Page 11 of Spooking the Mountain Man
"I need you to touch me," I whisper. "I need you to make me feel safe. Make me forget everything except this."
"I can do that," Callum says, and there's a promise in his voice that makes my knees weak. "But I need you to trust me, okay? Can you do that for me, baby?"
"Yes," I breathe, and I mean it. I trust Callum in a way I never trusted Derek, trust him to know what I need even when I don't know myself.
"Good girl," Callum says, and the praise makes warmth bloom in my chest. "My good girl."
His hands move to the clasp of my bra, unhooking it with sure movements and sliding the straps down my arms until I'm bare from the waist up. The cool air makes my nipples tighten, and Callum's sharp intake of breath tells me he notices.
"Perfect," he murmurs, cupping my breasts in his large hands. The size difference is striking – his hands completely engulf me. His thumbs brush over my nipples, and I arch into his touch with a gasp. "So responsive. I bet you're sensitive everywhere, aren't you, sweetheart?"
I can't form words, can only nod as Callum continues his gentle exploration of my body. When he lowers his head to take one nipple into his mouth, I cry out, my hands fisting in his hair.
"That's it," he says against my skin. "Don't hold back those pretty sounds. I want to hear everything. Want to know exactly what makes my girl feel good."
He lavishes attention on my breasts until I'm trembling with need, then guides me backward toward the bed. I sit on the edge,looking up at him, and the intensity in his gaze makes my breath catch.
"Lie back for me," Callum says, and it's not a request. "Arms above your head."
I do as he says, stretching my arms over my head and gripping the pillow. The position makes me feel exposed, vulnerable, and the way Callum looks at me – like he's going to devour me – makes warmth spread between my legs.
"Good girl," he says, running his hands from my wrists down to my ribs, mapping my body. "Such a good girl, following instructions. You like being told what to do, don't you, baby?"
"Yes," I whisper, surprised by how much I mean it.
"I thought so." There's satisfaction in his voice. "You've been waiting for someone to take charge. Someone who knows what you need."
He unbuttons my jeans and slides them down my legs along with my panties, leaving me completely bare beneath his gaze. I should probably feel self-conscious, but the way Callum looks at me – like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen – makes me feel powerful instead.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, running his hands up my thighs. His palms are rough from work, and the contrast against my soft skin makes me shiver. "Absolutely beautiful. Look at you, baby. All spread out for me, trusting me to take care of you."
When his fingers brush against my center, I arch off the bed with a cry. I'm already so wet, so ready for him, and the first touch of his fingers against my most sensitive spot makes me lose any remaining composure.
"So wet already," Callum says, and there's satisfaction in his voice. "Is this all for me, sweetheart?"
"Yes," I gasp. "All for you."
"That's my good girl." Callum circles my clit with gentle but firm pressure, and I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out."No, baby. Don't hold back. Let me hear you. Want to know I'm making you feel good."
"You are," I manage. "So good."
"I know, baby. You're being so good for me, letting me take care of you like this." His fingers move lower, teasing at my entrance. "Can you take one finger for me? Think you can handle that?"
"Yes, please, I need—"
"Shh." Callum's voice is gentle but firm. "I know what you need. Let me give it to you."
He slides one thick finger inside me, and the stretch makes me moan. It's been so long since anyone touched me like this, and Callum's finger feels huge.
"More," I beg. "Please, I need more."
"Greedy little thing," Callum says, but there's affection in his voice. "One more, then. You're going to take what I give you."
He adds a second finger, and the fullness makes me arch off the bed. Callum starts a slow, steady rhythm, curling his fingers to hit that perfect spot inside me.
"That's it," he encourages. "Let go for me, sweetheart. Stop thinking, stop worrying. Just feel. Let me make my girl feel good."
I'm already close, wound tight with hours of tension and want. When Callum's thumb finds my clit and presses down with firm, steady pressure, I shatter completely, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crash over me.
