Callum hands found her butt and he pulled her in closer, so tight she felt crushed, barely able to breathe.
He was right. They didn’t need to talk about this.
Ava crashed her lips against his mouth, fierce and hungry and aching for him, desperate for every inch of his body to be against hers, and he was right there, matching her, tongues clashing, his lips rough and demanding on hers. She gripped his hair and held on as the water rippled around them and her sex grazed and throbbed against his belly; his cock pushing up against her, too. And there was nothing in her head except him and the fantasy of him that she’d been living with all these years.
But he wasn’t a fantasy now. Callum Malone was very real and all man and she wanted him, more than breathing. But when he tried to enter her, his full width and length so close, she moved her hips back.
‘No condom,’ she said, breathlessly in his ear.
And he got it, pulling back just enough to slide his hand between them and when he found her clit, she lit up from the inside and threw her head back and let him take her higher and higher. His wet lips found a nipple and he tugged and suckled and tasted her, feasting on her breast as he took her higher and higher, faster and faster, fiercely, over the edge until an orgasm rippled through her body. Ava held her breath, savoured the delicious ache and the throb and tug inside her, digging her fingernails into his strong shoulders as she breathed.
‘Ava,’ he murmured against her cheek.
‘Oh, God,’ she whispered. Callum Malone had just made her come and she would never recover.
He dipped his head and ducked under the water, taking her other nipple between his teeth, gently biting, sucking and licking her. The cool water and his hot mouth almost had her orgasming again. She reached under the water and gripped her fingers around his cock, still hard, all hers.
When he came up for air, his eyes wide, he said, ‘Condoms are upstairs.’
*
When they reached Callum’s bed, dripping wet and panting, Ava threw herself backward on the crisp sheets and watched as he sheathed himself, all languid, quivering limbs and pounding heart. When he lowered himself onto her, he was heavy and hard. And yes, this was what she wanted. She moaned his name again, suddenly free to say it out loud, and spread her legs wide to take him in, because she wanted to feel full of him, wanted him deep inside her. Primal, urgent, out of her control, she gripped his butt and pulled him into her as he kissed her and buried himself in her.
When he came it was with a shudder and she gripped her legs around him, wanting to keep him there forever. When he finally slipped out, she said, before she could stop herself, ‘Don’t go.’
His dark and shining eyes searched hers. ‘Give me a minute.’ Callum crawled off the enormous bed and went to the bathroom. She lay spreadeagled like a starfish, drowsy with lust and post-sex haze. She’d missed the feeling so much she felt tears well in her eyes. How unfair was it that she had to give him up?
This man. This kind of sex.
This wanting. This desire.
This heat. This love.
When Callum returned, he stood at the end of the bed, watching her. She lifted her head to see what he was doing.
‘Come back,’ she said, a little coy suddenly that he was looking right at her sex. She brought her legs together and raised her knees.
‘Open your legs, Ava,’ he said, his voice rough but not demanding. She did as he asked and his eyes blazed.
She knew what was going to happen next. ‘Make me come, Callum.’
And he did with a tongue and fingers that melted her bones.
*
After, they lay in bed, spent, drowsy, sated. The bedroom windows were wide open, and the sound of the ocean down below was soothing and soporific in the late afternoon heat. Callum was on his back, one hand behind his head, and Ava was lying in the crook of his arm, drawing soft circles on his chest as she trailed a finger over his ridges and muscles. She slipped a knee over his thigh and curled up against him, savouring his body, his heat, the way he’d made love to her.
He was everything she knew he would be. Damn hot naked. Considerate. Oh wow, was he considerate. A mouth that set her on fire with his words and with what he managed to do with his tongue. A cock that had filled her. Arms that had enveloped her, hips that ground against her, a chest that had cushioned her when she’d ridden him and then collapsed on top of him. Hands that swept her hair up into a knot and smoothed their way down her shoulders, her breasts, her ribs and her butt.
She savoured every minute of their lovemaking. It would have to last her a lifetime, this secret afternoon. There could be no encore performance. And if this thing she had felt for Callum had to go out with a bang—literally—it had been worth it.