Page 66 of My Song for You
Some more than others. “Do you have any?” I countered.
She nodded. “Just one. I got it when I moved to San Francisco, during my first week there.”
I scanned the perfect, unmarked skin not hidden by the sheet. I never figured Callie to be the type to get a tattoo, but it shouldn’t have surprised me. She was an artist, and the body was just another type of canvas. “Show me.”
She rolled onto her stomach. The sheet shifted, revealing six small musical notes floating around her lower back, near her right hip. They were beautiful, like the woman whose body they graced. I traced my finger over them.
“That’s how much I believed in you and your music,” she said.
Speechless, I could only stare at the tattoo. She had done that…for me.
Damn if that didn’t almost do me in—in a good way.
I pressed my lips against the musical notes and breathed in her lightly scented skin. Then I continued kissing her, moving up her back to her shoulder. “I haven’t gotten one because I believe you should only get a design that means something to you and will always mean something to you.”
“I agree,” she whispered before her lips found mine again.
Our kisses grew hungrier, more intense. That wasn’t the only thing to grow. My cock hardened, already missing Callie’s tight heat wrapped around it.
Callie shifted from under me and nudged me onto my back. She straddled my legs and leaned over, teasing my nipples with her silky copper hair. Damn, that was hot. Then she took my nipple into her hot, pretty mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue against it. My cock responded, imagining how it would feel with her perfect lips wrapped around it.
She rocked her wet, swollen pussy against the shaft of my cock. “Oh, God,” I groaned.
She chuckled. “Wow, that was fast.”
“For you, babe, always.” It wasn’t a line. It was me realizing how much I’d missed her all these past years, despite our four-year age difference. How much I cared for her—now even more than back then.
She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and caressed the swollen head, spreading pre-cum. “Please tell me you have another condom with you.”
“In my wallet.”
She grabbed my wallet from the night table and handed it to me. I removed the remaining foil square from it and tore open the package.
“I can do it.” She took the condom from me and carefully unrolled it down my hard length.
Which became even harder at her touch. I swear, if it took any longer before I was buried deep inside her, I’d die from a sudden case of blue balls.
Callie repositioned her body so my cock pressed against her entrance, and slowly lowered herself. A cross between a hiss and a groan escaped my throat. Fuck, she felt amazing.
She leaned back, seating me even further inside her. Her full tits offered themselves for my pleasure. I palmed one. God’s gift—for me.
Or so I would’ve liked to believe. I quickly pushed away the thought of someone else sampling Callie while I was on the road. We hadn’t made any promises to each other, and although I had no doubt I would remain faithful to her while touring, I couldn’t expect Callie to wait for me. A year was a very long time.
I pinched her pebbled nipple and was rewarded with an erotic moan. At the sound, my cock grew yet harder inside her.
Callie moved her hips, setting her own pace and rhythm, slow and teasing. She wasn’t the only one who could tease. My fingers found her clit and I stroked her, relishing each oh-God-I’m-going-to-come-soon noise that she made.
“That feels so good,” she moaned.
Agreed.
The pace continued, pushing me closer and closer to the edge—but not quite far enough. I removed my finger from her clit, grabbed her hips, and set a faster, rougher pace, taking care not to push myself over the edge before she was ready.
Just as I thought I couldn’t last any longer, Callie’s muscles clamped down on me. “Jared,” she groaned.
Her husky voice, the sight of her heated pussy devouring my length, and the strength of her muscles milking me for all their worth finally did me in. The powerful orgasm rocketed through me, intense enough to alter the trajectory of the earth around the sun. If the world suffered from a massive malfunction, I was to blame. “Fuck, Callie,” I grunted.
Once I regained enough of my senses, I shifted so she was under me and kissed her. Just a light touch of the lips. “Christ, that was amazing.” We were amazing together, but was it enough?
