Chapter Twenty-Six

Callum

My eyes opened,and it was pitch black in my house.

Looking down at my smartwatch, I saw that it was almost eleven. Pasha was still resting comfortably on my chest. It hadn't been my intention to fall asleep, but that I kicked in and took me out. Grabbing my phone, I went to the app that controlled the lights and turned the one on in the hallway. A dim glow illuminated the space. Angling my head, I looked at Pasha while she slept.

God, she was beautiful.

I couldn't help but touch her. My hands gently caressed her arms and back before my fingers threaded through her curls, massaging her scalp. A soft moan escaped her throat as she slightly stirred.

"Baby..." I called softly. "Baby?"

She moaned again, and I swear it was the sexiest thing I'd ever heard. My dick twitched in my pants. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked down at me.

"You let me fall asleep," she mumbled.

"I fell asleep before you, so who let who fall asleep? Come on. Let me get you home."

She pushed herself up and into her straddling position, grazing my hardness in the process. She sat back in my lap, staring down at me. Her hands fingered the hem of my shirt, and she bit her lip, seemingly contemplating her next moves. Slowly, she pushed my shirt up, revealing my tattooed chest. The entire piece was a dedication to my parents.

"This is a different view other than video calls," she said softly. Her nails trailed along the ink etched into my skin. "They're beautiful."

"Thank you."

"Are these your parents?" she asked, tracing their names.

"Yes."

"Does it still hurt? Wait, that was stupid. I meant, does it get easier... to lose them? It's been much longer for you than it has for me."

"It never really gets any easier. I miss them every day. I've just learned to live without them."

Her eyes met mine. Crooking her finger, she leaned in and beckoned me to meet her. I partially sat up, and the moment I was within reach, her lips found mine. Our kiss was soft and sensual but soon turned lustful. She slipped her tongue into my mouth and caressed mine with it. As the kiss deepened, she started grinding against me, just like she had earlier in my bedroom. My dick was painfully erect within a minute or two.

"Pash..." I mumbled against her lips.

"Yes..."

"Baby, you have to stop."

"I don't want to stop. I... I want you, Callum. I want you so badly."

She sat back on my lap. Then she slowly pulled the sleeves of her jumper down and slipped her arms out. Beneath the top portion was a sexy, black lace bra. Her nipples were hard and straining against the fabric. My eyes trailed her top half. Unlike me, she was free of tattoos. Her smooth cocoa skin was flawless. Reaching behind her, she unhooked the bra and pulled it from her shoulders.

I could tell she was nervous by the way she covered herself. She had to know she didn't have to do this. As bad as I wanted to do it, I wouldn't if it meant she'd be uncomfortable later. Temporary pleasures would always be fleeting.

"Please?" she whispered, barely audible.

"There's no going back after this, Pasha."

"I know.... I want to move forward. My body craves you, Callum. There is only so much I can do to help myself before I need the real thing." She leaned in and kissed my neck. "I need the real thing... please. Make love to me."

I answered her by removing her hands from her breasts. Two perfectly kissed chocolate nipples stared back at me. I licked my lips as I dipped my head and kissed them, one, then the other. She shuddered as I took the first one between my lips, suckling it. Her hands went to the back of my head as mine went to her ass. She moaned softly as I gripped it and slowly grinded her against me.

"Callum,..." she whimpered. "That feels so good."

My dick was fighting to free itself from these pants. The friction of her warm mound grinding against it was pure torture. Securing her in my arms, I stood from the couch and carried her to my bedroom. Inside, I placed her in the center of my bed. Her top half was exposed, but I needed to see all of her,... touch all of her.

"Turn over for me, baby," I instructed.

She rolled onto her stomach, and I located the zipper holding the fabric together. I pulled it down slowly, planting kisses on her exposed flesh. Her skin was so soft and supple. She smelled so damn good that it was intoxicating. I maneuvered the jumpsuit down over her hips, with her lifting up slightly to assist me. When that black lace thong made an appearance, I bit my lip. Her ass was perfect and round, swallowing up the flimsy fabric.

"Mmm..." I moaned as I caressed the soft mounds. "Shit."

I gave her cheeks a hard slap before smoothing the sting over with my hand. She whimpered slightly as I stooped to kiss the red-tinted areas. When I pulled off the jumper the rest of the way, I found the seat of her panties soaked.

"Look at you," I mumbled, pulling the fabric to the side. Her lips glistened with her essence. "Damn, baby."

When I ran my finger through her slit, she gasped. "Callum... please!"

Sucking her juices from my fingers, I allowed the taste and her smell to linger on my palate so I could commit them to memory. Eagerly, I removed the thong and tossed it aside. Rolling her over onto her back, I gazed down at her with admiration.

"God, you're so beautiful," I whispered, pulling my shirt over my head. "So perfect."

She watched intently as I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants. Her hands roamed the softness of her body, gripping and groping various areas of flesh. Her pretty brown eyes trailed my six-foot-two frame as I pushed my pants down over my hips. They pooled at my ankles, and I kicked them off.

As I advanced toward the bed, she backed toward the headboard and lay flat on her back, spread eagle. I climbed on the bed and made my way between her legs and up to her lips.

"Can I taste you, Pasha?" I asked, kissing her neck. "Can I offer you everything I have to pleasure you?"

