Page 65 of Breakaway Hearts

She drags in a slow breath and then nods, lifting it over her head. I can tell the first thing she wants to do is cover herself up, so the second she drops the cami, I take her hands in mine, lacing our fingers together as we gaze at the mirror.

“What about now?” I breathe. “What do you see now?”

“I…” She grimaces slightly. “My breasts. They’re so—”

“Perfect?” I grin, giving her hands a squeeze before releasing them so I can grab her breasts instead. I squeeze and knead them, loving the way they feel beneath my fingers. “Look how well they fill my hands, Firefly. Look at that, and tell me they’re not perfect.”

I pluck at her nipples to emphasize my point, and she leans back against me, her eyelids fluttering again as she squeezes her thighs together.

“You make them feel perfect,” she admits with a soft sigh, but I shake my head.

“Nope.Idon’t make them anything. They just are. That’s all you.”

She chuckles, rolling her eyes at me, but then her mouth falls open as I tweak her nipples harder.

A gorgeous flush is rising up her chest, and I can’t stop staring at it. I’ve seen this blush before—last night when she was on her knees for me, and the time she got herself off with her vibrator—but I’ve never gotten quite such a perfect view of it, and I’m fucking obsessed with the color.

I keep playing with her breasts until she’s arching into my touch, pressing more of them into my hands, and when I finally release them, she blinks at me in the mirror, her chest rising and falling fast.

“Take these off too,” I urge, resting my hands lightly on the waistband of her pants. “I want to see all of you. In the light. Every fucking part.”

It would be easy enough to slide them down over her curvaceous hips myself, but I don’t want to be the one to do it. I want it to be her. I want to see her undress for me, want her to take the lead.

Callie doesn’t hesitate for long this time. Her hands shake a little as they slide over mine, and then she pushes her shorts and panties down, letting them fall to the floor.

For a second, I don’t say a word. I fuckingcan’t.

There’s a reason I never let myself think about what my best friend would look like naked—because if I did, it would’ve ruined me.

“Perfect,” I finally murmur, meaning every fucking syllable.

Callie blushes, her gaze falling to the floor, but her focus snaps back up to the mirror again when I slide my hands down her sides. I cup her ass, squeezing a handful of it, then press closer, letting her feel how hard I am as I slip my other hand between her legs.

I tease her curls, eliciting a plaintive little noise from her, then drag my finger along her slit. I press it inside her just a little, and we both groan.

“Fucking gorgeous,” I say softly. “I want to put my face right here, baby. I want to bury my head between these beautiful, thick thighs and feast on you.”

A small tremor works through her body in response to my words, and my cock pulses. I started this as a way to show her that her insecurities aren’t objective facts, that the things she sees as flaws are the opposite in my eyes, but I’m just as affected by having my hands on her as she is. It’s driving me fucking crazy, pulling words out of me that are probably more honest than I should allow. But I can’t stop myself. We’re in this thing now, and as long as we’re doing this friends with benefits arrangement, I don’t know if I can hold myself back. I sure as hell don’twantto.

I keep going, both of us watching in the mirror as my finger slides in and out of her wet pussy. My other hand moves to her breast again, working her nipple until she’s grinding back against me. She told me she wasn’t made for harsh lighting, but she was one thousand percent made for this. The way the light streaming in from the window highlights every curve and valley of her body makes her look like a goddamn work of art, like a sculpture come to life.

“I need to taste you,” I rasp. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to since that first time I watched you get yourself off. I was dying to know what you tasted like that night. Can I?”

She nods breathlessly, the color in her cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink. But when I step back and take her hand, leading her toward the bed, she looks confused.

I chuckle, crawling up onto the mattress and lying flat on my back. “Oh, I haven’t forgotten that you got on your knees for me last night. And I plan to return the favor, I promise. But right now, I have something else in mind. I want you to ride my face.”

Her eyes widen. “What?”

I tug on her hand, urging her up onto the bed with me. “Oh, you heard me. I know you did.”

She swallows, glancing from the headboard to me as she worries her lip between her teeth. “What ifIlie down, and you—”

“Uh uh.” I shake my head firmly. “I want you fuckingdrippingon my face, Firefly. I don’t want to miss a drop, and the only way that’s gonna happen is if you’re sitting”—I tap my bottom lip with one finger—“right here.”

She gapes at me for a second, then shakes her head. But I’m pleased to see that instead of looking as awkward or embarrassed as she did earlier, she looks amused.

“For fuck’s sake,” she mutters. “When I asked you to be my sex tutor, I had no idea you were such a fiend.”

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