by Iona Rose
I want to pull back, to get control of myself and make this last forever, but Callie is addictive and I don’t want my cock to ever leave her mouth. I moan as she takes me all the way into her mouth, her hand playing with my balls, kneading them and sending shivers of delicious ecstasy through my body. I can feel the heat of her mouth again, as she swallows the champagne. I feel her throat closing and then opening again, brushing the tip of my cock and making me gasp in a tortured breath.
I thrust my hips. I want to hold back, but I can’t. I can’t help myself when I’m around her – she takes me to the edge so quickly, pushing me past anything I’ve ever felt before.
I thrust again, working my cock against her tongue and her lips. I need the release only she can give me.
She has other ideas though, and when she senses I’m about to hit the point of no return, she slips me out of her mouth, exposing my cock to the cool air.
It helps to calm me down, but at the same time, I miss those lips, her probing, licking tongue. I look down at her as I fight to get enough air, to stop my head from spinning and my cock from screaming for more.
Callie meets my eyes and smiles up at me. She runs her tongue over her lips and I moan low in my throat, knowing she’s tasting me, watching her enjoy the taste. She gets to her feet and pushes my shoulders back.
I scoot backwards and she gets onto the bed, her legs straddling me. My skin comes to life where her inner thighs touch me, tingling and itching for more. She bends forward and kisses me. Her lips are slightly sticky from the champagne and she tastes as sweet as ever. I run my hands up and down her back, over her ass, cupping her cheeks and bringing her closer to me. I lightly scrape my nails down along her sides, enjoying the way she gasps slightly as I make shivers run through her body. She kisses me harder and I move my hands up her body, pushing them into her hair as she hovers above me, supporting herself on her hands and knees.
She moves back from the kiss, pulling her lips from mine and smiling down at me. Her eyes sparkle as she takes me in. She moves her mouth back out of my reach and lowers herself a little, running her hard nipples over my chest, teasing me, making trails of goose bumps burst out on my skin.
She lowers her hips, moving her slit over my cock. She moves back and forth, rubbing herself over my cock. She does it in a way that makes me want to just let go and lose control. She applies enough pressure to make my skin tingle, but not enough to bring me any sort of relief. I can tell by her panting breaths that she’s teasing herself every bit as much as she’s teasing me with her feather light touch.
She dips lower for a moment, pressing her mound against my cock and I suck in a rasping breath as a pulse of powerful lust floods my body.
I fight to stay in control of myself as Callie teases my body, bringing all of my senses to life. I can smell her. She smells of sweet perfume and raging pheromones, and I can smell her sweet juices, her lust.
I want to grab her shoulders, to slam her onto her back and fuck her tight little pussy, but I don’t want this to be over. It’s fucking agonizing, but in a delicious way.
Callie bends her head and runs her tongue across my chest. She moves her head back and then she nips my ear lobe in her teeth.
I can feel her warm breath on my ear, my neck. Does she know she’s driving me absolutely crazy? I think she does. I think she knows and she’s loving knowing the effect she can have on me.
She kisses down my neck and then she runs her tongue over my chest, over my nipples. She moves back to my neck and nibbles the skin there. Finally, her mouth is back on mine, but this time, she holds herself back, brushing her lips across mine so lightly, I wonder if I really felt them at all. The light touch only makes me want her more, and once more, I see myself grabbing her, throwing her down and fucking her until she’s raw. I try to get the image back out of my head. It does nothing to control the fire inside of me, but now I’ve seen it, I can’t seem to blink it away.
She straightens back up and I look at her, straddling me. That pushes the image away, but it replaces it with a better one, one that makes my cock pulse. She looks amazing, her body coated in a light sheen of sweat, her skin glowing. Her hair cascades over her shoulders and her face is flushed with desire. Her lips are parted, her breath coming faster as she rocks her hips, rubbing herself on my cock again. I can feel her juices coating me. She’s so fucking wet and I need to be inside of her.
