Page 57 of My Rockstar Ex's Broken Vows

He laughs, the sound rich and warm, and I can’t help but smile. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," I say, my grin widening. "What happened to that guy, huh? The one who used to do ridiculous dance moves to make me laugh? Or sing off-key just to annoy me?"

His hand moves to the curve of my waist, his touch sending a ripple of heat through me. "Maybe he’s still around. Just needs the right motivation."

I arch a brow, my smile turning sly. "Well, maybe I should motivate you. How about a little morning surprise?"

His eyes darken slightly, his hand tightening on my waist. "You better mean what I think you mean."

I laugh, soft and low. My heartbeat kicks up as I climb on top of him. "Guess you’ll have to find out."

I lean in close, breathing in Callum's scent—a mix of cedar and warm skin that makes my head spin. My lips brush his neck as I whisper, "Ready for that surprise?"

His breath catches as I trail kisses down his chest. The rough stubble on his jaw contrasts with the smooth skin of his torso. I take my time, savoring each inch. My hair falls forward, tickling his stomach and thighs.

My hand wraps around his cock, already hard and hot in my palm. I stroke him slowly, feeling him pulse and twitch. "Fuck, Sienna," he groans. The sound sends a thrill through me.

I take him into my mouth, relishing his sharp intake of breath. My tongue swirls around the head before I slide down, taking him deeper. The taste of him, salty and masculine, floods my senses. I set a steady rhythm, alternating between long licks and sucking.

Callum's hands tangle in my hair, not pushing, just holding on. I can feel the tension in his body as he tries to stay still. It turns me on even more, knowing how much he's affected.

I pull back to catch my breath. "You taste so good," I rasp, my voice husky. Then I take him in again, bobbing my head faster.

His hips start to move, thrusting gently. "Sienna, fuck, that feels amazing," he pants. I hum in response, the vibrations making him curse.

I can tell he's getting close. My hand works in tandem with my mouth, twisting and stroking. His muscles tense, thighs trembling. Just as I feel him start to pulse, he tugs me up.

In one swift move, he flips us over. I'm on my back, breathless, as he reaches for the nightstand. "Wait," I gasp. "I'm on the pill. You don't need..."

His eyes lock with mine, dark with desire. "You sure?"

I nod, pulling him close. "I want to feel you. All of you."

He groans, positioning himself. Then he pushes inside, filling me completely. The sensation is overwhelming - hot, hard, so deep. I cry out, nails digging into his back.

"God, Si," he breathes. "You feel incredible."

He starts to move, slow at first, then building speed. Each thrust sends sparks of pleasure through me. I wrap my legs around him, urging him deeper.

Our bodies move together, finding a perfect rhythm. It's raw and primal, yet so intimate. I've never felt so connected, so in sync with someone.

"Callum," I moan. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

His pace increases, driving into me harder. I'm lost in sensation, every nerve ending on fire. The pressure builds low in my belly, a coiling tension ready to snap.

"I'm close," I pant. "So close."

"Let go," he urges. "I've got you."

His words push me over the edge. I come apart, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crash over me. He follows soon after, burying his face in my neck as he pulses inside me.

We lay tangled together, catching our breath. I feel weightless, sated in a way I've never experienced before. Callum's weight on top of me is comforting rather than stifling.

As our heartbeats slow, I realize this was more than just sex. It was a reconnection, a coming home. And for the first time in years, I feel truly, completely alive.

L'Artusi

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