Page 195 of The First Taste
I roll over and then push up, turning and moving toward him. He groans as I approach.
“Do you know how fucking hot you are right now?” he growls.
I stop when I reach the edge of the bed, shaking my head slowly. His cock juts out proudly from his body. He steps closer, brushing his lower thighs up against the bed.
I reach out to take his cock in my hand, looking up at him for guidance. Our gazes clash and he shivers.
“Fuck,” he says. He lets me explore for half a minute more before pushing my hand away, fisting his cock in his hand.
His gaze drops to my mouth. He tilts his head, giving himself a lazy stroke.
“Open your mouth, sweetheart,” he rasps.
I lick my lips and open my mouth. He runs his free hand through the mass of my hair and then grips it, guiding me forward.
The last thing I see before my face is buried against his skin is a drop of milky white semen leaking from the crown of his cock.
“Put your tongue out,” he coaches.
I stick my tongue out and he prods it with the tip of his cock. It tastes salty and metallic, the skin as soft as velvet against my tongue. But as soon as I adjust to that, he is tugging on my hair, lifting my throat.
And then he nudges his cock into my mouth, inch by slow inch. I try to put my hand up, to give myself a little control over how fast he moves, but he knocks it away.
“Don’t,” he grates out. “Just cover your teeth with your lips and try to relax.”
Looking up at him, my head gripped by his hand, I cover my teeth and relax as much as I can.
Calum keeps pushing his cock inside my mouth, the tip almost brushing my throat. I can’t help but gag, my whole body shuddering at once.
“Fuuuuck,” he says, watching as I try to control the reflex.
He flexes his hips again, forcing his cock to touch my throat. I gag again, throwing my hand up to drag myself backward with a gasp.
A loud sound bursts forth from his chest, a rumbling bass growl.
He steps back, pulling his cock out of my mouth with a pop. I look up at him, sucking in my breaths.
Calum strokes his cock, looking at me. “So much to do, so little time.” He bites his lower lip and cocks his head. “I like watching you gag on my dick, princess. But now I need you on your back. I’m going to taste your sweet pussy and make you come on my tongue.”
My eyes widen. “Is that a promise?”
He pushes me forcefully onto my back and then comes down to rest on top of me. He drinks me in with his eyes, growling softly as his fingers trail down to stroke my dripping slit.
“God, Kaia. You’re so fucking wet.” He brings his glistening fingers to his mouth and licks my juices off the tips of his fingers. He closes his eyes and lets out a low moan as he tastes me on his hands. “Fucking delicious, beauty. So damn sweet.”
I know he is waiting for an answer, but I can't seem to find the words he was waiting for. All I can focus on are his fingers that are now playing with my clit, teasing their way along my seam.
He kisses me deeply, hungrily. I can feel his rock hard cock digging into me. I moan loudly, feeling anticipation building.
“Calum,” I whisper, my hands gripping his shoulders. “Please. Don’t make me wait anymore.”
“Fuck, Kaia. Breathe, beauty…” His voice is husky, low.
I follow his advice, taking a deep breath to clear my ridiculously, pathetically aroused mind enough to whimper, “Please!”
He kisses the corner of my mouth and then starts to move down my body. Burning hot kisses land on my collarbone, my breasts, my sternum. He licks a ring around my belly button and I writhe against his body.
I can feel my clit aching, feel how fucking good his mouth is going to be when it finally touches my pussy.
