Page 17 of On Thin Ice

She sighs and I feel the weight of unwanted expectation fall from her shoulders.

“Ok,” she breathes, “I just didn’t want you thinking anything was going to happen tonight.”

I grip her chin and lift it, forcing her eyes to meet mine. “I didn’t invite you to stay so I could get into your pants Callie, I know you're not ready yet. I said I’d earn your trust and me trying to fuck you any chance I get — as much as I want to,” I flash her a cheeky grin and her mouth tempts her to smile back. “Isn’t going to achieve what I want here. I want you to trust me before we do anything that we can’t take back and I know you’re not there yet.”

Her eyes change as she listens to my words, every single one of them true and I'm desperate for her to believe what I say.

“I’ll wait as long as I need to, I'm in no rush.” I say, kissing the dusting of freckles on her cheek lightly and releasing her chin from my grip. She doesn’t look away from me though and I watch the disbelief filter in, followed by something I can’t decipher.

Before I have a chance to say anything else she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls my lips down to her’s. I suffocate in her fruity taste, her tongue teasing mine, hot and wet and I almost bust in my boxers right then. She flips the duvet off us and climbs into my lap, straddling my thighs and pressing her warm, beating pussy right against my semi hard cock. Our lips haven’t parted even for a moment since she grabbed me and pulled my mouth onto her’s.

There’s an alarm blaring inside my head though, as amazing and fucking electric as this is, I don’t want her to do something she’s going to regret. I grab her ass in my palm, groping and squeezing the cushiony flesh, making her groan wildly into my mouth. My hands run up her bare back under the thin material of my t-shirt, her skin burning with desire. I don’t know how to stop this, I don’t want to stop this but I know that I should. “Callie,” I say between sucking on her lips and her teeth digging into mine. “What are you doing?”

Her breath is airy, so fucking sexy when she says against my mouth, “Changing my mind.”

Fuck me, what am I supposed to say to that?

Her hands are tight in my brown curls, passionately yanking my mouth to her, cementing our lips together. I’m still kissing her when I feel her run her fingers under the elastic of my boxers. My cock jumps for joy, he thinks he’s finally getting some tonight from the only girl who’s been able to make him hard since the day I met her.

“Are you sure?” I pant, my swollen lips brushing against her’s as I make another desperate attempt to dissuade her from having sex with me. I think I must have completely lost my mind to be trying to stop her from doing this, when this was all I wanted from the beginning. But things have changed, at least in my mind.

She sighs and cups my face between her hands, brushing our noses together. “Yes, I'm sure.”

But my brain is still battling, trying to get through and win this fight. I know Callie can easily break me on this, there’s no way I’m going to stop her when her hands are in places I’ve always dreamed of them being. But at least I can say I fought to the death.

“Callie…wait,” I say, gripping her hips and sliding her down my thighs a little, away from my aching cock. “I thought we were taking this slow, and this doesn’t feel very slow.”

She fists her hips, showing me the little tiger in her that I love. “You don’t want to have sex with me?”

Oh. My. God.

I groan, burying my face behind my hands. “Oh course I do, I really fucking want to but I don’t want to ruin this progress that we’re making.” Then a wide grin takes over her face before she shuffles back up my legs again, our chests pressed against each other. I wrap my arms around her waist and haul her closer.

“We are taking things slow, we’re getting to know each other and spending time together. But I can’t fucking wait any longer, I'm so damn turned on by you and it’s making me insane.” She whispers, her mouth hovering over mine as I struggle for words, any more words to make her think this through again. I come up with absolutely nothing though before her lips are against my ear, her warm breath tickling me. “I need you to fuck me Sean.”

Ok, I give up.

I don’t need to hear another word before I smash our mouths together again. Our lips are everywhere, sucking and nipping at each other, but it’s not enough. I flip our bodies and lay her down on the bed, slipping my tshirt over her head and tossing it to the ground behind me. She’s wearing a bright pink lingerie set, the lace barely covering all the parts of her I’ve been dying to see. I stand up, admiring her every curve and the soft, creamy skin that follows them before pushing my thumbs under the elastic of my boxers. I’m fighting with them, she’s made me so damn horny it’s a battle to get them down my legs. Callie props herself up on her elbows when my dick bounces out, saying hello to her.

She gulps hard, her throat bobbing and I know I’m in for a treat.

Chapter 15

Callie

“Wow, that is one pretty dick.” I say, eyes wide and lips moist. “I can see why everyone wanted a ride on that thing.”

Sean grins with pride, fisting his cock in his hand. “I know.”

I purse my lips at him and sit up straight. “And you ruined it.” “No,” His eyes crease with panic, “no I didn’t, I still get to have sex with you right?”

Imagine if Sean’s big head ruined this moment, the moment I was finally admitting out loud that I wanted him.

“Sean, that’s not fitting inside me,” I swallow again, my eyes still wide as I watch him run his hand up and down his painfully hard dick. A smirk covers his entire face, eyebrows rising with arrogance. “Thought you’d seen bigger?”

I roll my eyes and then cross one bare leg over the other. “Maybe I underestimated you a little…or a lot. I mean how big is that thing?” I’m still mesmerised by his hand movements and I momentarily want to beg him to switch with me, to let me wrap my hands around him and send him into orbit.

“9.3 inches,” He grins, flashing his teeth at me as I lick my lips and gulp hard again.

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