Page 49 of Pitcher Us
That shouldn’t come off so sweet in this moment, but I swear it heals a little part of me that was constantly told to be quiet no matter the setting.
However, the sappy moment in me is immediately shut down when Will’s mouth starts licking and kissing me again. I fall off my elbows and run my fingers through his hair. “Oh my…damn, and I thought your hands would be where your talents lie.”
Will’s tongue flicks my clit. “Been thinking about me, baby?” And because Will has always been an excellent listener the next thing I feel is his fingers teasing me as his tongue starts again.
My back arches at the new added sensation and a moan rattles out of me. “I tried not to but—” My next words get caught in my throat as Will inserts one of his fingers. “Fuck, don’t stop.”
I swear in that moment, a small bolt of an orgasm shoots through me and Will fucking moans. Why is that so incredibly sexy? My toes curl at the thought of hearing that moan again.
Will continues to work his finger in and out but then lets his thumb start to work over my clit. “God, woman, I’ve thought about you constantly and this view right here puts every fantasy to shame. You are so fucking beautiful, Callie.” He places a kissto my hip that makes me shiver. “Tell me what you need, because I’m nowhere near done.”
As his thumb gets replaced by his tongue again, sounds pour out of me. In between my moans and curses Will dutifully follows every plea.
“Faster.”
“Another finger.”
“Don’t stop.”
My legs start to shake, and I feel like my body is on fire. I’ve never been afraid to orgasm before but this one building up feels like it may alter my brain chemistry. The jump to get there feels too terrifying and I don’t know what will push me over at this point until…Will moans my name while devouring me.
And I jump.
My orgasm tears through me in the most agonizing and pleasurable way. My legs shake and I grip on to my sheets to ground me. “Fuck, Will,” I cry out and that only spurs him on. He laps up every second of my climax until my body relaxes.
Laying boneless on my bed, Will kisses my thigh one last time before standing up slowly. “You’re a fucking vision, Callie.”
I preen under his praise and my body slowly starts to come back to life under his gaze. But in taking him in, I realize he hasn’t taken off a single article of clothing yet. Finding the willpower to move, I scoot up to my cushioned headboard and smirk. “Strip for me.”
Holding my eyes, Will pulls his shirt over his head first. God, those muscles. I want to drag my finger—and tongue—through every outline. “Keep going.”
Will hums quietly. “I’m going to need that dress first.”
“Alright, fair is fair.” Sitting up I grab the end of my mini dress that's still bunched up around my waist and pull it the rest of the way off.
Will keeps his eyes locked on me and when I lean back raising an eyebrow, he shakes his head and undoes his jeans. “If we’re talking about fairness, then I believe you have to take the rest off.”
Stepping out of his jeans my mouth goes dry at the man in front of me. Fucking hell, and in Calvin Klein boxer briefs.
Getting up to my knees—my bed isn’t exactly big enough for a whole crawl moment—but I do my best to look as sexy as possible.
“Fuck,” Will groans as my fingernails graze his skin to pull his underwear down.
Pushing them as far as I can, Will kicks them off the rest of the way and I go back down on my hands to kiss his abs. “So, do you have any firsts or second thoughts for me?”
Moving my mouth lower I peer up at him while wrapping one hand around his length. He hisses, “No.”
I glide my hand slowly over his shaft, fuck he’s a good size. Part of me is a little anxious for how well I can actually do this with him, but I want to at least try.
Finally looking down, I lick off the bit of precum on his tip. Will’s hands jump to my hair, threading his fingers through and using the gesture to pull my hair back.
“Go on, show me how else you use that mouth of yours.”
Peering back up at him, I hold eye contact as I take him in as far as I can. I use my hand in tandem with my mouth but since I’m having a little trouble reaching it’s not exactly wet.
I start to pull back so I can remedy this little issue, and as if Will can read my mind he looks down and spits on my hand. Holy hell.
“You liked that, didn’t you, Blaze?”
