Page 65 of Close Contact
She moaned, clenching around me. “Callum—monDieu—it’s so much.”
“I know,” I said, picking up my pace. “I know, sweetheart. But you can take it. You always do. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
I growled against her throat, hands sliding under her thighs to lift her up more, pinning her there with the force of everythrust. The slap of skin, the hiss of steam, the breathless cries—it was all wrapped inus. A storm of heat and want and love I couldn’t hold back.
“You hear that?” I rasped. “That’s what you do to me. So fucking wet. So tight around my cock I can barely think. You were made for this. Made forme.”
“I’m yours, monamour, all yours.”
Music to my ears. “You like being filled up like this?” I murmured against her ear. “You want me to come inside you? You want me to mark you in every fucking way?”
“Yes—please—putain?—”
I shifted my angle again, driving deeper, watching her fall apart. Her nails dug into my shoulders, her legs locking around my waist as she rocked into every thrust.
“I love fucking you like this. Nothing between us,” I panted. “Love how you moan for me. Love how you beg. I love you so fucking much.”
She kissed me—sloppy and sweet and so goddamn desperate it broke me. This was more than just fucking the adrenaline of the day away. It was like we werestarved.Dreaming of this, desperate for it.
“Touch yourself,” I said, guiding her hand down between us. “Rub that pretty clit while I fuck you. Let me see you come for me.”
She obeyed, because of course she did, and I watched her body seize, her back arching, her mouth falling open on a gasp as she tumbled over the edge. When she came—so tight, so wet, so wrecked—I followed with a groan, hips grinding deep as I emptied inside her.
We stayed like that, tangled and trembling, chests heaving as the water poured over us. Then I kissed her again. Soft this time. Slow. As if I had all the time in the world.
Because I wanted every tomorrow with her.
I didn’t say the words again. I didn’t need to. They were carved into every breath. Every thrust. Every time she looked at me like I was her whole world.
We dried off in silence,still breathless, maybe more than a little drunk on each other. I took her towel from her and hung it on the hook beside mine. It was a small thing that made my insides twist, because suddenly I wanted nothing more than for her to make my homehers.
Shaking off the thought, I lifted her and carried her to my bed, the weight of her in my arms feeling so goddamn right. She didn’t say a word, only watched me with those wide hazel eyes as I set her down, her wet hair fanning around her.
Her legs fell open slightly as she settled into the pillows. And then I saw it. My cum dripping out of her, thick and white and perfect.
I fucking froze.
I’d thought nothing could top the feeling of being inside her raw. But seeing it? Seeing the proof of what we just did glisteningbetween her thighs, coating her folds, leaking from the place that had just milked me dry?
It broke me.
I climbed onto the bed and crawled between her legs, hands braced on her thighs, eyes locked on the cum trail making its way down toward her ass. My chest rose and fell in sharp, shallow bursts. Something primal curled in my gut—dark and hungry and possessive.
“Callum?” she questioned. “What are you thinking?”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Instead, I reached forward, one hand pushing her knee farther down, the other sliding down her inner thigh. My thumb grazed her folds, catching the liquid, and then—fuck me—I pushed it back inside.
Her breath hitched. “Oh, mon Dieu…”
I didn’t stop. I pushed in deeper. Slow. Gentle. Worshipful. I needed her to keep it, to hold it. To holdme. I curled my fingers until I hit that sensitive spot inside her. My eyes flicked up to hers, and the look on her face just about took me out. Blown pupils, parted lips, a flush creeping down her chest. It sent a bolt of need through me so hot it made sweat bead on the back of my neck.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” I whispered hoarsely. “Seeing you like this… fucked full of me. I—” My throat bobbed. “I’ll never be the same.”
Her lashes fluttered. “Cal…”
My cock was already hard again. It was heavy and ached as I hovered over her. I kissed the inside of her knee, her hip, her stomach.
