Page 77 of Both Sides Now

Who am I to argue?

When she lowers her head to my cock, the sweet suction of her mouth damn near makes me come right then and there. Her talented tongue traces along my length, those gray eyes sparkling with passion as she drives me out of my mind.

The woman is fucking amazing at giving head. Her mouthis tireless, working me over from base to tip, and it's taking everything in me not to blow my load.

But we have all night, and I plan on stretching out the pleasure for hours.

"I need inside you," I murmur, watching her face alight as she slides up the bed and spreads her legs, a seductive pout playing on her lips.

"Take me, then." It's such a simple command. Permission to do whatever I want.

Grasping Calli around the waist, I flip her on top of me, my mouth once again licking that magnificent pussy. Her hips gyrate against me as my fingers sink inside her. A soft moan leaves her mouth as I tongue-fuck her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

Without warning, she slides down my body, sinking down on my cock in one smooth movement. She clutches my hands, her movements slow and deep as she rides me.

My toes curl from the rising tension, and I try to stamp it down, but Calli senses my need. Leaning forward, her delicious mouth hovers near mine, a coy smile on her face.

"I thought I told you to take me."

A feral growl flies from my lips at her demand. She wants it all. I’ll give her everything. Gripping her ass, I pound into her, deeper and deeper with every thrust. I hold nothing back.

Her whimpers increase as I maintain the tempo. She's so close. I feel her tremble around me as the pleasure rips through her. With a final thrust, she screams out my name, and I empty myself inside her.

Callista collapses on top of me, our bodies sweaty, sticky, and fully satiated.

She’s pure perfection. Calli is my new favorite drug.

"I was wonderingwhere you'd gone." The relief is evident on Calli's face as I walk back into the hotel room. "I thought maybe you'd snuck away in the middle of the night again.”

"Trust me, I didn't want to leave that bed."

She sits up, clasping the sheet to her naked body. “Then why did you?"

I'm thrilled she's still upbeat and flirty after yesterday.

My biggest worry was that instead of basking in a post-coital glow, Calli would regret everything. Every touch, every moment, all etched with remorse instead of rapture.

I've never dated a widow before, but I've gone out with my fair share of divorcees. I've been privy to their vacillating emotions and guilt over relations with a new man, even when their ex-husband was shit on a stick.

Charlie was her definition of perfection, and he didn't abandon her. He was torn from her life.

There is some level of martyrdom that occurs when a person dies young or in a tragic fashion. The flaws are forgotten, and what remains is a conglomerate of their best qualities. Some call it a coping mechanism for those left behind. I call it insurmountable odds that I’ll ever measure up to Calli’s late husband. But Lord knows I’m trying. She deserves all that, and more.

"I made plans for us today. It's gorgeous and unseasonably warm, so I thought a picnic by the ocean might be nice."

Am I trepidatious about this maneuver? Absolutely. I’m smooth with women, charming and affable. Plus, my pedigree never hurts. But romance has never been my strong suit, and after my bumbling verbal disaster the other night, I’m at a bit of a loss.

Here’s hoping she’s on board.

I don’t have to wait long for the answer.

"I love that idea." She slips from the bed, the sheet falling away to expose all of her delectable curves.

Then, she closes the distance between us, running her hands along my chest as she rises on tiptoe to press a lingering kiss to my lips.

Just her simple gesture is enough to get my dick ready for round two. Or round six, but who’s counting?

Calli shoots off a smirk when her gaze falls to my erection, her nails dragging over my hardened cock. She knows the effect she has on me, and she is using it to her full advantage.

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