Page 61 of On Thin Ice

I sit down beside her, lifting her floppy arm and placing it over my middle as I shuffle my own arm under her neck and bring her closer to me. She stirs slightly, eyes fluttering open and in a groggy voice she whispers, “You have ice cream?”

I breathe a quiet laugh. “Yeah baby, I have ice cream, you want some?” “God yes,” she replies, sitting up and rubbing her tired eyes with the heels of her palms. “You got my favourite.” She smiles, her freckled cheeks drawing my attention as always, she’s so painfully beautiful. “Of course I did…” I snicker, “well, Molly actually handed it to me from the freezer but—”

“You would have chosen this flavour anyway, because you know it's my favourite.” Callie cuts me off and digs her spoon into the tub of frosty goodness, jamming her full spoon into her mouth and cringing at the cold as it hits her tongue.

Her mouth is packed with ice cream as she murmurs, “You know me so well and I love that.”

I fucking love it too.

Before I can even blink her lips land on mine, cold and sweet from the ice cream and I suck them into my mouth, fighting my way in with my tongue and lapping up any remnants of milky sweetness that’s left. She’s hungry for me, probably hoping this will make her forget about her grief even if it’s only temporary and I'm more than happy to help her feel good, even if it’s only for tonight. Her hands are in my hair, pulling me closer, my own hands in a bruising hold on her hips as I hoist her up into my lap. I feel like I haven’t kissed her like this for years when in reality it’s only been a couple of days, but she’s like a drug to me, without her I'm shaking with addiction. The warmth of her pussy is apparent the minute she’s straddling my waist, grinding on me, desperate for any kind of friction she can get as our tongues battle for dominance. My palms slide up her waist, following the curve of her torso before stopping on either side of her face and reluctantly pulling her lips off mine.

“Baby, are you sure?” I pant, watching her eyes wash with confusion and rejection. “I’m just checking you definitely want to have sex right now, I don’t want you to regret it tomorrow.”

Callie huffs a laugh and pulls my hands from her face. “Don’t be ridiculous Sean, I’d never regret it with you, no matter what the circumstances.”

Do I say it now? I really fucking want to say it now.

“Callie, I…”

Callie’s face twists in confusion again, but this time impatience is definitely there too. “You what Sean? Come on please just say whatever you want to say so you can fuck my brains out.”

I shake my head with a laugh and the urge to say those three words disappears again, this isn’t the right time, it’s like it’s never going to be the right time with this sassy mouthed girl I chose. Instead of saying anything else I flip her over so her body is under mine, fully intending on doing exactly what she wants, fucking her brains out. She claws at my back, pulling my t-shirt over my head and launching it somewhere behind me. “I need you to make me forget,” she breathes into my mouth as I run my palm under her t-shirt and locate her hardened nipple. “Not forever, just for tonight,”

I nod, inhaling her sweet smell. “I can do that,”

I hum as her hand tracks the length of my torso, dipping inside my grey joggers and wrapping perfectly around my cock. Her palm fits over me like a glove, slipping up and down in a motion that could easily make me come all over her hand right now. But I'm desperate to be inside her like I always am, so I pull away, sitting up and undressing as she does the same. We’re like animals, ravaging each other’s bodies and taking exactly what we need from the other. No matter how many times I fuck her, kiss her, hold her, it will never be enough to satisfy me, I'll always need more. She rakes her hands through my curls, kissing me hard as I line myself up at her soaking wet entrance, running my fingers through her moisture and watching her back lift off the bed with pleasure before I sink myself into her. She’s so hot, so wet and the sensation is almost blinding, her pussy tightens around me as I move in and out at a steady pace.

“Fuck Sean, that feels so good,” she wails and I cup my hand over her mouth, her eyes pinging up to mine.

I clamp my lips together to hold back my laugh. “Molly is next door, I don’t think she needs to hear that.”

Callie laughs too, for the first time since her life was turned upside down. “But you do…need to hear that I mean.”

Fuck yeah I do.

I smash my lips down onto her’s again, slipping my cock in and out of her faster, harder, everything she murmurs into my ear. Before I even have chance to flip her over, push into her from behind and see the break taking view that is Callie’s ass jutted up to the sky in front of me, I can feel my dick twitch inside her. She drains me totally dry, her pussy squeezing every last drop of come out of me and I collapse on top of her, taking only a moment to catch my breath before lowering myself down to her still dripping pussy. Her own wetness isn’t the only thing seeping out of her now though, so I grab a tissue and clean the mess up that I made inside of her. She tries to sit up but I push her back down, confusion washing over her beautiful, freckled face.

“You think I'm going to just please myself and forget about the fact you didn’t get to come?” I laugh, “Do you know me at all?”

“Oh,” Callie muses, lying back and burying herself deep into the mattress. “Well, in that case, go right ahead Captain.”

Jesus, I fucking love when she calls me that.

I don’t hesitate to tease her a bit, trailing my tongue around her throbbing clit but not actually touching it at all, hovering over it, but never making direct contact. After only a few seconds Callie is writhing under me and I can see the growing frustration as I watch her, I know her next move before she even makes it. She huffs and groans, reaching down to grab a fistful of my hair and stuff my face between her thighs. I stifle a laugh and get to work pleasing her, lapping my tongue up and down, sucking her pulsing clit between my lips and tasting her sweetness, revealing in the way only I can make her feel.

Her thighs wrap around my face and she groans, “Sean, I’m…I'm…” I slap my hand over her mouth again. “Come on baby, let me taste you.” That’s all I need to say for her to be coming all over my tongue as I lick her clit, soothing to burn from all the nipping and sucking that I did to send her toppling over the edge, watching the orgasm drown her. All I want to do now is wrap my body around her, nuzzle my face into her warm neck and wait for her to fall asleep buried in my chest. Callie has the exact same idea as she twists around to face me, curls tickling my stomach as she sinks her face into me, breathing softly and after only a few minutes she’s taken deep into sleep where I soon follow.

Chapter 49

Callie

Molly has already left for practice when I wake up and make my way out into the kitchen, leaving Sean asleep in my bed. He has to leave today, I know he does and yet he hasn’t mentioned it at all. I’m dreading it, him being gone for a whole month, especially now when I need him more than I think I ever have before. But I have to be strong, keep going on my own and not let myself crumble into a million pieces on the ground when he’s not around.

I turn on the coffee machine, the familiar whirring sound blurring the thoughts spinning around in my mind, the coffee smell invading my senses and bringing a wash of peace with it for a moment. Through the noise of the machine I don’t hear the padding of Sean's footsteps as they approach me from behind, so when his huge arms come around my waist I jump a little, before letting out a relieved breath when his usual woodsy scent cocoons me.

He plants a kiss in the crook of my neck. “Morning beautiful, how are you feeling?”

“You know what? I’m actually feeling ok,” I murmur, pouring the coffee into two mugs and watching the steam billow up towards the ceiling. Sean’s hands slip down to my hips, holding me tightly and tilting his face around to peck my lips softly before taking the coffee from my hand and sipping at it. I turn around to watch him, mesmerised as always by the way his bare torso contracts, the way his dimples deepen when he catches me looking at him and the way his v-shaped pelvis points towards my favourite part of his body that hides under his grey track pants. “What time do you have to leave?” I say, a hint of moisture pooling in my eyes at the thought of him going and not being able to see him for a month. He sips at his coffee again and watches me with an uncertain look in his eye.

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