By the time Callum had taken my mouth back as his, I was already down to my thong.  Sensation ricocheted through me, from my chest to my core as he kneaded greedy handfuls of my tits.  They felt so full, so heavy and sensitive in his grasp.  Every push and squeeze was for both his pleasure and mine.  I could hear the appreciation in his breath and it got me wetter with every hard exhale.  Panties soaked, I pushed them down my thighs.  I couldn’t get them far enough down to simply fall so Callum hooked his fingers through the lace.  I gasped away from his lips as he ripped it clean off me, pulling back to take in the sight of his bulging bicep, his arm still curled and my thong torn in his hand.  I wasn’t sure I could be more turned on but he promptly proved me wrong.

“I’m not done with that mouth.”  His words were so dirty yet matter-of-fact.  They made me all the more eager to give.

“Tell me what you want, Callum.”

“I want you to wrap those gorgeous lips around my cock.  I’m going to tell you exactly how I want it sucked and when I come, I want you to take it all.”

I could barely speak but I nodded, my shock masking my eagerness.

“Game?”

I swallowed and found my words.  “Like you wouldn’t believe.”  I could tell my answer surprised him.  But he didn’t know how long I’d craved this moment.  I’d spent countless nights agonizing over the time I’d taken for granted with him – all the kisses I’d dodged because I was moody, annoyed.  I longed for him every night I was gone, ached so badly for a chance to please him again.  I’d give him everything in me if I could find my way back and now that I had, my body was churning from head to toe with the need to spoil him with satisfaction.

“Good,” he rasped, crushing a kiss on my lips.  His tongue invaded my mouth for barely a second before tearing away and leaving it parted, aching to be filled.  “Get on your knees for me.”

I gladly did as I was told, the sound of his zipper spiking my excitement.  I tugged on the denim at his knees, so visibly thirsty for him that he cracked a wicked and small but torturously sexy smile.  That alone had my clit throbbing.  I pumped my thighs, swiveled my hips.  It gave my sex a hint of relief.

“Take it out.”  His jeans pushed down his thighs, Callum left the rest of him for me to undo and I pounced at the chance.  In no time, I had my fingers wrapped around his girth, waiting for his prompt.  “Go on.”  My mouth closed around the head of his cock.  I swirled my tongue, teasing relentlessly till I heard a deep grunt.  Then I started sucking, my pace immediately fast, my stroke immediately deep.  I took his sudden fistful of my hair as a reward, a confirmation of how good I made him feel.  “Fuck.  Yes,” he hissed between his teeth.  “Look at me, Lake.  Let me see those eyes.”

I lifted my gaze at his beautiful face, the hot pleasure contorting it.  I kept it on him as I moved back and forth on his shaft, my lips swollen and stretching around him.  I could see in his chest, the flexing and un-flexing of his muscles, that his breaths were getting ragged.

“Christ, Lake, that feels so good,” he groaned.  “Good girl.  Take it.  I want to feel the back of your throat.”  I rose to the challenge, pulling tight handfuls of his jeans to bring his cock deeper inside me.  “Fuck.  Fuck, yes,” he breathed out, getting me wetter with every time he repeated the word yes.  His voice was filled with such urgency, such erotic gratitude that I felt hypnotized with the need to hear him come.  I loosened my throat, took as much of him as I could, wishing in that moment that I fit his every inch.  But it was impossible for a man of his size and it honestly didn’t matter because I knew he was in ecstasy.  His eyes closed and his head rolled back as he pulled my hair and hissed my name alongside the word yes.

