The sounds he makes. The husky little chest-deep grunts. The way he’s holding me. The feel of his tongue, hot and wet, of his hands, rough and strong, of his beard scratching my sensitive skin and the silken sofa cushions beneath my back and the heat blooming all over my body. I’m overwhelmed by sensation, caught in a rising tide of emotion that’s beginning to swell like the crest of a wave.
Elation battles with panic for dominance. Battered by too many sensations at once, I close my eyes and let it all wash over me. I let go and allow myself to be swept away.
A deep sigh of release shudders past my lips.
Callum parts my thighs and shoves his tongue inside me.
My soft cry is lost under the sound of his heavy breathing. He grips my hips so hard, I know I’ll be bruised. I sink my hands i
