Page 7 of Bitten By Desire
“Confident.” He snapped another photo. “Sexy.” Another flash.
He sat down next to me on the couch and pushed my skirt up, past my hips until he exposed my stomach. He snapped another picture, with his hand pressed against my skin.
“Callum…” I moaned.
“Would you rather it be my fingers, Emma?” He leaned forward and kissed the inside of my knee.
Jesus.
“My mouth?” He kissed farther up my inner thigh. “My cock?”
I moaned.
He grabbed my hand and pulled my fingers out of my wetness. He lifted my fingers to his mouth and sucked off my juices. “What will it be?” He bit down on my index finger. Harder than I think he meant to. “My fingers, my mouth, or my cock?”
“Yes.”
The corner of his mouth ticked up. He leaned over me, lifting my hand over my head and pinning it to the couch cushion. “Is this what you really want a picture of? How would your ex feel if he saw you like this? At my mercy?”
I lifted my hips to try to make contact with him.
He ran his free hand down my dress, past my exposed stomach. I thought he’d tease me for a second, but he thrust two fingers deep inside of me.
Fuck.I would have shivered from his cold touch if I wasn’t so overheated.
“Sex should feel like you’re drowning.” He kissed the side of my jaw. “Like you’re being held down. Barely breathing. Until you’re touched just right.” His thumb found my clit.
I moaned.
“And suddenly you’re flying. Did it feel like that with him? Like you were out of your body?”
I shook my head. No, it was clumsy with Jackson at best. Not like this.
“You’re so wet. Was it the photos? Or were you picturing my cock in your mouth when it was just my thumb?”
“All of it.”
He slowly circled my wetness. “One last photo.” He let go of my hand and grabbed my camera.
I was about to ask him what he wanted a photo of. But he ripped my thong, thrust inside of me, and took the photo. Of my face when he entered me. Of the best feeling I’d ever experienced. His hard cock was as cold as the rest of his touch. Inch by inch he thrust forward.
He pushed my other strap down, exposing both my breasts to him. “You’re going to taste so sweet,” he whispered in my ear.
God, was he going to go down on me too? Where had this guy been all my life?
His lips fell to my neck and he sucked on my skin hard.
I knew he’d leave a bruise. And I didn’t fucking care. All I cared about was his hips thrusting against mine. His dirty mouth. His piercing gaze.
He sucked on the side of my neck harder, a guttural groan escaping his lips.
“Callum,” I moaned. I grabbed his face to try to get him to kiss me. But he just bit down on my neck harder.
God.I came. Embarrassingly fast.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his lips falling from my neck. He thrust inside me once more. And when he pulled back, he looked confused. Like that hadn’t gone exactly as he planned.
His eyebrows lowered like they had when we first met. Like he was sulking. He grabbed the camera and took another photo. Of my breasts out and my skirt bunched up my waist. He stared down at the screen, evaluating the picture while his cock was still deep inside of me.
