Page 78 of Just Breathe

“Mouth watering,” Callum whispered. He grabbed my foot, lifting it up as he leaned down to place kisses up my leg and occasionally nipped and sucked, making me so needy, I was panting and craving a release. He rested my leg on his shoulder.

“Cal,” I moaned as he reached exactly where I wanted him to be and the anticipation got the best of me.

“Mmm,” he moaned, close to my sweet spot. He stopped just shy of touching me, driving me crazy. He rubbed his nose along my slit, inhaling again as shivers ran through my body.

“Fuck Cal, quit teasing me,” I moaned as he did the same thing again.

He chuckled, diving right in, licking me from bottom to top. He reached my clit, gently kissing me, softly sucking on it, and the best chill of pleasure ran through my body. I ran a hand through his hair as I bucked my hips for more friction. Damn, he was good at this. He mixed it up with licking, sucking and finally he inserted a finger.

Lifting my hips up again, I groaned, gripping his hair. I felt that familiar tingle. As I leaned back in the door, I felt my body tighten in the most delicious way. I moaned, not giving a shit, relishing this fucking glorious feeling. He licked and sucked until my body was bucking with too much sensation.

He stopped his assault, putting my leg down and getting up from his knees with his hand against my waist, like I could fall at any moment. “You taste delicious.” He licked his fingers, giving me bedroom eyes that were sexy enough to give me another orgasm. My legs felt like jelly. As if reading my mind he lifted me up bridal style and walked me to the bedroom. He kissed me as he put me down, letting me taste myself in his kiss. I pulled his shirt from his pants, unbuttoning it as we continued kissing. I finally got his shirt unbuttoned, running my hands up to push the shirt off, feeling every ridge of muscle he had on his gorgeous body.

Cal pulled away to kiss down my neck, running his hand around me to my zipper. He bit and sucked on my neck as I pulled on his belt, trying to get it unbuckled. All this anticipation was making me anxious. I fumbled with his belt again when he pulled away, leaving the back of my dress open and me panting like crazy. He bit his lip, looking at me up and down. That sexy gaze met my own, and he looked so aroused. It surprised me he was so patient.

“Jane, you really need to learn some patience,” he chastised me like what he had in mind was worth the wait.

He slowly unbuckled his belt then undid his button and zipper. He pulled his pants and boxers down in one motion, kicking his pants away from us. I slowly looked down at his body and looked at that monster between his legs. I wasn’t one to admire dick, not that I had seen many dicks in my life, but Cal had to be the biggest by far. I licked my lips in anticipation, thinking this might hurt a little, but I always did like a bit of pain with my pleasure.

He stroked his penis as I pulled my dress down my body, letting it pool at my feet. He pushed me back, so I fell on the bed, looking down at me with a predatory gaze. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life, but the way he looked at me made me feel so sexy. Callum started at my feet again, giving them kisses before making his way up to my thighs, biting and licking. He rubbed his nose along my slit again before sucking on my clit so hard I yelped. He kissed my nub before he ran his tongue up my stomach and took a nipple into his mouth. I moaned at the distinct sensations he was making me feel.

“Fuck Cal.” My hips bucked as he sucked on my nipple while he tweaked the other. I reached down to stroke his cock, taking his pre-cum and rubbing it around his head. He moaned into my breast, making him take a bite that made me gasp. “Cal, fuck me,” I moaned as he switched sides.

“Patience,” he snarled, looking up at me, making my stomach clench.

“Fuck patience, haven’t you ever heard of instant gratification?” I tugged on him roughly, hoping he would get the hint I was over waiting.

“Haven’t you ever heard that patience is a virtue?” He chuckled, but he stopped quickly when I upped my speed on jerking him off. “Jane,” he growled in warning, but I didn’t care. I wanted him in me now.

He pulled my hand up over my head, pinning me down, and did the same to the other one. “You want this cock in you?” He nipped at my earlobe. “You want me to fuck you hard?” He sucked on my neck as I nodded my head, as I pictured him doing just that. “I didn’t expect you to be a greedy woman, but since I’m so turned on, I’ll allow it this one time.” I didn’t have time to process what he said before he lifted my leg over my shoulder and slammed into me.

I cried out in shock, pain, and pleasure. He pulled right back out, only to give me one slow delicious stroke and grinding into me. I moaned at finally feeling full, almost too full as I looked up at him in triumph as he picked up the pace. He was pushing me towards another orgasm, but I had never been one to come more than once. I tried to pull my arms down to touch myself, but he held on tight.

I let out a whine, feeling the need to touch myself and bring myself to an orgasm. I wouldn’t be able to orgasm unless I touched myself and I wasn’t lucky enough to be one of those girls who could get off on just penetration.

Cal kept going, making me writhe in pleasure. I felt myself on the edge of an orgasm, just shy of going over the edge. I pulled again, and he shook his head, leaning down to put a nipple in his mouth. He sucked, swirled his tongue, and then sucked hard.

I moaned as I bucked my hips up, wanting more friction. I was so close. “Not yet, Jane,” his voice commanded.

“Cal,” I cried out in frustration but loving this dominant side of him.

He slowed down his strokes, teasing me, showing me who was in charge. I was so lost in the sensations, I was delirious as I pushed my hips up for more friction or for something to send me over the edge. I was a bundle of energy that I’ve never experienced before. It felt like each stroke was just enough pleasure but not enough to bring me to orgasm.

“That’s it, baby,” he panted. “You’re almost there.” Picking up his pace, punishing me with his deep strokes, as I tried to catch my breath. He let go of my arms and lifted my other leg over his shoulder, getting a deep angle that hit just the right spot.

“Holy shit, Callum,” I panted, squirming around at the intense sensation I had never felt before. He switched positions, bringing my right leg over his right shoulder, lifting my lower body and ramming into me. I cried out as he hit that spot, and I tensed up when his fingers found my clit.

I moaned, almost screaming, feeling the tingles all over my body. He kept his paced up while rubbing my clit and I grabbed my breast, playing with my nipple. Before I knew it, my orgasm hit me like a mack truck, making me yell. My back bowed at the onslaught of sensations. He kept up his pace, keeping my orgasm going before his thrusts became erratic and he growled out his own release.

His look of ecstasy was so hot I wanted to see it again and again. We were both covered in sweat, panting, and I couldn’t remember the last time I was so satisfied. He pulled out, releasing my legs to kiss me. His kiss was soft, slow, and sensual. He gave me a chaste kiss before he rolled out of bed into the bathroom. I stretched out my body, feeling so relaxed that I rolled over and closed my eyes, not even struggling to fall asleep.

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As I rolled over in bed, I heard knocking. The bed shifted as I tried to wake up but felt so groggy. I groaned as I stretched my body, feeling sore in a place I hadn’t felt sore in a while. I quickly opened my eyes, remembering the night with Cal, instantly feeling the heat in my cheeks.

He woke me in the middle of the night for a repeat session, but something that felt more urgent. He was a great lover, attentive and dominating. I didn’t know sex could be like this. Sex with Henry was sweet and vanilla, we never did anything remotely close to what I did yesterday. I was out of my element, but it was something I wanted to explore more. Could sex be like this with all of them? I blushed as that thought crossed my mind.

The bedroom door opened as Cal, in just boxers, pushed in a cart with breakfast. I made sure the sheet was covering me as he walked in, smiling at me. I don’t know why I felt shy, but the need to cover myself was idiotic. He saw everything last night and became very intimate with most parts of me.

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