She still isn’t quite ready to give us both the release we need. Instead, she reaches behind herself with one hand and encases my cock in her fist. She moves her hand up and down, slowly, teasing me more. I moan low in my throat, a moan filled with primal need. Callie smiles at me and then her fist begins to move faster and just like that, I am back on the edge. My fists grab the sheet beneath me, twisting it as pleasure floods my body. It’s agony holding myself back, but I can’t come yet. I have to be inside of her, to claim her pussy as mine before I let go.
I open my mouth to tell her to stop, that I need to reign myself back in, but before I can say anything, she lifts her hips and plunges herself down onto my cock. Her pussy opens for me, taking my cock into her as she comes down, impaling herself on me. I feel her tight little pussy stretching over my cock. I feel her warmth, her wet, slippery passage and it’s almost too much. I bite down on the inside of my mouth, feeling the stinging pain, concentrating on that for a moment until the immense pressure in my lower stomach eases up a little.
She closes her eyes and begins to move slowly up and down on me. I can’t do this. I can’t take anymore teasing. My cock is screaming, every nerve ending in my whole body is screaming. I have to get some relief. I have to fuck her, hard and fast and give us both what we need.
I sit up and reach for Callie. I grab her around the waist, holding her tightly against me. I kiss the tip of her nose, her lips, and I move my hands to her shoulders and buck my hips, flipping her. She lands on her back with me on top of her. She stretches her face up to meet my kiss as she wraps her legs around my waist. She uses the soles of her feet, pressing them against my ass cheeks, pushing me further in. She moans as I fill her all the way up. I can feel her sweet, tight walls holding me fast inside of her. My moan joins hers as I move, working us both into a frenzy of passionate kisses and grabbing hands.
She is close too, I can feel her pussy tightening as I thrust into her, fast and relentless. She moans into my mouth as I move inside of her. I kiss her neck and then I look down into her lust filled eyes as her face twists and she moans again.
I keep thrusting, knowing by Callie’s face that I’m hitting the right spot. She reaches behind her head with both hands, gripping the slats of the headboard in her fists. She presses her head back, exposing her flawless throat as her pussy contracts. I run my tongue up her throat and her moan becomes louder.
“Oh my God, Matt. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Yes, Yes,” she shouts as I pound into her.
Her words tail off becoming an unintelligible scream. I stop trying to hold myself back and I come with Callie, a powerful orgasm that slams through my whole body, pinning me in place on top of Callie as she writhes beneath me. I have never felt an orgasm as intense as this one. I can feel it in every inch of my body, pleasure exploding through me, bringing me to life in a way I’ve never felt before.
Her pussy is squeezing me now as she hits the peak of her climax. It holds my cock in place as I spurt into her, imprisoning me, forcing every last drop of my seed from me and into her. I spurt again, calling out Callie’s name as her pussy finally relaxes. I feel my rigid muscles turn to warm jelly and I allow myself to flop down on her for a moment. She holds me against her, panting against my shoulder. I bury my face into her neck, breathing in the warm saltiness of her skin, taking a moment to feel her bare skin against mine.
Finally, I roll to the side and lay on my back beside her. I already miss her touch, the way she moans and writhes beneath me. She doesn’t hold herself back when I fuck her and I like that. I like how I can send her over the edge, how I
can affect her as much as she can affect me.
I can hear her trying to get herself back under control as I do the same. Our breaths come in a matching set of raspy pants. The air I suck in smells of sex, of her. It’s intoxicating. I want to be able to smell her scent beside me every night for the rest of my life. I never want to let her go again. I won’t let her go. I can’t.
Her fingers edge closer to mine across the mattress, and I feel them against my own. I turn my hand and she slips hers into it. I hold her hand, palm to palm, and even that, the most innocence of contact makes me want her again.
When I can breathe normally again, and my muscles no longer feel like liquid, I roll onto my side and prop myself up on one elbow.
