believe you.” She says over her shoulder, a small smile playing on her lips.

“Hold on there, Calliope,” I instruct. “Don’t you dare move your hands. Can you do that?”

She bobs her head up and down, eager.

I grip her hips. She has to open her legs even more to make space for me. She says my name, but I don’t give her much time.

I taste her pussy like I always wanted to do, she bucks trying to get out of my reach, but I keep her in place.

She tastes delicious, just as sweet as I thought she would. Her moans give me pleasure I didn't know was possible as I part her cheeks, gripping her ass.

I palm myself over my jeans, hard as a rock. I work on her quicker, she slaps the door releasing energy and her moans are so loud, I know the walls are too thin to contain them.

I want them all to know Callie is mine.

I take my cock out, stroking as I eat her out.

“Sebastian… oh god.” her voice is different now, softer outside the set.

“You taste so good. I'm pumping my cock, I couldn't wait.”

“Are you??” she moves, trying to have a look but I hold her in place. I'm not done with her and I'll never be done with us.

I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue at the same time I pump myself faster and faster.

And then I hear it, low and perfect, my name trapped in her mouth, and I’m renewed. She’s loud when she comes, sweetness right on my tongue.

I think of the ways I’m going to take her tonight. My mind promises forever, but my body can’t think of anything beyond the next five minutes.

I’m holding on by a thread, but she’s riding her orgasm and I need to hold her. I rise to my height to offer support, taking her body to mine. With a satisfied sigh, Callie slumps over my chest, her knees soft, and I chuckle.