Page 70 of My Rockstar Ex's Broken Vows

"Fuck, you're perfect," he says reverently.

I reach for his belt, my fingers fumbling in my eagerness. "Too many clothes," I complain.

Callum chuckles, the sound sending shivers down my spine. He stands to quickly shed the rest of his clothes before rejoining me on the bed.

This time when our bodies press together, there's nothing between us. I gasp at the feeling of his hot, hard length against my thigh. Callum captures the sound with his mouth, kissing me deeply as his hand travels down my body.

When his fingers brush over my clit, my hips buck involuntarily. "Please," I whimper against his lips.

"So wet for me already," Callum groans, sliding a finger inside me.

I cry out at the sensation, my body clenching around him. It's been so long, and no one has ever made me feel the way Callum does. He adds a second finger, curling them just right as his thumb circles my clit.

"That's it, baby," he encourages. "Let go for me."

His words push me over the edge. I come with a loud moan, my body shuddering beneath him. Callum works me through it, only withdrawing his fingers when the aftershocks subside.

Before I can catch my breath, he's positioning himself between my legs. The blunt head of his cock presses against my entrance.

"You ready?" Callum asks, his voice rough with need.

I nod frantically. "Yes, god yes. I need you inside me."

He pushes in slowly, letting me adjust to his size. When he's fully seated, we both groan at the sensation.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," Callum pants, his forehead resting against mine. "So tight and hot."

I roll my hips, urging him to move. "Please, Cal. I need more."

He starts to thrust, building a steady rhythm that has me gasping with every stroke. I wrap my legs around his waist, changing the angle so he hits even deeper.

"Right there," I moan. "Don't stop."

Callum picks up the pace, driving into me harder and faster. The headboard bangs against the wall with each thrust, but I'm too lost in sensation to care.

"You gonna come for me again, Si?" Callum growls. "Wanna feel you come on my cock."

His words send another wave of heat through me. I'm so close, teetering on the edge.

"Touch yourself," Callum commands. "I want to watch you fall apart."

I slide a hand between us, my fingers finding my clit. The added stimulation is overwhelming. Within moments, I'm crying out Callum's name as my orgasm crashes over me.

The feeling of me clenching around him pushes Callum over the edge too. With a final deep thrust, he buries himself inside me and comes with a loud groan.

For a long moment, we stay tangled together, both of us panting and sweaty. Callum presses soft kisses to my neck and shoulder as our breathing slowly returns to normal.

When he finally pulls out and flops onto his back beside me, I immediately miss the feeling of him inside me. I curl into his side, resting my head on his chest.

As the haze of pleasure fades, I'm struck by the intensity of what just happened. It wasn't just sex – it was a reconnection, years of longing and unresolved feelings poured into every touch.

Callum's arm tightens around me, as if sensing my thoughts. "You okay?" he asks softly.

I nod against his chest. "More than okay. That was..."

"Yeah," Callum agrees, understanding my loss for words.

We lay in comfortable silence for a while, his fingers trailing lazily up and down my spine. I've never felt so content, so at peace.

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