Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
She stares at me in confusion.
I roll to my back, admittedly the serious conversation having cooled my body. I glance down to my softened cock, then back to her. “Give me what I need, Juni.”
And let me show you the power you have over me.
CHAPTER 22
Juniper
For a crazy, panicked second… I consider bolting from the bed. Yes, I used to be the woman who could spend days running my hands over his amazing body. I was never timid when it came to expressing my attraction to Callum. He always made me feel like a temptress and he’s asking me to be that woman again.
“Come on, Juni. I don’t bite,” he teases, but I hear the rumbling need in his tone.
It’s that desire for me that throws me into action. Leaning up on an elbow, I run a hand down the muscles of his chest, his tawny skin exactly as I remember but he’s more filled out. His muscles thicker, more defined. I know he works out… I’ve seen him hitting the gym every day. Gone is the tall, lean physique and left behind is someone who looks like he could crush anything in his way.
My hand stills on his stomach and my eyes bypass his thick cock and move to his powerful thighs, also rippled with muscles and dark, crisp hair.
He’s just beautiful.
I realize he’s not breathing and my gaze goes to his face. His eyes burn… a silent demand to stop looking and start touching.
“Have some patience,” I say, running my hand north toward his chest again.
Callum moves so fast I barely see it, but his hand is on my wrist, stopping my momentum. His eyes bore into mine as he slowly drags it down again, right to his cock, which immediately thickens when my fingertips brush against it.
Just barely a graze and he reacts to me.
I’m emboldened, wrenching free of his grip. I go to my hands and knees, wrap my hand around his length and give him a slow lick up his shaft.
“F-u-c-k,” Callum groans, his hips bucking upward. His fingertips brush my hair back from my face so he can watch me. I don’t even have to look at him to know that’s what he’s doing.
He’s always loved to watch me.
I bring him into my mouth, flattening my tongue and gliding up and down. He grows, thickens, fills out in my mouth.
“Jesus, Juni… I fucking missed this… you.”
His words fuel me on and I want to make this better than I ever have before for him. Knowing that I turn him on causes an ache deep inside me and I shift so I can move my free hand between my legs.
I barely get a touch when Callum’s fingers grip my hair and he gently pulls me off his dick. “Get the condom on,” he orders. “I need inside of you now.”
The ache intensifies, and yes… I think the only thing that will satisfy it is if Callum fucks me.
My hands shake as I tear open the foil, but they steady as soon as I’m rolling it on.
Then I’m on my back and Callum’s between my legs. He bends down and gives me a slow, hot kiss that causes me to moan just from the promise within. Using one hand to guide himself, he breaches me slowly as our tongues dance.
I wrap my legs around his waist and he slips inside another inch. Callum’s face rolls so the kiss is broken and his temple rests against mine. “God, I missed this so much. It’s only ever been you.”
Another inch and as I stretch, take my fill of him, I know it’s only ever been him too. Joshua never compared because Joshua never loved me this way.
“You’re going to make me fall back in love with you,” I whisper, then turn my head slightly to kiss his cheek.
Callum groans and slams the rest of the way into me, making me smile at the way our words affect each other.
With his elbows in the mattress, Callum’s able to hold most of his weight off me but our bodies are pressed tight to each other. His face hovers over mine and he stares at me silently.
Then he starts to move and it’s like my tilted world rights itself. My body—no, my soul—remembers this intense connection we have spurred by physicality. When our bodies are joined, it meshes our very beings.
“Callum,” I whisper, but it turns into a groan as his thrusts pick up. I have a litany of things I want to say because of all the emotions this connection provokes, but the words are frozen as he pulls one of my legs up high and angles in deeper.
“Goddamn you feel good,” Callum grunts as he bottoms out. “Missed this so fucking much.”
“Me too,” I gasp, clawing at his shoulders because I don’t know what to do with my hands. My head is dizzy with pleasure and I should probably just hang on for the ride, but I’m a jumbled mess of energy. My hips rock against his, trying to pull him into my body. He tunnels faster into me, lost in ecstasy.