Page 71 of Pitcher Us
Gliding back up, I flick her clit one more time. “Want me to do it again?”
Callie sits back up with a sexy smirk. “I want you to keep doing everything you’re doing.”
With that I have my mouth back on her, but I know her—she’s not done talking yet.
She lets out a small moan and pulls the camera up. “I still have a picture to take. Eyes on me, Will.” When my eyes meet hers, she smiles and says, “Good boy.”
Fucking hell. I thought I could convince her to stay with me by pulling out all my tricks and ruining it for any other man, but this—she’s ruined me.
Holding her ass up with one hand, the other teases her everywhere while my tongue circles her clit. When her body arches back, she drops the camera.
“Pick it back up, Callie,” I tell her as I push a finger in her center. “Take another.”
When she doesn’t do it right away I pump my finger in her twice before replacing it with my tongue, then going down slightly further again.
“Will, I’m going to—” she pants.
“I know.” I flick my tongue on her ass again. “Take a picture and come.” Moving back up to her clit, I circle it while fingering her tight pussy. And just as her walls squeeze the hell out of my finger, her legs wrap around my shoulders, there's a click of the camera, and she comes.
Just as I had her do, I lick up every drop of her orgasm. Her legs shake around me and each pant of my name feels like a damn prayer that I never want to end.
When her body slows and her legs go lax, I ease my way up onto the bed to hover over her. Looking into her glossy, green eyes I suck the taste of her off my finger.
“That’s…so…hot.” Callie’s breath sounds strained.
“You okay, baby?”
“Yeah,” she huffs. “I think I’m just still waiting for my soul to return to my body.”
I chuckle. “You really know how to inflate a man’s ego, Blaze.” Leaning down, I place a small kiss on her lips then pull back for a second to let her breathe before going back in.
“Just kiss me, damn it.” Callie wraps her arms around my neck and spreads her legs for me to settle between her thighs.
Happy to fulfill her request I cup her face and kiss her slowly but with every bit of passion in me. Callie’s nails scratch up and down my back, sometimes lightly and sometimes, when our tongues glide against each other, her nails dig in harder.
“Will,” Callie mumbles. “I don’t want this to end.”
I’m not entirely sure if she means this night or us, but either way I agree. Rolling us over so she can straddle me, I look up at her and brush her hair behind her ears. “Callie, baby, I’m yours.”
I pull her back down for another sensuous kiss, but don’t hold it long because I know she’s about to get in her head about this.
Raising her up by her shoulder, I grind my hips into her with the command, “Go on, put it in. It’s my turn for some pictures.”
The fire in her eyes ignites as she raises up on her knees and lines herself up. Locking her eyes with mine, she smirks when I pick up the camera.
“Sit on my cock, baby.”
Callie lowers down slowly, watching me intently, waiting to see when I’m going to take the picture. But as sexy as she is the whole way down, nothing beats the arch in her back and the lookof pure bliss on her face when she takes all of me in. That’s my picture.
Callie moans as she moves her hips. “I bet that was a good one.”
“There’s not a doubt in my mind.” My hands travel up her thighs as she rides. “Fuck. Nothing beats the live show.”
“Wanna know a secret?” Callie whispers.
“Tell me, baby, but don’t you dare stop.” My hands grip onto her hips and lift her up slightly before bringing her back down.
Callie’s head rolls back with a moan. “I like being on top. It makes me feel powerful.” Callie places her hands on my chest then takes over with her own rhythm.
