Page 55 of Score on You

Callie’s tongue pokes out, weakening my resolve. “I have very little to go on, boyfriend.”

“Just humor me.”

“Fine,” she relents. “For you, I’ll be foolish and take a guess.”

“You could never look foolish to me. Would it make you more comfortable if I told you first?”

“Very much so.”

I swallow the itch that demands instant gratification. “The moment our lips touch, I’ll discover paradise. This restlessness inside of me will finally be calmed. Your energy will consume me. More so than now. That untapped source will fuel my entire being. Breathe life into me. Grant me worthy. Give me renewed purpose. I’ll feel everything I’ve been missing. More than that, I’ll be gifted everything I didn’t realize I’ve been surviving without.”

Callie is silent for several moments. Her gaze dips to my mouth. “Are you real?”

“Wanna pinch me and find out?”

Her giggle is pure elation. “No, but can I copy your answer? I can’t do better than that.”

“Just try. For me,” I plead.

She hums before shutting her eyes. After a brief pause, she flutters her lashes and stares at me again. “Our kiss will be a thrill I’ve never experienced. I imagine it like standing on acliff with my arms spread wide, letting the wind tunnel through my hair. A gentle breeze that gains momentum through our connection. I’m free to fly and soar and reach new heights.”

“Damn,” I exhale. “That sounds incredible.”

She nods. “Will you kiss me now?”

“I think so.” Yet I force myself to remain disciplined and strive for a measured pace.

An impatient huff escapes her. “You’re teasing me.”

Before I can soothe her upset,Callie rises onto the balls of her feet and presses her lips to mine. Shock barrels through me, keeping me stiff and unresponsive. The kiss is chaste and soft and over before I can react.

Her eyes avoid mine as she retreats, lowering until her heels return to the floor. “I couldn’t wait any longer.”

The uncertainty in her voice punches me straight in the gut. A pit forms there and guilt swoops in. Dammit, I’ve failed her. And that’s unacceptable.

With the arm that’s still cinched around her waist, I haul her against me. Our mouths meet in a clash of fire and passion. Her posture is rigid for a split second before she melts into my embrace.

I fight against the frantic urgency to push for more. It’s vital that Callie is comfortable, and we progress at her pace. She’s timid at first. Her lips barely move over mine. That gentle exploration is more than enough to provoke me.

An electric zap surges through my veins and I groan into her. The erratic pulse in my ears derails my composure. I feel clumsy and sloppy, as if I’m a novice and this is my first kiss too. It might as well be. Everything prior to Callie fades into a forgotten heap. All that’s left is us. The significance isn’t lost on me. This woman is the only one who can satisfy me, as if I wasn’t already certain.

That realization sets me in motion. I’m on a mission to make this experience unforgettable for her as well. The palm I have on her jaw begins to roam. My fingers drift to her neck, then travel to her nape before settling on the back of her head in an attempt to stay grounded. Callie mewls at the change in angle this position presents.

I inhale her gasp, using the opportunity to slide my tongue along hers. She falters at the sensation while I indulge in her taste. Vanilla explodes across my senses, and I’m consumed by her, just as predicted. She experimentally licks at me. A delicate push and pull begins. Soon enough, our rhythm syncs into a smooth glide.

Heat spreads between us. Each stroke of her tongue is hotter than liquid flames. It’s no surprise I’m instantly obsessed and want more of her warmth. My palm at her waist tugs until she’s pressed flush against me. I clench the other hand into a fist to stop myself from overpowering her completely. She whimpers when that action yanks her hair at the roots. Fear sluices down my spine in an icy chill. My desire is too raw and exposed. I’m liable to scare her at this rate. But she shocks me by grabbing the front of my shirt and using that as an anchor to hold me tighter.

She bumps her hips forward as we sip at each other. I don’t require further encouragement, but her tiny movements only entice me. My palm grasps her ass to bring us impossibly closer. A blissful sigh welcomes my affection. Her enthusiasm ignites my lust to burn.

Our motions become frantic, tapping into what I’ve kept pent up. She digs her nails into me until it stings. I relish the bite of pain. An inferno blazes in my blood. Hunger becomes ravenous. The last strand of control snaps and heads south.

Callie might be inexperienced, but there’s no mistaking my cock for anything other than blatant arousal. I muffle a grunt when she nudges me there. If she repeats the process, I’ll betempted to wrap her legs around me and dry fuck us into oblivion. Either that or I’ll explode in my pants.

Rather than grind myself against her like a horny teenager with zero stamina, I pry my mouth from hers in an act of sheer restraint. I rest my forehead against hers while trying to gather my frayed bearings. Labored breaths slice in and out of me at a pace better served from running a sprint. Callie doesn’t shy away, but her blush would be visible even in the pitch dark.

“Oh, my.” There’s no describing her expression as anything other than dazed. “That’s how a first kiss is meant to be shared.”

“Was it everything you were expecting?”

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