Page 152 of Bitten By Desire
I heard the flash of my camera again.
“Ten years without you,” he said. “It felt like an eternity.”
It really did. “I wish I had known how much you missed me too.” It would have made the sleepless nights more manageable.
The bed dipped slightly. “I definitely missed parts of you.” He brushed his thumb against my clit.
My laugh turned into a moan. “Just parts?”
“No. Every fucking inch.” His cold tongue swirled around my nipple.
I tried to move so I could run my fingers through his hair, but the metal cut into my wrists.
“Completely at my mercy,” he whispered against my flesh. He kissed between my breasts and moved to my other nipple. His tongue swirled even slower around this one.
“Callum,” I protested and tried to move my hands again.
“You’re bad at keeping your hands to yourself. It just so happens that I am too.” His fingers brushed across my wetness. “Fuck, Emma.” He slid his fingers inside of me with a groan. Like he was enjoying this just as much as I was.
But that was impossible. Because I was the one shamelessly riding his hand.
“Greedy girl.” His fingers slid out of me.
I was about to protest again when he groaned.
“So fucking sweet.”
My body stilled. Had he just licked his fingers?
His thumb pulled down on my lower lip. “I hope your mouth is just as greedy.” He pulled my lip down farther. “You’re going to need to open your mouth a little wider than that, baby.”
I tried to wrap my lips around his thumb, but he pressed his tip into my mouth instead.
God.I wanted to see him. I wanted to be able to kiss every inch of his scar. Every inch of his body. But it was a little hard to protest when he tilted his hips forward. He’d pleased me so many times. And I wanted this. I wanted him.
I moaned around his cock.
He cursed under his breath and gripped the back of my head as he started fucking me face.
I pictured him back in that room. Fucking his hand, thinking of memories of me. How many times had he wanted to do this over the years? Because I was pretty sure I dreamed about him every night.
His fingers tightened in my hair. “Just as greedy as your pussy.”
I moaned and he cursed again.
“How many times did you picture my cock down your throat when you closed your eyes at night?”
I pressed my lips tighter around him.
“I loved you with my eyes closed too.” He pulled his hard cock out of my mouth.
I instinctively tried to shift forward. I wanted more. But the metal dug into my wrists.
“I love kissing every inch of you. But I had other dreams too.” His hands fell to my waist.
“Let me see you.”
He ignored me. His fingers dug into my waist and he flipped me over. My hands crossed in front of me as he dropped me onto my knees.
