Page 54 of The Fun Part
He chuckles and releases me.
I finally manage to get the door open, shut it, and lock it behind us. Then I grab his hand, leading him upstairs, turning on lights as I go.
Once in my room, I turn on the bedside lamp and face him, stripping out of my dress. He sucks in air as he takes me in wearing only panties, a strapless bra, and heels. The moment I step out of my heels, he wraps his arms around me.
“Let me do the rest.” His voice is gravelly, scraping against my insides. He kisses along the column of my neck as he removes the bra, shifting to kiss and lick my breast before drawing my nipple into his mouth with a hard suck. I moan, my head dropping back.
He gives the other breast the same treatment, the tug of pleasure a direct line to my sex. His hands slide down my sides, slipping under the edges of my panties and peeling them down.
“God, Mackenzie, you’re so sexy.”
He makes me feel sexy. “Thank you. Your turn.”
“Not yet. Lie on your back and spread your legs for me.”
I comply, used to his commands in the bedroom. He directs the action, and my surrender is the ultimate pleasure for both of us.
He settles between my legs, shifting down to give me one long lick. My breath shudders out. He places my leg over his shoulder and then the other, leaving me wide open to his touch. A long moment passes where he just gazes at me. I whimper, dying for his touch.
“Cal, please, I need you so much.”
“Good, baby, that’s what I like to hear.” He strokes with his fingers, delicately parting my folds before his tongue joins the action. My hips jerk. He hums against me, the vibrations rocking me to my core.
And then he slides a finger inside me as he works magic with his mouth. I rock helplessly against him, racing to the peak that’s just out of reach. His name is a litany on my lips until no sound is possible. My fingers clutch the sheets as he takes me on a never-ending pleasure ride, pushing for more and more and more.
“I’m close,” I say urgently, and he backs off. I grip his hair, desperate, canting my hips up.
He lifts his head. “I want to play with you more.”
I whimper as he laps gently. Oh God, I’m so achy and needy. I need him to fill me. I need release. I lift my head, propping up on my elbows. “Cal, please.”
He smiles, pushes me flat on my back, and continues the sweet torture. I collapse, throwing my arms wide in complete surrender. He immediately ratchets up the pace, the pressure. My surrender unleashes the beast.
My head thrashes on the pillow as the room fades from view, my senses dimming except for the white-hot pleasure at my center as Cal owns my body. He crooks his finger, pressing up at the same time as he takes and takes and takes. The release slams into me, and I cry out, bucking against his hold. He keeps me close, guiding me through wave after wave of pleasure until I’m spent.
He shifts away. I hear the rustle of the condom wrapper from my nightstand, and then he’s back, sliding deep into me. He groans into my neck. I wrap my arms and legs around him. Finally, the empty ache is filled.
He lifts his head and kisses me. “So good. It’s so good with you.”
“It’s us.”
He starts to move, keeping a slow and steady rhythm, pushing as deep as he can go. He slides a hand under my hip and angles me up to take more of him. Something about the angle hits just right. I grab his ass and pull him closer, needing more. He gives me exactly what I need, pumping hard and fast, both of us racing to release. My climax hits in a rush, my insides clasping him rhythmically.
He lets go of his tight control, pounding into me until his own release hits. He throws his head back with a groan. A few moments later, he shifts to collapse next to me on the bed.
I turn off the bedside lamp and flop back on the mattress, too spent to do anything but float in the aftermath of pleasure. Long moments pass in mutual blissed-out exhaustion.
Eventually, he pulls me into his side, and I rest my head on his chest with a satisfied smile.
He kisses my hair. “How long do you think it’ll take to get each other out of our systems?”
Out of our systems?
The words are like a splash of cold water. This is just sex for him. I’m the best personfor sex. I’m such an idiot, reading into something that wasn’t there.
I turn the bedside lamp back on and stare down at him. “What do you mean get each other out of our systems?”
“All this crazy sex. Eventually, we’ll get it all out of our systems.”
