Page 51 of Touched

My romance books always talk about how “long and girthy” their man’s cock is. Callum must pick up on my curiosity. Chuckling huskily, he takes my hand in his, holds it gently and brings it to his mouth to kiss my fingers. I sigh, and he smiles as he brings our joined hands to his groin. His rock-hard appendage bumps my hand and I gasp. He releases me, standing there staring down at me. My eyes widen as I watch his pupils dilate. Of its own accord, my hand opens, cautiously wrapping around his thick shaft. It’s warm in my palm.

Oh, my. That’s big.

It’s thick and smooth. It’s pulsing in my fist.

I want to see it.

“Oh, hells,” I whisper aloud as my fingers tighten around him. He fills my entire hand. Looking down, I swallow at the sight.

That’s not going to fit. There is no way.

I swallow and look back up. His pupils dilate as my palm tightens with my nerves. “Is this the first time you’ve felt someone in your hand?” he huskily asks.

I nod, biting my lip before answering him. “Yes. I’m a virgin. I’ve never even seen one up close… I’ve seen, but not… um… Today has been the first of many things. I wasn’t expecting any sort of orgasm earlier… I mean, I think that’s what happened. According to my understanding from my romance books… uh… that’s what happened.” I’m aroused, but also mortified at my rambling confession.

He brings me closer, the water beating down over both of us, causing my heightened sense of touch to go into overdrive. Covering my hand with his, he slowly begins to move my hand back and forth on his cock. The water makes my hand glide. I’m mesmerized as I watch our combined hands stroke him. His voice is guttural as he gasps, “Oh, baby girl, you did. And you willagain.” His lips find mine. When his breath comes out in a hushed moan, ricocheting in my mouth, I take pleasure in knowing I’m doing this to him.

He leans back, severing our kiss. “But first,” he says, pausing my hand before removing it from his cock, “there’s something I really want to giveyou.”

Smiling down at me as I look up at him, buzzing with the need for something… He bends down, dropping to one knee. Then, he adds the other. The warm water from the shower-head continues to bead down my back, enveloping both of us. Lifting one of my legs, he positions it to where my toes rest on the side of the tub, slightly over his shoulder. He then settles my hands onto his shoulders. Looking up at me, Callum scoots closer to me. I feel his breath through the downy curls concealing my most sacred place. Using two fingers, he spreads apart the opening of my pussy.

Oh, hells. I’m completely exposed to him.

Leaning in, his nose almost touches me. He inhales deeply before grinning up at me. My stomach does somersaults as he huskily says, “You can still tell me no…”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” The human word rolls off my tongue as I growl. Then, grabbing a handful of his hair, I yank, pressing his face into my core. His nose brushes over my nub and I moan.

His chuckle sends pleasant vibrating sensations throughout my entire body. But nothing prepares me for his tongue.

Oh, my gods, that magnificent tongue!

He licks, flicks, and sucks against my nub. It takes everything within me to hold on to the sides of his head and not fall backward.

This is… this is amazing.

My books did not prepare me. Not for this.

I’m afraid my unsteady legs may give out on me.

Callum growls deep within his throat as he laps at my pussy. Trailing his tongue over the sensitive button before lightly biting down on it. Only to do it again… and again… and again. His hands clench my hips. His fingers dig into my cheeks. He devours me, pulling me into him, his face buried between my thighs, as if he’s been starved and I’m his salvation.

Maybe I am. Because he’s definitely mine.

Oh. Oh, hells. Oh, my…

My back bows and my knees quiver. “Hells… Fuck…Ohhhhhh… Callum,” I squeal as my legs shake to the point I know I’m about to collapse. My hands tighten in his hair, yanking at the roots as my entire body spasms with my release.

Catching me, he stands, just as I lose my balance because of my wobbly knees. I fall into him. “I have you, little fairy. My love,” he whispers as his arms wrap around me, hugging me tight. “And I was right.” He sounds smug.

Abiding shudders wrack my body, but I still feel needy.

I need… more.

Trying to remember what he would be right about is difficult with the hazy dots in my vision and my skin feeling alive.

Earlier in his apartment was good. My first sexual experience with him.

But this… oh, hells… this was on another level.

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