Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

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Wyatt

My mouth crashes down on hers as I hold her body tight. I expect her to resist at first, but she surprises me by sinking her fingers into my bare shoulders and kissing me back. I can tell how untouched she is, how innocent. I could tell the first time I kissed her in the car.

It’s in the tentative way her tongue comes up to touch mine, the way she softly explores, not just my mouth but her abilities to kiss, to turn me on. It’s addictive as fuck, going straight to my head…and my cock. But Callie isn’t someone to fuck around with. Not someone you can play games with and walk away from. Not when you’re a man like me.

I’ve already made up my mind long before now. I’m keeping her. I’m keeping Callie for my very own. So, when I offer her kisses, they aren’t to further some plot or game I’m playing. It’s because she is going to be the last person I ever kiss for the rest of my life. The notion should scare the hell out of me but instead, it just enflames the passion I have for her higher.

When she moves those soft thighs up around my hips and truly gets lost in the kiss with me, I have to fight with myself -the true me who is used to taking what I want and fucking keeping it always. I have to try to tell myself we have time. There is no rush. She’s close to me now, close enough I can keep her fucking safe and protect her like the fucking jewel she is.

I roll us again so she’s on top and sit both of us up, so she is fully in my lap as I sink my fingers into her hair entwining them through the silky strands. She’s so tiny, so much smaller than I am, that even sitting on my lap she’s shorter than I am. But tall enough that our mouths are much more in alignment.

With my other arm, I hold her close to me, our bodies rocking a little every now and then. It’s enough to have Callie pulling her mouth away from mine with a question in her eyes. She experimentally slides her body up and down mine before asking. “Is that your…?”

“Oh yeah.” I could lie to her and pretend nothing is happening but that would fall under the game thing that I won’t do with Callie. I could try to soften the shock but she’s not a stupid woman. She realizes I’m a big man and now she can tell I’m big all over. “That’s me, baby.”

“H…how…,” she does her experimental slide again, “how can it be that big? Is it that big all the time?”

She has no idea what she’s just told me. Just confirmed for me. Now I have no doubt. It makes the appendage she is asking about grow even bigger. Her eyes widen telling me she felt it without her having to say a word. Her mouth falls open in a cute-as-fuck expression of surprise.

“Oh, I…I think it got even bigger.”

“I’ll explain how it works later. Right now, I need that mouth.” I take her mouth with my own again. This time it doesn’t take any coaxing from me to have her respond to me. She puts all of her attention, all of her care, into the kiss -like always, giving her all. Callie does nothing half-heartedly. I love that about her.

I help her this time so when she slides her little body against mine, I’m there working her hips, showing her how to get what she wants out of me. She gasps into my mouth at what I can only assume, and hope is the pleasure I am teaching her. I keep my hands purposefully lax on her hips so I don’t scare her or make her think I am pushing her for more.

But even I am only so strong. “Sweetheart, we…we’re going to have to stop soon.”

“Why?”

I look at her half-closed eyes and sexy full mouth. Her lips are slightly swollen from my kisses, and my resolve melts under her warmth like ice in the sun. “Because we just do, Peaches.”

“Why do you call me Peaches?”

“Because when I saw you in that first dress you looked like a juicy, sexy peach and I can tell you’re going to be soft like a peach and sweet all over. And I can’t wait to get my tongue on your soft little…”

She covers my mouth with her hand as her eyes grow bigger. “Okay, that’ll do. Now I understand.”

“But do you really?”

“I think I can work out what you were going to say, yes.” She stiffens in my arms, but she isn’t pulling away from me. She might want to be shocked because of what I say but a part of her isn’t as offended as she thinks she should be. Otherwise, she’d be off my lap in a heartbeat.

“It’s going to happen, Callie. But only when you want it to.” She deflates a little bit; her stiff posture eases and she settles back into me. My words have the effect of calming her without even really trying since I mean every word. I want my mouth all over Callie but only when she tells me she’s ready.

“What if I don’t want it to?” She won’t look at me and instead focuses on my bare chest as she shifts on my lap.

I can’t fight the smile that stretches across my face. She doesn’t even realize she’s not only comfortable in my lap but still moving back and forth so that her body rubs against mine, searching for the feelings I cause in her.

Instead of answering her with words, I lean forward and tilt her head up so that I can brush my lips over her mouth. I build her back up before I realize what I’ve done. We were supposed to stop, to slow down, and let her have some time to process what is happening and what will happen in the very near future. But having my mouth on her, having her kiss me back, and chasing my tongue with her own, is not slowing down.

It’s making my dick twitch to be skin-to-skin with her. Something that can’t happen right now. She moans into my mouth and tries to find the pace I set before I told her we need to slow down. The moan goes straight to my heart, and I can’t stop myself from helping her find that same rhythm, that same pressure she’s craving.

Her kisses turn more demanding and more insistent. I try to pull back, but she just follows me. I have to tell her to slow back down though. “Callie…” It comes out muffled against her mouth. This time she doesn’t give me time to put the breaks on.

“So…,” it comes out in a muffled moan, but she doesn’t say anything else.

“What, baby? What is it?”

“So close…”

I fight to keep the grin and the look of satisfaction from spreading across my face. She needs to understand this is as serious for me as it is for her. So, no matter how much I want to shout and celebrate the fact that she needs me, I need to go slow and show her how important this is to me.

“You got close the first time didn’t you, Peaches? And now it hurts?” I wait for her to give me a nod before I go on, “You need me to help you find a way to make it stop hurting, don’t you sweetheart?”

She bites down on her pretty bottom lip and gives me a quick nod. “I’ll take care of you, Peaches. I’ll take care of you.”

Her eyes shift to mine and for the first time ever I spot a hint of fear streaking through them. “I’m not…I don’t think I…”

“I know.” She doesn’t have to tell me she’s not ready for me to eat her little peach. “I understand you aren’t ready to have my mouth on you. We’re just going to do the same thing we’re doing right now. You like doing this, right baby?”

She nods and places her hands on my bare shoulders, the warmth of her touch sinking in much deeper than at just surface level. It’s like she reaches out and touches my heart, my soul.

“Then let’s just keep doing this. Let’s just keep rubbing one another.”

My hands drop to her hips, and I help her move, more forcefully and precisely than before. She gasps and widens her eyes when I pull her even closer and slide her against my body slowly. Slower than she did when she was doing it herself.

“Feel good, little one?”

She gives me an enthusiastic nod before sinking her fingers into my shoulders giving me my own thrill. I rub her against my cock like she’s a living little sex doll, using her soft body to work the cum from my tight balls. I might have told her I would take care of her but she’s going to take care of me too. When she comes apart for me, she isn’t going to do it alone. I’m going to be right behind her.

“We’re just going to go nice and slow. Nice and slow.” I drop my hands even lower so I can cup the backs of her thighs and spread her legs further open so I can tunnel my cock in between her warm, soft thighs and get my dick even closer to her pussy. Thank God she’s wearing thin as fuck leggings that mold to her body. It makes it really easy to make a path for my cock right between the valley of her pussy making sure I can hit her clit every time I move her against me.

“Oh…W…Wyatt! It…it’s…my…so hard.”

I can’t make out all of what she is trying to say but I got the last two words. “You feel my hard cock, Peaches? Is that what you’re trying to say? You feel it spreading you apart, sliding through the tunnel of your sweet little pussy.”

Her eyes squeeze shut tight as she nods her head. I keep one hand under her thigh and sink the other in her hair as I take her mouth with my own again. I just need one more taste of her, one more hit, one more slow slide is all I need.