Page 49 of Raise The Bar
“You look like you just witnessed a miracle,” I manage to get out, trying to slow my racing heart.
“I think I did.” He pulls me into another kiss as he gently lays me down on the table so I’m lying on my back. His kisses trail down my neck, as he slides my panties over my knees. He pushes my dress up to my waist leaving me fully exposed in front of him.
“What are you doing?” I was expecting more of a breather before round two. His breath is warm and wet on my overly sensitive skin as he lowers himself between my thighs.
“Tasting my miracle,” he says with a grin. Without further hesitation, his mouth is on me. When his tongue finds my clit, my hips involuntarily buck off the table at the contact. I’m still sensitive from my last orgasm, but my body responds to his every touch, craving more. I watch him and he watches me, neither able to look away. He continues this playful torture, clearly enjoying himself. He groans into me as I reach down and run my fingers roughly through his hair. His skilled mouth sends fresh ripples of pleasure through my body, and before I ever thought possible my breathing becomes labored. I feel my release begin to crest and my grip tightens on his head, pressing him further into me. I need him to be closer to me. To be inside my desire with me.
“Callum, please,” I pant, not even knowing what I’m asking for.
I feel, rather than hear, him murmur my name and I crash over the edge, coming apart against his mouth as it murmurs praise and endearments. This time I can’t hold back the scream as the waves of pleasure wash over me.
I lie on the table catching my breath, slowly coming back to myself. Callum runs his hands up my body as he makes his way to my mouth and kisses me softly. I taste myself on his tongue. My limbs are heavy, but my head is light. I lean into his kiss and wrap my arms around his neck as he lifts me off the table. My legs find their way around his waist, and I rest my head on his shoulder as he carries me out of the kitchen and down the hall. My body melts against his and I feel his heartbeat, strong and steady.
We enter what I assume is his bedroom and Callum lowers me down on a huge bed with soft sheets. I bask in the glow of my post-orgasm haze as I watch him take in the sight of me on his bed. It occurs to me that aside from my discarded underwear, we’re both fully clothed and I feel the need to right this wrong immediately.
“I’m going to need you to be wearing fewer clothes,” I demand and the corners of his mouth turn up into a lazy smile. He reaches behind him, gripping the back of his shirt and pulling it off. The blood that’s just made its way back to my head deserts it again as I unabashedly gawk at his toned chest. I’ve long suspected that he’s been hiding a washboard stomach underneath his many t-shirts. I was right.
“How’s that?” I run my hand over his abs and his breath catches at my touch.
“Progress,” I say and he slowly undoes his belt and jeans before removing them too. Standing before me almost naked, the man is breathtaking.
“Better?”
“So close.” I reach for his boxer briefs, but he stops me before I can push them down.
“You’ve got some catching up to do, Lois.” Instead of being embarrassed by his intense gaze, I feel emboldened. I push myself up on the bed so I’m kneeling in front of him. Grabbing my dress from the hem, I pull it up and over my head in one smooth motion. We stand before one another, not touching, barely breathing. I remove my bra, my eyes never leaving his face as he stares at my body hungrily.
“Are you just going to stand there, Clark?”
He shakes his head slowly. “I’m not done looking at you yet.” I look longingly at his obvious arousal and honestly don’t know how long I can wait to have him inside me.
“Can you look a little faster?”
He laughs out loud at my question then pulls me against him and kisses me senseless. His hands feel like they’re everywhere all at once. If I didn’t know better, I would swear he had more than two. One hand makes its way up my stomach and softly caresses the edge of my breast. My nipples tighten in response to his touch, and I let out a gasp as his thumb brushes across the sensitive bud. Encouraged by the noise, he runs his thumb back and forth, faster and faster, finally giving it a light squeeze with his fingers.
Spurred on by my increasing need, I run my hands around the waistband of his boxer-briefs, slipping them down past his ass as he works the underwear down the rest of the way.
We pull back from each other and I allow myself to take him in. My mouth goes dry at the sight of him fully naked.
“Alright then.” I take my time, running my hands over his torso, marveling at the sight and feel of him. “How do you want me?”
“Fuck, Maggie,” he grunts, dipping his head into my neck. “How don’t I want you?” He moves me back until I’m sitting on the bed, then slides me back towards him. He pulls open a drawer on his bedside table and grabs a condom. I watch him with anticipation as he tears it open and slides it on. He kneels on the bed and hooks my legs around his hips. I wrap one arm around his neck and use the other to brace myself against the bed. He slides into me excruciatingly slowly, allowing me time to take him in. When he’s finally buried inside me, he rests his forehead against mine.
“Hold on tight.”
He starts to move and there is nothing tentative about it. Considering I just had back-to-back orgasms, I’m amazed at how my body is greedily chasing a third. We move in perfect unison, like dance partners completely in sync with one another. Everytime his hips dip into me, mine rise up to meet him, not able to take being apart. I moan loudly when he finds the angle that hits exactly where I need him.
He picks up his pace and I whimper as I grip the bed for support, getting closer to my release with every stroke. “That’s it, Maggie. I want to hear you.” The need in his voice pushes me to the edge and I cry out. I feel myself pulsing around him and his pace quickens. Thrusting himself deep inside me, and then with a curse and a shudder he joins me in oblivion. He collapses onto me and we cling to each other like two castaways lost at sea.
“You said you were only going to make me come twice.” I’m startled by how foreign my own voice sounds in my ears.
“Another important business lesson.” He rolls off of me, still catching his breath. “Set slightly lower expectations, then aim to outperform them.” He gets up to remove the condom before lying back down next to me. We lie here, not saying anything. I listen to my breathing return to normal and feel my heart beat slow.
“Are you okay?” he asks. He’s lying on his side, his bicep acting as a make-shift pillow. The gravity of our impulsiveness has clearly set in and his face is filled with apprehension.
“The fact that you’re asking me that tells me that you’ve never had three consecutive orgasms,” I deadpan and his body shakes with laughter and obvious relief.
“You’re right, I haven’t.”
