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“Do you plan on getting more?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. I haven’t really thought about it. With my job, they’d have to be hidden, but it might be fun to have more. Do you know a good artist?”

“Know a couple,” he said as his fingers teased up under my shorts, grazing my ass cheek. “But prefer if neither of ‘em get to look at this ass,” he said, giving my butt a squeeze.

“Totally fine saving it for just you,” I said, then let out a little moan when his fingers traced the lace around my thigh until he was between, grazing over the gusset of my panties.

“That’s all it takes, hm?” he asked, fingers pressing in a bit. “Just being close gets you this wet?”

“Close toyou,” I clarified as my hips rocked a bit against his touch.

“Like that more than I probably should,” he said as his fingers slipped into my panties and touched me without any barrier.

“Think you like it just the right amount,” I said as my hand slid down his front to rub my palm against his hardness.

The little rumble that escaped him had shivers coursing through me.

Callow’s fingers pressed inside of me as my hand went into his pajama pants to close around his length.

We worked each other just like that for a few long, lazy moments. Until we couldn’t fight the growing need any longer.

Then he was rolling me onto my back and coming over me, pulling down the front of my tank top to expose my breasts so he could suck one into his mouth.

What started as a slow exploration became hands grabbing at material, dragging it down and off until we were both bare, until we were grabbing at skin instead of fabric.

Callow grabbed for his bag on the nightstand, digging out a condom and slipping it on as my lips pressed into his neck, my tongue teasing his pulse point.

“Get up here and ride me,” he demanded when he was done.

I didn’t need to be told twice.

I moved to straddle him, lifting up, then sliding down his length, taking him down to the base with a low moan as his hands flexed on my hips.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned, hips bucking up into me, creating a delicious little pinch that I found myself bearing down into before I started to lift up and down.

My moan was the only response I could give him as I started to ride him. Slow at first, then harder and faster until I was teetering right at that edge, my whole body tensed.

Callow’s hand flew up, covering my mouth to muffle my cries as the orgasm slammed through me.

I fell forward into him, my face nuzzling into his neck as the aftershocks rolled through me.

But Callow wasn’t done with me. Not yet.

As soon as my breathing was somewhat normal again, Callow was turning me, rolling me onto my side with my back facing him.

He slid in closer behind me, his cock teasing against my cleft for a long moment. Until I was rocking back against him. Until I was begging for more.

Only then did he slam inside of me.

He was immediately fucking me fast, driving me up at a breakneck pace.

I turned my face into the bedding, muffling my moans as they got louder and louder as he drove me closer to that edge.

“That’s it,” Callow groaned in my ear. “Squeeze my cock.”

Just like that, I came.

Callow fucked me through it before pressing deep and coming with me.

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