Page 41 of More Than A Feeling

I traced one hand down her belly. "You have the best-tasting pussy in the world," I murmured, my fingers slipping between her thighs, finding her wet and not just from the shower. "Oh,Grian, you want me?" Her clit was already swollen, and I teased it with a pressure too light to make her combust. I wanted to take it slow.

"Mm," she moaned, her eyes wide as she watched my hand on her.

"I've been wanting to do this all night. All fucking night. I wanted to tell your parents that I was celebrating your arm being out of a cast so we could fuck again." My thumb stayed on her clit as my other fingers moved down.

"That feels so damn good." Her hips moved against my thumb, wanting to increase the pressure, but I'd been waiting for this for weeks; I wasn't going to rush us.

I slid my fingers inside her pussy, and I reached for her now cast-free hand, pulling it forward, wrapping it around my cock.

She stroked tentatively at first, finding her rhythm. Need slammed through my balls.

"Fuck yeah,Grian," I murmured, leaning in to kiss her, trailing my mouth to that spot right below her ear that drove her crazy.

I groaned as she started to pump me faster, matching how my fingers fucked her. I loved how she took what she wanted and gave me what I demanded. It wasn't like some women who were waiting for me to do all the work and take responsibility for their orgasms. Hell, no, Fleur knew what she needed, and she gave as she took, fucking beautifully.

Her hips began to rock against my hand, begging for more.

"What do you want, baby?"

"I want to come," she whined as my fingers turned inside her and brushed against her G-spot. Her whole body jolted. I massaged her some more and then pulled my fingers out of her. "No," she protested.

I slipped them into my mouth, and I knew it aroused her to watch me taste her. "Pure fucking heaven. Baby, we'll go another round later…slower…but now…let me."

She smiled, a siren's smile, ready for me, wanting me. "Yes."

I lifted her leg and pinned it to the wall as I moved closer, pressing my dick against her pussy, letting her juices coat me. I rubbed her clit that way, making her wrap her arms around me. Her eyes were closed as she let pleasure take her.

"Look at me, darling."

And when she did, I slammed deep inside her. Fuck, but that felt good. We both groaned.

I was going to lose control soon, but so was she, which was okay. We both were comfortable letting go. It was an amazing feeling to be with a lover who was just as passionate, just as desperate, just as much into me as I was into her.

I withdrew and slammed inside her again. Her hips rocked when I was buried balls deep.

"I can't get enough of you," she cried out. "Harder, Callum."

"You feel so good." I fucked her, feeling her tight channel, hug me, caress me, milk me.

My gaze held hers, and we smiled at one another.

"Whenever I'm inside you, I feel like I'm home," I confessed to her.

"You're my home, and I'm yours." Her words gave me permission to let go. I reached down and grabbed her other leg. She moved, knowing what I wanted and needed. She wrapped her legs around me as I slammed her back against the shower wall.

"This is gonna be hard and fast," I warned her and did as I promised. Her moans filled the bathroom. Her pussy milked me almost painfully. I knew she was getting close. "Come,Grian, come on my cock."

As soon as the words left my mouth, she began to tremble. She clung to me, crying out as she shattered, unraveling around me, for me, and finally with me.

We needed a shower after that, and we needed another one a little while later.

"Is this what afuckathonmeans?" Fleur sat cross-legged on the bed, a bowl of chocolate ice cream in hand. She'd give me one spoonful and then take one herself.

"Yes, eat your ice cream and get your energy up because we're going at it again," I told her firmly.

She laughed. "Are you on Viagra?"

"I'm on you." I winked at her. "And I only came once, so I got some miles left on me."

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