Page 108 of My Best Years

Our lips never part, not even when I spill myself deep inside of her.

TWENTY-EIGHT

Birdie

“Cal,”I whine as he paints kisses down my torso, lowering to his knees on the tile floor.

After four rounds of sex last night, I was too sore to go again this morning, so we jumped in the shower to wash off our dried sweat and cum. However, the washing didn’t last long after I pressed my lips to Callum’s. He backed me up against the shower wall, caging me in with his fingers splayed on either side of my head.

My mouth parts as I stare down at Callum, naked and on his knees for me. Water drips from his inky black hair, droplets landing on his pillowy lips. His blue eyes darken as he gazes up at me and places his hands on my trembling thighs. Steam bellows around his muscular frame as his chest rises and falls with heavy breaths.

He looks lethal.

Like a villain you think you can fix because they’re just so fuckinghot.

His jaw flexes when his gaze lowers to my center, his lips directly in front of my aching pussy. His tongue peeks out to swipe across his bottom lip, telling me exactly what he wants. I rock my hips toward his face, silently begging him to do it already.

My brows furrow with need as I sink my fingers into his dark curls.

“Callum,” I whine. “Please.”

“Tell me,” he demands. “What do you want?”

“Kiss me…I need your mouth on me.”

He cocks his head to the side and arches a brow.

“Where do you want my mouth?”

I stare down at him and shake my head, feeling a bit shy about doing the whole dirty talk thing. Don’t get me wrong, I love it when hesays vile things to me. And I want to say them back…

I just need to get more comfortable with it, I guess. Callum is the only man who could break me out of my shell, and he knows it.

“Tell me, Birdie,” he pushes. “Tell me exactly where you want my mouth.”

He spurs me on by barely grazing the tip of his tongue against my swollen clit. And any sense of embarrassment I felt flies out the fucking window. I suddenly need his tongue and lips devouring my core.

“God,”I whimper, tossing my head back against the shower wall.

“Use your words, baby.” He parts my seam, barely rubbing his tongue against my flesh.

Fuck.I need more. I need it now.

When I look down, I almost come at the sight of Callum on his knees before me. He’s so fucking sexy. I want this man to eat me alive.

“My clit,” I beg breathlessly. “My pussy. Everywhere. I need you everywhere.”

His tongue freezes at my words.

“Good fucking hell,” he curses, lifting my right thigh and tossing it over his shoulder so I’m completely open for him. “You’re going to be the death of me, Birdie Wren.”

Then, he dives in.

I let out a strangled moan when his lips surround my erect clit and suck the sensitive bud into his hot mouth. My abs tighten as he runs a hand up my stomach and cups my breast.

He kneads my flesh between his large fingers before finding my nipple and giving it a firm pinch. My heart rate spikes as he continues to play with my tortured peak while switching between gently licking and ferociously sucking.

“Oh, God,” I shudder when he lowers his head and swipes his tongue between my soaked slit. He gets as close to my entrance as possible, careful not to slip inside with how sore I am this morning. But he gets close enough to drive me fucking wild.

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