New York New York
“God, I missed you, Jess!” I heard his voice in my ear and it turned me on even more.
“Callum—” I never got to finish my thought, because he closed my mouth with his, locking me in a kiss that became passionate and it was hard to suppress my lust. Seeing Callum so turned on was just icing on the cake. All my dreams of taking it slow had gone down the drain, when Callum pulled me toward him, before we even made it to the bedroom.
He broke the kiss, and lifted me up in his arms, carried me to the bedroom and placed me gently on the bed. “It was a good idea, to come here, right?” he asked, and I smiled sexily at him.
“Jury’s still out on that.”
He was grinning, as he lowered himself to my feet and took off my heels, put them on the floor, and resumed kissing my left foot. He made his way up my leg, slowly, placing kisses at every stop, until he was grazing the delicate lace of my panties.
I couldn’t stop feeling the rush of endorphins, when he kissed the crotch of my panties, and stopped. He looked at me, and ran a hand over my thigh, slowly, going all the way up. His hands reached my blouse and unbuttoned it to expose my breasts. He nibbled gently along the surface of the fabriclong I’, teasing with his teeth, until I could feel my nipples getting erect. He lowered the bra from both sides, exposing my skin, and started sucking on my breast, his tongue, working my nipple, his free hand fondling the other side. I could feel his fingers, flicking the sensitive skin, gently teasing, his tongue driving me wild at the same time.
There was no way I could be in control after that.
I was moaning now, running my hands through his hair, grasping at anything. Feeling the pressure build inside me, waiting to overflow. He didn’t even know how I’d longed for him. He didn’t know how much I had to leave behind, how many things I had to give up, so I could be here. But I never had to think twice. When it came to Callum, every sacrifice was worth it.
He reached under my skirt and his fingers barely grazed me, but the sensation was strong enough to make me near-coming. He grabbed the waist of my panties, and lowered them, removing them completely. He removed my skirt, and tossed both things on the floor.
He gently pried my legs apart. I felt his finger, lightly touching the outer lips, prying them open, and his tongue flicked over my clit, a few times, teasing, I could feel myself getting wet, and it was disconcerting to know that he knew. It’s strange how I could never hide from him. Even if I tried to stay calm, my body would always betray me.
Callum was using his tongue, more passionately now, and I was moaning, louder and moving my hips. He was still gripping my legs, spreading them apart, as he dove his tongue deeper. My breathing became heavy and ragged, and I lost sense of everything. I must have come a half a dozen times at least. He stopped at last, and stripped, and I saw his cock, familiar and like old times, like everything about him and this encounter. He walked up to me, and I was still on my back, needing this more than ever, wanting to reach the pinnacle.
I started stroking his cock, slowly first, and then I increased my pace when I saw he was getting excited. “You want my cock, Jess?”
I nodded playfully.
He reached into his jeans pocket, that lay on the floor, and fished out a condom. He unwrapped it and slid it over his cock. “I want to fuck you, so you forget everything,” he said, and gestured to the bed. “Go on all fours. Let me see that ass.”
I positioned myself on all fours, and I felt the heavy feeling of embarrassment, but I never stopped. I was so aroused right then, I would have done anything to let him fuck me.
He placed his hands on my butt, spreading me apart, my pussy leaking juices, and when he guided his cock from behind, I gripped the bedsheet, and he started pounding into me. “I can tell your pussy has been missing me,” Callum said, his dirty words spurring my passion.
He grasped my hips when the thrusts became harder and faster. I knew he was close, and I could feel him making those grunts and the swearing increased. I was getting hornier and hornier as Callum started humiliating me with abusive words and I started replying accordingly. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I felt Callum’s hand around my breasts, when he lowered his face near mine and I turned back a little, to kiss him as we continued fucking.
He was being rougher now, and I was enjoying it. His strokes were much faster, and I was loving it nonetheless. He put his finger inside my mouth, which I sucked on while we fucked each other’s brains out. I sucked the joint between his thumb and index finger, sucking on it, while he pounded me deeper and deeper. I lost count of how many times I came.
Suddenly he stopped pounding me and asked me to lie on my back. I obeyed, loving the way I submitted to him when he held my leg near the knee and I stretched the other wide. His cock was back in my pussy and I felt him placing a hand on my ankle. Then I placed another hand on his thigh while he pounded me with rough strokes. I gave a loud moan. I felt my pussy becoming sorer by the minute, from the fucking. But my mind never asked me to stop. I started stroking his chest using my foot which was near his chest. He was moaning too, though a little less loud than me. Finally, he leaned in and started kissing me hard. I gripped his hair and started sucking his tongue. He broke the kiss. “Fuck, Jess!”
I knew what that meant. And I was right.
Within seconds, he was grunting and tensing his body, increasing his pace and I felt him shake when he came. He was even louder then.
Afterward, we lay spent on the bed, next to each other.
“I missed you, Callum.” I got tears in my eyes. He came closer to me and took me in his arms. It felt nice. It felt like something I’d been needing all this time.
He pulled me closer until I could hear his heart, beating away softly in his firm chest. “Jess, I missed you too, why do you think I asked you to come over?” he said. “I’m miserable without you.”
I closed my eyes.
Even if it was a lie I wanted to believe it.