“Cal?”
“Yeah, Tots?”
“I like your average weenie,” I whisper teasingly.
He shakes his head in an amused reprimand. “Stop calling my dick a weenie.”
“How likely are you to wear a weenie sweater if I crochet one for you?” I ask, scrambling to keep it light before I get overwhelmed.
“Baby, if you don’t shut up now, I’ll be stuffing your mouth with my weenie instead.”
The flash of interest in my eyes must not have been hidden, because all traces of humor leave his face. His lips tip up in a sexy smirk that promises a world of sinful pleasure. He leans over me, nuzzling my cheek delicately while tracing my bottom lip with the pad of one thumb.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d take my cock in this sweet mouth if I asked, letting me paint the back of your throat like I’ve imagined.”
Oh my god. I can’t breathe.
“You imagined it? Me. . . uh. . .” My voice is smoky and rough, my mind unable to pick what to concentrate on: his words, his face,or his hand cupping the column of my neck with an authority that makes me pant.
“Are you asking me if I’ve pictured you on your knees, sucking me off?”
I swallow audibly as his tongue outlines the outer ridges of my ear, his breath warm and hot against my skin.
“Alia,” he gruffs, dragging an open palm down the center of my body in a deceptively lazy caress that sears me. “In my mind, I’ve had you on your back, stomach, and knees; fucked you in a dozen different positions which left you full of me. Dripping, satisfied.Mine.”
I whimper. Despite warning me that he likes to talk in bed, I’m not prepared for the mouth on him. This is the same man who once used overwatering plants as a metaphor for taking advice. And now he’s whispering the filthiest things, using his deep, relentless voice to bring me to the edge over and over again. My chest rises and falls harder as breathing becomes onerous.
“But none,” he rumbles, bending to kiss me on my breastbone, making my nipples peak in response. “None of my extremely explicit imaginations have ever come close to the perfection I see in front of me.”
His lips wrap around the tip of my breast as he draws it in a wet suckle. Sparks shoot across my entire body, molten heat pooling right where I’m drenched for him. My legs part automatically, his stiff length settling right against my core as my hips jerk upward, straining to get closer.
“Such a needy little pussy,” he taunts, grazing my nipple with his teeth and smacking the side of my breast with one hand, making it jiggle. “Are you trying to steal another orgasm, baby?”
The answering tilt of my pelvis makes him chuckle, a dark, sensual sound that sets me aflame.
“Please, Cal. I don’t want to wait anymore,” I beg.
“Want me to use a condom?”
“Yes.”
Instead of disappointment, Cal tips his chin in approval.
The loss of his weight on me is excruciating as he rolls off, rummaging through his nightstand for what he seeks. Moments later, he runs the covered head of his cock up and down my slit, lubing himself with my arousal. When he notches it against my entrance, my eyes flutter shut automatically.
“Tots.” His nose nudges mine, our gazes locking together. The intimacy that crackles between us is surreal. “Stay with me. Let me see you, okay?”
My breath locks in my lungs in anticipation when he inches his head in. I wince slightly at the stretch as my body struggles to accommodate him. His jaw is tight, the tendons in his neck straining as he slows down.
“Breathe for me, baby,” he whispers, holding himself still ’til he sees the rise and fall of my chest.
“You’re taking me so well,” he praises, his lips brushing the sweetest kisses between my brows until I relax. “Just like I knew you would.”
His palm slips under my ass, angling me as he pulses into me again. With gentle, purposeful strokes, he notches into me until there is nowhere left to go.
Cal pulls back but before I can protest the loss, he slides home in a smooth move that makes me cry out loud.Time and again, he possesses me, hitting a spot inside that has me curling my toes. My moans meet his grunts, the sounds of garbled whimpers and needy sobs coating our sweat-slicked skin.
“Fuuuuck, your cunt is as perfect as you are. Warm and tight. Tell me you like what I’m doing to you.”