Page 48 of Edinburgh Escape
Callum leaned forward and kissed his way down her neck, across her collarbone and lower to capture one breast between his lips while he fondled the other with his fingers.
Aware that the water was filling the tub, he flicked her nipple with his tongue and rolled it between his teeth until it formed a turgid peak. Though he didn’t want to stop, he spun, turned off the water and came back to her other breast. Without missing a beat, he laved it, sucked it into his mouth and pulled gently.
Her back arched, pressing her breast closer. He took it deeper into his mouth, his hand sliding down her belly to the juncture of her thighs, where he pushed a finger into her moist channel.
She drew in a sharp breath and threw back her head. “Yes. Please,” she whispered.
After swirling around in her juices, he spread her folds and stroked her clit. At the same time, he flicked her nipple.
Maggie clutched the back of his head, her fingers weaving into his hair.
He flicked her nipple again before abandoning her breasts and kissing a path downward.
Her hands still in his hair, she massaged his scalp in a frenetic rhythm.
Callum got down on his knees, draped her thighs over his shoulders and replaced his finger with his tongue. He stroked, flicked and laved her clit.
Her fingers dug into his scalp, and she cried out his name, “Callum!” Her hips rocked on the counter, her body tensing until she flung back her head and rode her orgasm through to the end and collapsed against him, breathing hard. “Wow. That was...” She shook her head and drew him to his feet.
He lifted her off the counter.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and lowered herself over him. With the tip of his erection pressing against her entrance, he paused, though it took a lot for him to do it. “I have a condom in my wallet.”
“As I said, I’m on the pill,” she said, her brow furrowing. “But yes, let’s get it.”
He carried her into the bedroom where he’d left his wallet on the dresser.
“What about the bathtub?” Maggie asked.
“Later,” Callum gritted out.
Maggie grabbed the wallet, found the condom and dropped the wallet back on the dresser.
Callum took her to the bed and lay her across the mattress. She was so beautiful, his heart pinched hard in his chest. He shouldn’t make love to her, knowing once wouldn’t be enough. But he couldn’t commit to her. Couldn’t sleep the night with her. Not when he hadn’t conquered his demons. Not until the nightmares went away.
As she stared up at him, her brow furrowed. “You’re thinking too hard about this. Don’t. Just feel.”
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Afraid he’d change his mind and draw away, Maggie sat up, wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him down to her. Her body still pulsing with her release, she wanted the magic to continue, to feel all of him. Inside her. Now.
When he dropped onto the bed beside her, she turned to him and pressed her lips to his, tracing the seam of his lips with her tongue until he opened to her. She thrust past his teeth and caressed his tongue with hers, pressing her body against his.
Eager to take it to the next step, she abandoned his mouth, pushed him onto his back and kissed a path along his stubbled jaw to his neck and downward, tasting him, nipping his skin and touching as much of his body as she could.
His hands captured her naked ass, his fingers gently massaging there before sliding over her hips and waist.
She climbed on top of him, her breasts pressing into him, the nipples tight little buds, overly sensitized to the coarse hairs on his chest.
Slowly, she moved down his body, pausing to capture his little brown nipple between her teeth. After tugging it softly and then flicking it with her tongue, she moved downward, skimming her lips over his ribs and his tight belly. When she knelt between his legs, she captured his cock between her hands and ran her hands up and down his length, amazed at how hard he was and yet velvety smooth. Then she touched her lips to the tip in a kiss before taking him into her mouth.
His body stiffened beneath her. He reached for her hair, digging his fingers into her curls.
Maggie took him all the way in, then back out, again and again, increasing the pace with each pass.
His hands tangled in her hair, urging her to go faster.
She did, her hand cupping his balls, massaging them in rhythm with what she was doing to his member.
