Page 54 of Baby Maker

Fuck, but she is amazing at giving head. Her mouth is tireless, working me over from base to tip, and it's taking everything in me not to blow my load.

But we have all night, and I plan on stretching out the pleasure for hours.

"I want inside you," I murmur, watching her face alight as she slides up the bed and spreads her thighs, a seductive pout playing on her lips.

"Take me, then." It's such a simple command. Permission to do whatever I want.

Grasping Calli around the waist, I flip her on top of me, my mouth once again licking that magnificent pussy. Her hips gyrate against me as my fingers sink inside her. A soft moan leaves her mouth as I stroke her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

Without warning, she slides down my body, sinking down on my cock in one smooth movement. She clutches my hands, her movements slow and deep as she rides me.

My toes curl from the rising tension, and I try to stamp it down, but Calli senses my need. Leaning forward, her delicious mouth hovers near mine, a coy smile on her face.

"I thought I told you to take me."

A feral growl flies from my lips at her demand. She wants it all? I’ll give her everything. Gripping her ass, I pound into her, deeper and deeper with every thrust. I hold nothing back.

Her whimpers increase as I maintain the tempo. She's so close. I feel her tremble around me as the pleasure rips through her. With a final thrust, she screams out my name, and I empty myself inside her.

Calliope collapses on top of me, our bodies sweaty, sticky, and fully satiated.

She’s pure perfection. Calli is my new favorite drug.

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"I was wonderingwhere you'd gone." The relief on Calli's face is clear as I stroll back into the hotel room. "I thought maybe you'd snuck away in the middle of the night."

"Trust me, I didn't want to leave that bed."

"Then why did you?"

I'm thrilled she's still upbeat and flirty after yesterday. I worried that instead of a post-coital glow, she might be experiencing regret. I've never dated a widow, but I've dated my share of divorcees. I've been privy to their vacillating emotions and guilt over relations with a new man, even if their ex-husband was shit on a stick. In Calliope's case, Nigel was the definition of perfect, and he didn't leave her. He was torn from her life. I only hope I might measure up to her husband.

Lord knows I'm trying.

"I made plans for us for the day. It's gorgeous and unseasonably warm, so I thought a picnic by the ocean might be nice."

"I love that idea." She closes the distance between us, her hands running along my chest as she presses a lingering kiss to my lips.

My dick hardens from her simple caress, and judging by Calli’s knowing smirk, she's well aware of the effect she has on me.

But first, we need to talk. "Have a seat. Just for a minute."

"Uh-oh. Are we having the talk?"

"Kind of, yeah."

She runs a hand over her brow, her exhalation audible. "Can't wait."

"I need you to know something.”

"Let me guess. You're secretly married… to three women."

I chuckle at her absurd answer. “What? No.” Running my hand through my hair, I grin. "Definitely not married, nor do I have a harem that I'm aware of."

"So, what's this talk then?"

Sinking onto the bed next to her, I clasp her hands. I hate seeing anything but excitement and passion in Calli’s face, and now, it's creased with worry. "I want you to know that I'm clean."

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