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I do my best to murmur something along the lines of “yes,” because, fuck, I loved that.
“Yeah, that’s my good girl.” Will gathers all of my hair into one hand and his other slides down my spine to my bra and unsnaps the clasps. “So fucking perfect. You like communication in bed, Callie? Does that mean you like the praise or degradation talk with it?”
Will’s hand holds my head, pushing in a steady rhythm, so I’m not entirely sure how to answer him, but I kind of want to see if he can talk his way through the answer. Peering back up at him I push myself a little deeper and a growl vibrates out of him.
Pulling my head back by my hair, he curses. “I know which one it is. You love the praise which is good because I intend on worshiping you.”
Getting off my hands I slide my bra the rest of the way off as I smile. “Then please, take me to church.”
Chapter 24
Will
Picking Callie back up, I need to feel her body against mine. Her legs wrap around my waist and with one arm holding her up steady, I cradle her head with the other to bring her back in to kiss her.
Everything that’s happened so far has been beyond incredible. I’m not surprised at our chemistry or the fact that Callie loves to talk in bed, but what does get me is how beyond amazing it is to kiss her. Something about her lips on mine feels so incredibly right and not friendly in the fucking slightest.
Holding her close, I kiss her harder. If “friends” hasn’t been kissed out of her vocabulary yet, then it’s about to be.
With our lips melding together, Callie lets out a little whimper then adjusts her hips. My eager girl.
Sitting back, I admire her for a second and since she likes to talk so much, I’m going to tell her every thought I have while looking at her. “Shit, Blaze.” My hand grabs her chin and my thumb brushes over her swollen lips. “These lips. Kissing you feels like a damn wildfire. So extremely hot, but I’ll gladly suffocate in them.”
“I thought I told you we don’t joke about fire safety.” Callie smirks for a moment then pulls my thumb in her mouth to suck on it.
“Oh, baby, I don’t ever want to put out your fire. I want to ignite it.” Pulling my hand away, I fist my cock and drag my eyes all the way down her body to her perfect cunt. I watch as I take the tip of my cock and slide it up and down from her clit and through her folds, teasing her.
“And this is how I’m going to do just that.”
Still sliding my cock up and down, Callie moans as her eyes fall shut.
“Callie, look at us,” I demand, and her eyes fly open, but she looks at me first. “Not what I said, baby. Look. At. Us.”
I circle my tip around her clit and a little whimper escapes her. She’s been way too quiet for my liking—it’s almost like she’s holding back despite all the confidence she had earlier.
“Tell me, what do you see.” Callie groans when I repeat the small circling again. “I want to hear you.”
“Fuck, Will. I-I…” Callie’s breathing starts to get sporadic. She’s close again, I can feel it and I don’t think it’s from my dick teasing her. No, I think it’s the communication.
Callie swallows and lets out a low moan. “I see this guy I really fucking like about to take his incredible cock and put it inside of me”—Callie cuts her eyes up to me now—“and if he doesn’t do it soon, I’m going to ignite this fire myself.”
I can’t fight the tug of my lips. There she is. She might still be holding back a little but I’ll fix that. Any doubt anyone ever placed on Callie speaking her mind is about to be erased. In the bed or out of it.
“Should I?” I motion toward her dresser where she mentioned the condoms would be. I know she said she was covered, and I know I’m good too, but I’m not one of thoseassholes who thinks they’re too good for condoms. But if she is okay with bare, I’d love nothing more.
Callie pulls her lips together for a moment while she thinks. I love watching her work through things. I can see her considering all the possible options in her eyes.
Finally letting her lips go she reaches up to pull me to her. “No, I trust you.”
I can’t help the smile, I fucking trust her too. Lowering on top of her I kiss her again and she hooks her legs around me.
Callie moans my name and her nails dig into my back as I slowly push in her. Her back arches and I move down kissing her neck while palming her breasts.
“Fuck, Callie.” She feels so fucking good. I’m riding the edge of losing it already just from entering her. I never really thought about the idea that someone could be made for you, but hell, Callie was fucking made for me. In more ways than one.
Callie’s nails claw down my back. “Please move. Fuck, I need you to move.”
Following her request, I pick up my speed happily. “Tell me what you need, Blaze.”
