“Callum –”
“So, tell me, baby doll, what do we do in your dreams?”
It was then she realized that, yes, she was seriously, deeply, in trouble.
“Callum –”
“Do we do this?” he asked, his lips leaving hers to slide across her cheek to her ear, down her jaw. She felt the shiver slither lazily along her skin as his lips came back to hers and brushed them softly.
“I think –” she started, her lips moving under his.
He cut her off again. “And do we do this?”
He came off his forearms and his big, warm hands glided down her sides and in, over the small of her back and then down over her bottom as he gave her more of his weight, something which her body adored and therefore it automatically melted under his.
Oh my lord, she thought and bit her lip
Then she tried again. “Callum, can I –?”
“And do we do this?” he repeated before his head slanted and his lips took hers in a sweet, light kiss.
She tried to move her head away but since it was resting on a pillow she had no room to move.
His mouth broke from hers briefly to mutter, “And this.”
“Cal –”
Tactical error. Opening her mouth was a very bad idea. For this time he didn’t give her a sweet, light kiss.
This time, his tongue invaded her mouth and he gave her a deep, searing kiss.
Regardless of what her body was coaxing her to do, Sonia managed to resist but without room for her head to move, her hands went to his shoulders and pushed.
Callum, on the other hand, managed to insist. He ignored her hands and gave her more of his weight, cupping her bottom and pulling her hips deeper to his.
She felt his hardness against her and the urge instantly came over her.
Primal, animal, an urge she felt sometimes in her dreams. An urge that she had often felt budding with other lovers and they liked it which meant they were always difficult to get rid of.
This one, though, didn’t bud, causing her to behave slightly shameless.
It bloomed, causing her to behave highly wanton.
It was so strong, even though she tried to fight it, even though she vaguely feared it, with Callum covering her, his hardness pressed against her, his talented tongue invading her mouth, she was no match.
With a whimper, she capitulated. Her hands stopped pushing at his shoulders and her arms curled around his neck, pulling him even closer.
Then her tongue tangled with his.
His head slanted further, he growled into her mouth and she felt it blister a path straight between her legs.
Her control annihilated and she gave into the urge.
She fully opened her legs in invitation and his hips fell through. She kissed him back as her hips lifted, pressing insistently against his hardness.
In return, he ground his hips against hers and another, sharper, whimper escaped her throat as her nails grazed down his back.
His mouth tore from hers but it didn’t leave her skin. It went down, over her jaw, down her neck, as his hand came up, sliding along her nightgown, up her side, her ribcage, covering her breast.
Sonia arched into it, searching, demanding.
His thumb slid over her nipple and her neck bowed, the whimper turning to a deep, hungry moan.
Callum came back, buried his face in her neck, his husky voice sounding at the skin below her ear.
“You like that?” he asked, his thumb repeating the gesture and Sonia repeated the moan. “You like it,” he muttered and his thumb was joined with a finger, giving her nipple a rough, glorious squeeze.
“Callum,” she breathed, fire racing from nipple to between her legs, her head twisting round, her mouth searching for his.
He didn’t disappoint. He gave her his mouth.
She gave him her kiss.
Planting a foot in the bed, she rolled him (and he let her) settling her body on his big one, she embarked on a frenzied discovery. The taste of his whiskered jaw, his neck, the feel of his chest under her hands. She couldn’t get enough in fast enough to suit and the more she had, the hungrier she became.
He allowed this then his hand twisted in her hair with a rough demanding pull that caused a delicious pain. He forced her mouth to his and gave her his kiss. Deeper, wetter, longer and Sonia couldn’t stop herself from rubbing her most sensitive part the length of his rigid shaft.
“Jesus, baby doll,” he groaned against her mouth, his hands coming to her hips, grasping her nightgown. She lifted up, wanting it to be gone, needing to feel his chest against her bared breasts.
He didn’t hesitate. He yanked it off and tossed it away. His heated, tawny eyes fell to her body straddling his, his hands drifting across her ribcage and up but she dropped her chest and pressed it to his. His rough hair teased her nipples and it felt so great, her hips reflexively ground into his.