Page 63 of Coast to Coast

“Yes, we talked to her while he took his bath.”

I swallowed, biting my lower lip, picked up the first book in the stack, and settled onto the couch next to Tom. This time, I wasn’t shy about how close we sat. I didn’t try to avoid his bare flesh, especially knowing that he purposely left his shirt off for me, as he was likely also aware that I left my bra behind for him, knowing that the thin fabric of my tank top wouldn’t stand a chance against my pebbled nipples.

After the third book, Tom scooped Crew up and started carrying him to bed.

“Kiwi, Gee-tah?” He asked with a pout.

“Of course, buddy. I’ll be right in.”

I started with Mumford and Son’sAwake My Souland then finished withLandslideby Fleetwood Mac. As much as I loved the song, it always hit me hard emotionally. Crew had fallenasleep, and Tom’s eyes had locked on mine as a tear escaped my eye and rolled down my cheek. We sat there staring at each other briefly before quietly sneaking out of the room.

I set my guitar down, resting it against the couch. Neither of us had spoken, but Tom’s presence loomed behind me. I felt his heat as he molded himself up against my body, pressing his lips against my neck. Every nerve in my body fired, my skin warmed, and heat pooled low in my belly.

I turned in his arms, and he backed me up against the nearest wall, resting his arm above my head and leaning in, his mouth inches from mine.

“Practicing your signature move?” I asked, joking.

“Last time I did this, I thought you were going to eat me alive. Thought I’d try it again now that we’re on the same page.”

I bit my lower lip, suppressing the urge to drop to my knees and suck his cock until he was moaning my name. Instead, I leaned up on my tiptoes and cupped his jaw, bringing his mouth to mine.

“Mmm,” Tom let out as my tongue swept into his mouth, and we kissed lazily, exploring each other’s mouths.

My hands were free to roam his chest and back, and he used his free hand to cup my breast. I inhaled sharply as his thumb grazed my sensitive nipple. Each touch, each gentle flick of his tongue, hit me with giant waves of intensity as I struggled to mold my body to his, unable to find friction where I needed it the most.

Tom reached around and placed his hand under my ass,

“Wrap your legs around me,” he commanded.

And fuck, as soon as I followed his direction, my core came in contact with his erection, and I let out a whimper. My desire to be with him had intensified quickly; the plans of a long play session were gone. I needed him inside me, hard and fast.

“Fuck me right here,” I begged.

Tom pressed his erection into me again. The only barrier between us was his sweatpants and my very thin shorts.

“No, not yet, Cal, we have plenty of time for me to fuck you against a wall, but that’s not going to be our first time,” he said as I rotated my hips against him, trying to get a little more friction.

Our mouths continued to move frantically against each other, and I vaguely registered that we were moving. When I felt the cool granite against my ass, I realized that we had made it over the kitchen counter.

Tom tore his mouth from mine and backed away just a bit, dragging his eyes up and down my body. My chest heaved, and I watched as his eyes drank me in; I had never felt so exposed or desired. He moved back in, sucking my earlobe into his mouth and giving it a short, sharp bite, slipping his hands into the waistband of my shorts.

“Off, I need these off. Lift that sexy little ass up,” he commanded, and I leaned back on my hands, lifting my hips as he slid my shorts over my hips and down my legs, letting them fall to the floor. He kissed a path down my neck, finding my nipple through the fabric of my tank top, flattening his tongue against the sensitive peak before giving a sharp tug as he sucked it. Releasing it only so he could remove my tank, letting that fall to the floor alongside my shorts.

The coolness of the granite was a sharp contrast against the warmth of my flesh. Combined with his gaze, my entire body erupted into goosebumps. Once I was bare in front of him, he stood before me, breathing heavily.

“Fuck, Calliope. God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

For the first time in my life, I believed those words.

My heartbeat skipped and then sped up. That flip of butterflies warred with the warm heat that had pooled deep in my low belly, desperate for him to touch me again. I reachedfor him, pulling him towards me as he resisted, pressing my shoulders and encouraging me to lay back on the counter.

“Spread,” he said as I widened my knees, leaving myself vulnerable to his gaze. He slid my hips towards the edge of the counter, nuzzling the inside of my thigh, his stubble scratching my skin deliciously.

“You don’t have to do that,” I said as his mouth led a trail toward my core. I had never truly enjoyed oral sex in the past; it was always something my partner did to warm me up, and I didn’t need to warm up with Tom.

He stopped, eyes locked on mine, “What do you mean I don’thaveto do this? Fuck Calliope, I have been dying to taste you for months.” He said, trailing his nose up the seam and groaning before tracing the same path with his tongue, flattening it on my clit, suckling it; the intensity of the pleasure caused me to cry out, spurring him on. His mouth latching on to my clit, sucking, and fuck, he liked it. I watched as his hips moved unconsciously, seeking friction.

I pressed thoughts of Zander methodically licking and me pretending to enjoy it long enough before having unsatisfying penetrative sex and then finishing myself off with my whisper-quiet vibrators right out of my mind. This man not only loved eating pussy, but he loved my reaction.

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