Callie turns to face me and she smiles at me.
Now, I feel like my heart will explode.
I reach out and put my palm flat on her hip and she moves closer. Her eyes are starting to close and I run my fingers gently up and down her side.
“I’m so sorry Matt,” Callie mumbles, almost asleep.
“What for?” I ask her. What could she possibly be sorry for after what we’ve just done?
“I think I spilled champagne on your carpet,” she says with a sleepy smile.
I laugh. “I can live with that. You can spill anything you want to if you do that afterwards.”
She laughs softly. I move my hand, shifting slightly and putting my head on the pillow beside hers. She smiles again and I kiss her forehead. She wraps her arm around my waist and when her eyes slip closed again, they don’t open. I wrap my arm around her, holding her against me, loving the heavy feeling of her arm draped across me.
I watch her sleeping, her face relaxed, her mouth open a little bit. She’s so fucking beautiful. I want to kiss her back awake, make love to her again, but I don’t, because I know if I wake her, I’ll have to ask the question that’s burning inside of me. The one I’m afraid of the answer to.
Was tonight just because she got caught up in the moment, or does it mean she’s forgiven me?
Of course, I’ll have to get the answer to that question at some point, but not right now.
Right now, I just want to cling to the hope inside of me and the beautiful woman beside me, and not think about anything except the way Callie feels in my arms.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Callie
I wake up and stretch, wincing slightly as my back cracks. I sit up and wince again as my tender pussy presses against the mattress. I shift positions, smiling to myself as I remember last night. Matts’ face was a picture when he came out onto the balcony and found me waiting for him with my dress around my hips and my panties gone.
The memory makes my clit tingle, and I turn my head, looking beside me for Matt, but he’s not there. I check the time. It’s only eight thirty so it’s not like I’ve massively overslept. Matt must have woken early and not wanted to disturb me. He could have. There are certain ways he could have woken me that I would have been more than happy about.
I promised myself I wasn’t going to have sex with him until I was certain he was the same man he had always been, but apparently, I have no will power. Well no, actually that’s not it. I guess I just decided that if I was going to give Matt a second chance, and we were actually going to stand a chance of making it work, then we had to do the things we had always done. And if I’m being totally honest, I just can’t help myself. He turns me on so much, and the thought of being around him, but not letting him hold me or kiss me or fuck me is too much. I know I said I wanted to take things slowly, but let's be honest here. We’re already way past that point.
I’m still not really sure about this whole thing. I mean don’t get me wrong, I think I can get past what’s happened, especially now I know my promotion was nothing to do with Matt. That bothered me more than him hiding his identity from me. It felt too close to whoring myself out.
Last night, Matt was sweet and attentive, which in fairness… he always has been. And I know he’s making a real effort to open up to me. He told me several personal stories last night. I guess my issue isn’t with him, it’s with me. I worry that we’re just too different. Not as people, as people, we’re pretty similar. But our life experiences are worlds apart, and I don’t know if we can get past that.
I don’t see myself ever fitting into Matt’s world. And right now, he might like the idea of being with a bit of rough, but for how long? But what about his family? It’s one thing for him to say they’re down to earth and all that, but how are they going to react when they find out he’s seeing Jane Nobody? Will they think I’m just some opportunistic little gold digger, or will they humor me, let Matt have his Cinderella moment and then move on with his life?
I sigh and stand up. I told him I was willing to give us a chance, and I meant it. I have to put these thoughts to one side, take it one day at a time, and just see how it goes. It’s hard though. It’s hard to take things slow when you love someone. And I’m afraid to let myself love him in case I lose him.
My stomach growls and I shake my head. Why am I always so damned hungry? I look around for my clothes. I see Matt’s shirt and slip that on instead. It covers me to my mid-thigh and it’ll work nicely for breakfast. I fasten up enough buttons to cover myself and I move through to the living room, humming to myself.