As I spoke, my hand slipped between her legs to cup her mound. The heat radiating from her center was calling me. Her chest heaved as she nodded. Using my ring and middle fingers. I parted her lower lips and stroked her clit.

"Callum!" she whined.

"I need to hear you say it, baby. Tell me that I can taste you."

She gasped. "You can... You can taste me!"

I wasted no time, leaving a trail of wet kisses from her neck to her breasts, down her stomach, and against her inner thigh. She writhed beneath me. Her breathing was labored, and her body trembled slightly.

"Relax," I coaxed as I came face-to-face with her sweet-smelling, clean-shaven, juicy honeypot. Closing my eyes, I dove in headfirst. Slowly, my tongue licked and lapped at every ounce of natural nectar that was expelled from her.

"Callum..."

Her back arched from the bed, and her hand found its way to the back of my head. I locked my arms around her thighs to hold her in place as I feasted on her.

"Oh God!" she cried out. "You feel... Oh God, you feel so good!"

My taste buds were having a party. She was so sweet.... So delectable.... So fucking insatiable. I found solace between her thighs, so much that I wanted to pack up and take residence there. I just knew that once I buried myself within her walls, that was it.

I slid my middle and ring finger into her wetness as I made love to her swollen clit with my mouth. Every time my fingers retreated, they were soaked even more. My slow thrusting increased to the point where every stroke was audible. They weren't to be drowned out by the sounds of her moans or cries of pleasure, however.

"I'm coming... shit! I'm gonna come!"

Crooking my fingers, I tapped against her G-spot. If she was going to come, I wanted her first orgasm to be worth it. Again, her back arched. Her legs trembled. Her mouth opened, and out poured the most beautiful cry of pleasure as she came hard. She lay before me, panting heavily. I climbed to my feet and removed my boxers, allowing my dick to spring forward. Moving to the nightstand, I plucked a condom from the box.

She turned her head slightly to look at me. Her eyes dropped, then widened. She bit her lip as she watched me rip the condom open and roll it down over my length. Joining her in bed, once again, I hovered over her. Her hands came to my face, and her eyes searched mine. She looked like she wanted to say something.

"Talk to me, Pasha. What's on your mind?"

Tears brimmed in her eyes as she spoke. "Promise me.... Promise me you won't hurt me,... that you won't break my heart."

I swiped at the tear that slipped down her face. Taking her hand, I placed it over my heart.

"I will never hurt you or break your heart, Pasha. I'm falling for you. I want to love you.... How can I ever hurt you?"

She pulled my head to hers and kissed me passionately. I pulled her legs around my waist, and the head of my dick lined up perfectly with her entrance. I teased her a little by rubbing it up and down her slit.

"Put it in," she begged. "Please, put it in."

She didn't have to ask again. I slid into her tight, wet walls, causing her to gasp and sink her nails into my flesh.

"Ooooh..." She moaned, and she took every inch.

I fed her long, deep, and powerful strokes. Every thrust caused her to gasp as she clung to me. Dropping the bends of her knees into the crooks of my arms, I pushed them forward, spreading her wide and sinking deeper into her. My strokes remained slow and steady. She asked me to make love to her, so I wouldn't rush it. I wanted her to experience every intricate moment of pleasure. She buried her face in the crook of my neck. The sweet sounds of her moans propelled the thrusting of my hips.

"Ca-Callum... right there...."

"Right here, baby?" I thrust upward, stroking her G-spot. Her nails sank into my flesh.

"Yes! Yes! Ooooh!..."

"Can I have you, Pasha? Tell me you'll be mine."

"I'm yours.... God, I'm yours!"

"Mmmm. I love the sound of that. You know how much you deserve the love I want to give you? How much you deserve to be worshiped like the queen you are? If you let me, I can give you the world. Can I give that to you?"

"Yes! Ooooh shit! I feel it coming! I'm gonna cum!"

She spiraled into a fit of heavy pants as she clung to me for dear life. Her walls contracted around my shaft, forcing my eyes to close. I could feel my nut rising to meet hers. With a final thrust, her walls contracted, squeezing me to the point of eruption. My seeds spilled into the condom at the same time that her juices overflowed. She fell still and silent, and when I looked down at her, her beautiful face was contorted in pleasure.

Finally, she expelled a breathy gasp. Tears spilled from her eyes and down her cheeks. Before I knew it, she was in full-blown tears. I rested the weight of my body on top of her and wrapped my arms around her. I wasn't sure why she was crying, but I knew that pressure had a calming effect. Within a few minutes, her cries turned to whimpers, then to sniffles. Then there was nothing.

Lifting my head, I looked down at her. "Are you okay?" I asked softly.

"Yes. That was just intense. It's been a long time since I've enjoyed someone making love to me. I'd gotten used to just lying there and taking it that I forgot what real pleasure felt like."

"You will always experience real pleasure with me. Even if I don't get mine, you'll always get yours."

She traced my bottom lip with her thumb. "How would that be fair?"

"I'm not a selfish lover. I'm gonna take care of you in every capacity." I pressed my lips to hers, kissing her softly. When she slipped her tongue into my mouth, my dick hardened inside her.

She moaned softly. "Can we go again?"

I smirked. "We can go as long as you can stand it, baby."

Though this was unexpected, it was damn sure a hell of a ride.