Page 191 of Callan

One by one, my heels meet the floor before he loses the rest of his clothes and his shoes, loops his arms around my thighs, and brings his lips against my opening.

“Oh…”

My sensitive flesh throbs while he moves his tongue around my center, my clit, and then my entrance again.

His strokes are sensual and teasing, making me push my hands to his head and weave my fingers through his hair while rocking my hips against his face.

The pleasure is immense, immoral, and irresistible, and I can’t think of anything better.

Eyes closed, I bite my lip and smile.

He peels his mouth away from between my thighs just as I teeter on the edge, and I snap my eyes open and look at him as he walks around and stops next to my head so I can take him into my mouth.

On any other day, I would’ve been paralyzed with fear.

What if I fail?

What If I’m not doing right?

What if he quickly learns I’m not experienced?

None of that turns out to be an issue. Guided by my own primal needs, I do everything right.

Fist locked around his cock, mouth wrapped around the chiseled tip, tongue moving like a serpent.

Normally, I’d laugh at my crazy thoughts. But this is not a laughing matter.

It’s like I’m drunk, obliterated, the need to please him bigger than anything else.

Craning my neck, I bob my head until he feels like iron in my mouth.

He thrusts a few times between my lips before pulling out and swiftly hovering over me.

We’re close to the finish line when I roll over, asking for what I love the most.

He tops me, pushes his hard length into me, and hammers me until all I see is light, and all I feel is the storm and warmth of his release.

30

CALLAN

The first morningof the new year comes with a smidgen of light to the horizon.

It’s a cold, foggy day.

One of the many this winter.

Manhattan gets a lot of sunshine throughout the year, but once in a while, a season like this comes along with storm after storm after storm.

The temperature is pleasant inside, and the room smells like the woman softly snoring at my side and sweet like the Champagne at the bottom of our glasses on the window sill.

Her hair tickles my arm, her lips are parted, and her eyes move quickly beneath her soft eyelids.

She sleeps soundly since nothing bothers her, and I hope to see her sleep like that many times from now on.

Although, it’s anyone’s guess how this will come to happen.

Smoothly, I roll to the side and check the time on my watch.It’s five AM.I should get ready.

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