Page 65 of Callen's Captive
“Christ, Kate. Keep doing what you’re doing. If you like it, I’ll like it.”
Her mouth sheathed his cock as he imagined her pussy would. Tight, warm and so incredibly wet. As she took him deeper, he sank his hands into her hair, resisting the urge to thrust his hips or control her movement. She needed to explore, to find what she liked, set a pace she was comfortable with. God, he loved her tenacity and her courage.
She gagged once or twice, but quickly figured it out and before he knew it he was striking the back of her throat. Her fingers dug into his ass for leverage as she intensified the pace. He’d never seen anything more beautiful as those big brown eyes watching him as she took his cock between her sweet lips.
Each time he moaned, her own moan drifted up, caressing him, but it was the scent of her arousal that finally caused him to explode before he could pull out. She swallowed. So damn fucking sexy, his Kate.
“Are you sure you’re a virgin?” he asked when she slid off of him and he offered her a hand up.
“I’m also a quick learner,” she said as he pressed her to a tree. His hands were smoothing up her sides, cupping one breast then the other. The need to touch, to possess all that was Kate, was taking over. He couldn’t wait to be inside her, but they didn’t have any condoms. That didn’t mean he was ready to let go of her either.
“I don’t know what books you’ve been reading, Princess, but get me a library card.”
“Online, Callen. Remember? Hacker here. I tend to take what I need online, including the occasional video.”
“You’re wicked, Princess.”
“I told you ‘Princess’ wasn’t a good name for me.”
“I guess I’ll have to rethink that one.” After one last deep kiss, he took her hand in his and led her the final distance to camp.
