“Callum,” she yells. Between the pleasure in her voice and the way her nails dig into my skin as she comes, it’s enough to send me right over the edge with her. I slow my pace as I empty inside her.
A light coat of sweat paints Brynn’s skin. The room is silent except for our heavy breathing.
I slowly withdraw from her, and we both suck in a breath at how sensitive we are postorgasm. I look down at her pussy, which is a mess, a combination of both of our releases. Some part of me wants to use my fingers to push my cum back inside her, but I don’t, not wanting to scare her.
“Are you okay?” I ask, genuinely nervous that I was too rough with her.
“Oh yeah.” She laughs, trying to catch her breath. “I’m pretty sure you must have fucked the common sense right out of me because I’m seriously wonderingwhywewaited so long.”
I prop myself up on my elbow and brush the hair out of her face with my fingertips. She shivers under my touch.
“Well, you fucked the words right out of my brain because I don’t know.”