Viola gave him a slow grin, then mounted him like a horse. Again, that slippery-tight fit, like she was created for him. She was beautiful in this position, breasts jutting out, bouncing as she began to move.
It felt so good, in such a different way. Watching her was something else.
Her face when she started to ride him… He couldn’t look away. It was transfixing, the way she wore her emotions on her sleeve like that. She lifted her face toward the sky as she got closer, he could feel it.
“Are you close?” he whispered, knowing she was.
He reached up and caressed her breast, pinched her nipples.
“Yes. More!” she said, holding his hand to her breast.
Her hips were moving fast, her eyes closed, and he could feel the tightening of her core around his cock. He could tell she wanted it, but the part of his that longed for control just couldn’t let her have it.
Not yet, not if he wasn’t giving it to her.
When he lifted her up, she protested. “Hey!”
“On your knees,” he said, roughly putting her in the right position. “Let me see you touch yourself.”
She reached a trembling hand down to do as he said. He watched for a moment as she touched herself, softly gasping. It was hotter than anything he’d ever seen, and he’d seen a lot.
He grasped his cock, fitted it against her slit, and plunged in. They both cried out as he slid home, filling her to the hilt.
“Your pussy feels so good,” he whispered. “So wet, so tight.”
Now the beast could come out of its cage, he unleashed upon both of them. He hammered her from behind, gritting his teeth.
He could feel her tightening again, ready to orgasm. He set a grueling pace, his mind narrowly focused on one thing: the need to cum.
He felt her beginning to cum underneath him with a scream, and completely let himself go. His movements were brutal, unforgiving.
He came with a shout, pumping long jets of his semen into her willing body. He couldn’t talk or even breathe for a minute afterward. From her inability to catch her breath, neither could she.
They both collapsed into the bed together, Viola in Callum’s arms.
Callum tried not to go under, but the pull of sleep was too strong.
Callum woke in the middle of the night, sleep chased away by dreams of marching in formation. He realized he was hard; he also realized there was a solution at hand.
She was here, in his bed.
He pulled the hair away from Viola’s neck, and kissed her there. She woke, sleepy.
“Hey.”
He kissed her lips, her pretty breasts. She went mmmm, and he turned her around. Kissed her upper back, slid his hand down between her thighs.
After a minute of gently massaging her down there, she was wet. Ready for what he had to offer.
He grasped his cock and brought it to her slit; she surprised him by taking him in, groaning all the while.
Damn, she was tight.
She was already touching herself, slipping her hand down where his had been a minute earlier. He moved without the roughness of their earlier coupling. This was more like moving on autopilot, both of them fulfilling the hunger that had built between them.
They weren’t starving anymore, yet they still knew want. Breathing heavily as they both moved in sync, together toward the climax.
He felt her breasts, felt her tighten around his cock.
“Yes,” he said. “Cum for me, baby. God, you make me so hard…”
As soon as he felt her about to cum, he released himself, let himself cum so hard his balls hurt. It was supposed to be a relief every time he came, but somehow with her…
He withdrew and held her close, trying to catch his breath.
They could have a few days together. That was all they could have.
That would have to be enough.
20
“Let’s go somewhere. An adventure, you know?”
Vi turned her head to look back at Callum, surprised. “Yeah?”
She was lying on the bed, completely nude, carefully perusing the room service menu. They’d eaten off it four times now in the five days they’d been here, and it was getting old.
“Not anywhere fancy, but… there’s a place I like a few blocks from here. It serves food, if you don’t mind basic stuff.”
Vi sat up. “I don’t mind. I’d eat just about anything at this point.”
“Well, get dressed. I don’t think this place would allow you to go as is, much as I would enjoy it.”
His lip curled with his amusement, an expression Viola considered a crime. He was handsome enough with his usual blank expression, but with something close to a smile? Simply unfair.
“With what clothes?” she asked.
“Oh, didn’t I mention? I brought your bags,” he teased, pulling her bags out of the bathroom.