Page 35 of The Claiming Series: Collection 1
Color seeps into his cheekbones, and I’m shocked to realize he’s embarrassed. The knowledge melts my heart along with the last of my nerves. I sink back on the bed, my body completely open to him, arching involuntarily under his hot scrutiny.
“Like I said, beautiful. Every inch of you,” he says, his voice rough with emotion.
“Come here,” I murmur, lifting my hand toward him.
Callum moves up the bed, caging me in with his big body. He brings my hand to his mouth, kissing my knuckles and then my palm. “I feel like I’ve been waiting for you forever, Lily.”
I reach up, placing my fingers against his lips. “Stop talking. We’ve already wasted a whole month.”
He growls, kissing me hard and deep. Feeling brave, I reach between us and wrap my hand around his cock. It feels hot and hard in my hand, pulsing and twitching as I caress it. Callum hisses through his teeth as I smooth my thumb over the bead of pre-cum at the end, gathering up his juice and bringing it to my mouth for a taste.
“Fuck, that’s sexy,” he grunts.
His hands are doing some investigating of their own. He glides a finger along the seam of my pussy, opening me up to dip into the wetness awaiting him.
“Oh!” I jerk beneath him as he hits a super-sensitive spot, then watch in fascination as he brings his fingers to his lips as I did, sucking my taste into his mouth.
“Sweet, fresh, innocent. I’d know your taste anywhere,” he rasps.
I can’t contain the moan that leaves my throat as I watch him lick my juices from his fingers. It’s so erotic, being with him like this, with nothing but air between us. He dips his head, pulling my nipple into his mouth and suckling hard while he pinches the other between his fingers. I gasp, and my body bucks as liquid sensation shoots straight to my pussy, making me whimper with need.
He trails kisses over my ribs and down my stomach, his hands on my hips. “Open your legs, baby. Let me see what belongs to me.”
I hesitate for a second. “It’s so intimate,” I whisper.
“By the time I’m done with you, I’ll know every inch of this body, Angel. Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I answer immediately.
“Then don’t deny me this treasure. I want to pleasure you.”
God, he says the sweetest things. I open my legs a little, and he drops back on his haunches to look at me.
“Wider.”
I open them slightly wider. He grasps my thighs and gently spreads me wide open for his view. He looks mesmerized as he drinks his fill of myneatly trimmed pussy with its landing strip of hair. I know I’m wet down there—I can feel my juices cooling on my inner thighs, and he’s barely even touched me. My breath comes in rapid pants as his hot gaze roams over my sex.
Without warning, he dives between my legs with a needy groan, pushing his tongue through my lips and giving me a firm lick. The wet heat of his mouth has me arching my back off the bed with a choked moan. I grab his head, fisting my hands in his hair as he does it again and again, over and over, until I’m grinding myself shamelessly against his face. There’s a sensation building in my core that I know is going to slay me.
Callum thrusts a finger inside me, followed by another, stretching me open as he pumps them in and out of my tight channel. All the while, his mouth and tongue continue their delicious torture, sucking at my pussy lips one at a time before grazing his teeth over the bud of my clit.
I cry out, mindless abandon overtaking me. “Oh, God, Cal, please don’t stop.”
I vaguely hear him growl as he eats me relentlessly, sucking and pulling at my sensitive flesh while sliding his fingers in and out of me. The combination sends me flyingover the edge, and I come hard, my orgasm slamming through me. I sob Callum’s name, my body stretched taut, my nipples tightening as ecstasy spears through me, stealing my breath and my senses.
“Holy crap,” I pant once I’ve recovered enough breath to speak.
Callum crawls up my body, pausing to suckle my nipples before claiming my mouth in a deep kiss. He inserts a leg between my thighs, and I can feel his hard cock nudging at my entrance.
“Do you want me to use a condom?”
“Huh?” Despite the amazing orgasm he just gave me, I’m still so turned on that I can barely think straight.
“A condom, sweetheart, to prevent pregnancy,” he says wryly.
“I’m on the pill. Are you…?”
“I’m clean, Angel, I swear. It’s been a long time for me.”