“Oh God, that’s so good, Lake.  That’s so fucking good,” he muttered breathlessly.  When his blazing stare came back to me, it demanded me before his words even could.  “Touch yourself for me.”  My eyes practically rolled to the back of my head I was so happy to comply.  “Hold it there.”  He stopped my stroke in the middle of his shaft and gazed down at me, frozen with my mouth full of his cock, my fingers stroking between the folds of my wetness.  “Faster.  I want you to make yourself come for me.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice.  I was already reeling with arousal.  My clit had been begging for attention.  I gave it that with unbridled fervor, circling the sensitive swell, my mouth parting as I brought myself to the edge, Callum still hard between my lips.  His voice was husky as he watched.  “Keep your eyes on me.”  In my heightening bliss, it was a challenge, but I opened my eyes, my thighs squeezing tight around my hand as my desperate orgasm mounted.  Callum’s fingers combed through my hair, slow, easy.  He watched as my jaw went slack and just as I was about to explode at my touch, he pulled my hair.

“Stop now.”

Fuck.

“I want both your hands on my cock.”

I moaned against his hard flesh, tearing my hand away from my sex and wrapping it around his shaft.  I wanted to come but a sick part of me was happy to hold out.  To drag out my need till I’d maxed out my capacity for his torment.  I knew Callum.  I knew he was going to return the favor.  If I could wait it out, the gratification would be unbelievable and I knew it, so my hands stroked what part of him my mouth couldn’t cover.  I kept my gaze on him as I pushed and pulled, tight and fast, wetness building in my mouth.  I knew he was on the verge when every section of his six-pack rippled before my eyes, his shoulders rigid as he clenched his teeth.  I felt it happening.  I couldn’t wait for it.

But with a grunt, Callum held onto it.  My eyes flew wide open.  They pleaded as I grabbed his thighs, felt them tighten and spasm as he refused to let go.  Not just yet.  Every gorgeous line in his body deepened as he saved his release for another few seconds.  I bemoaned his game but only sucked harder.  I wanted it so bad.  His climax was the prize my tongue was waiting for and it had me wild, voracious, giving such full and wet pulls on his shaft that his breath rose quickly to a sharp growl.  My scalp tingled deliciously as his fist pulsed around my hair.

I moaned hard when he came.  The sound that tore from his mouth as his orgasm flooded my lips was nothing I could describe.  But it was the hottest thing I’d ever heard in my life.  I was ready to come just from hearing it.  Holy God.  Never had it felt so good to give.

Or take.  I closed my eyes as I felt his hot pleasure sliding down my throat.  It felt as if I’d taken everything out of him but Callum’s body went slack for a good five seconds before he grabbed me.

I yelped and laughed as he lifted me up and carried me with him onto the narrow leather chair in the living room.  There wasn’t room to straddle him so I knelt on his lap and he bent me back, sucking the tips of my breasts into his mouth, distributing his attention between my tight peaks and roughly groping my ass.  I gasped when he let go of my nipple with a wet pop and hoisted me up high by the waist, growling lustfully for me to spread my legs.  My jaw dropped as my knees propped onto the armrests at Callum’s sides so that I knelt before him, my wet pussy at the level of his eyes.  He sat back like a king on the most erotic throne, wetting his lips as he gazed straight ahead at my sex, presented to him like a gift.  My mouth hung open with shock and thrill as I realized what he’d positioned me so perfectly for.

I couldn’t utter a word before he grabbed my ass, tilted me forward and swept his tongue over my clit.  I cried out through the skylight, nails digging into the back of the chair as Callum held me still for his mouth.  My thighs flexed tight as he swirled wet warmth around my tight pearl, sucked it gently between his lips.  Oh God, oh my God.  My body was in such a precarious position and it twitched with such overwhelming pleasure that I had to concentrate on not crumpling.  I held my muscles tight for Callum as he sat forward, head tilted just so as he drew the flat of his tongue over me, licking with unbelievable skill as he slid two fingers inside.  Oh God, help me.  It was too good.  It felt so incredibly good I couldn’t hold myself together anymore.  Suddenly, I understood the need to hold on.  I didn’t want to give this up.  I never wanted this to end but Callum was thrusting and laving without abandon and my muscles were clenching so deliciously tight I had to let go. “Callum… Callum, I’m gonna – ”