Ok I admit it. I’m happy. Being with Matt makes me happy, so I’m going to let go of everything else and just focus on that. Surely, when all is said and done, that’s all that really matters.
I spot a plate piled high with food and a glass of orange juice on the kitchen counter and I move closer. The plate has two croissants, some strawberries, and a huge pile of bacon. Beside it is a note which I pick up and read.
Callie,
Sorry, something came up and I had to go to work. There’s fresh coffee in the pot. I’ve left you breakfast out, but help yourself to anything else you want.
Matt x
Anything else? Holy shit, how much does he think I can eat? I can’t help but laugh as I go to the coffee pot and pour myself a cup. I take it back to the seat I sat in last night at the dining table so I can sit and look out over the city. I grab a croissant and a few of the strawberries. I tell myself that’s enough, and then I reconsider and take two rows of bacon too. I’ve eaten the bacon and the strawberries, and I’m halfway through the croissant when I hear the door open.
“How was work?” I ask.
“Perfect babe,” a voice that isn’t Matt’s answers me. “How sweet of you to ask.”
I turn around quickly, wondering who the hell it is. I feel a stab of fear which disappears when I see Sebastian.
He walks towards the kitchen and pours himself a mug of coffee. “Nice shirt,” he comments.
“Thanks. I like yours as well.” I grin.
“Yeah? I think mine would look better on you,” he says.
I feel heat rising to my cheeks. Partly because of Sebastian’s comment and partly because I am suddenly extremely conscious of the fact I’m not wearing any underwear.
I’m pleased when Sebastian sits down opposite me with his coffee. At least now the table hides my lower half and the shirt is buttoned high enough to cover my breasts. “So what brings you here so early?” I ask.
“Well, I wanted to see you obviously.” Sebastian winks. “I wanted to make sure you hadn’t been a figment of my imagination.”
I roll my eyes and he laughs.
“Okay, seriously, I was hoping to catch Matt before he left for work. Is he still in bed?”
“No, he’s already left,” I say.
“And yet, you’re still here. So it must be serious. Does that mean I’ve missed my chance to steal you away?” Sebastian says.
I don’t even know how to begin to answer that. Of course, I’m not going to let him steal me away as he so eloquently puts it, but are Matt and I serious? I just don’t know, and I’m certainly not going to start debating it with Sebastian.
“Hey, I’m just joking,” Sebastian says
when I don’t answer. “I’m not really in the habit of trying to steal my brother’s girlfriend. Unless of course she wants me to, and then that’s different isn’t it? It’s almost like a public service.”
I feel the corners of my lips turn up slightly. His girlfriend. That’s the only part I focus on. Matt said that to his brother? That I’m his girlfriend. Or has Sebastian just decided that for himself because I’m still here?
Sebastian grins at my confusion and shakes his head. “Well, it looks like that was news to you. Typical Matt. If he can’t tell you, then I will, because I have a good feeling about you. I think you might just be a keeper. Matt is serious about you Callie. You know how much he loves the restaurant right?”
I nod, still trying to process the part where Sebastian is so certain Matt is serious about me.
“He insisted on running the whole operation himself to get the manager caught red handed. But he was willing to throw it all away once he met you. He was so scared you’d hate him once you found out the truth. You don’t do you?”
“Hate him? No, of course not,” I say.
“Well, I figured that seeing as you’re wearing his shirt, but women are weird so I just thought I’d check.” He grins. “You know, just in case you’re not that into him but you have some sort of shirt fetish.”
“I’m only a little bit weird.” I laugh. “And I’m more of a belt fetishist.”
I can feel myself warming to Sebastian. I wasn’t sure of him at first. He seemed cocky and so self-assured the way he swanned in and started flirting with me like he’d known me all of his life. But underneath it all, he seems to really care about Matt. And I love the fact that Matt has talked to his brother about me. It gives me the reassurance I needed that he did care about me the whole time. “So…” I say with a wicked grin. “Do you have any embarrassing stories about Matt as a kid?”