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He presses more firmly on the back of my head then restrains himself, moving his hand to my shoulder, but I grasp it, return it to its place, and use his palm to push my head forward, giving him permission to guide himself in and out of my throat. I cup his balls with one hand, rolling them firmly in my fingers while my other hand explores, caressing his ass, his thighs.
“That’s so good…so fucking good.” The ecstasy and desperation in that deep voice is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. I could do this to him forever. His breaths grow heavy, a rumble slipping into his moans.
“I’m going to come,” he warns, urgency flooding his tone as he fights the urge to move his hips, his thigh muscles tensing and releasing under my palms.
“Mm,” I hum, acknowledging his words and sucking him deeper. His hands land on the wall and something unintelligible trips out of his mouth when he realizes I’m not going to stop him from finishing right where he is.
He’s a sight when I peek up at him. Arms outstretched, he braces himself against the wall, his eyes closed and anexpression of pure ecstasy on his parted lips. A second later, he lets out a long groan, spilling into my throat as I swallow.
I sit back and we stay like that for a moment, me on my knees looking up at him, the sound of his breathing loud in the silent room. He reaches down, takes my hand and pulls me to my feet. The look of awe and lustful admiration on his face is only visible for a second before his lips are on mine.
My skin is on fire as he pins me to the wall. His large hands grace both sides of my head, tilting it while his tongue meets mine. The way he kisses me, deep and slow, has my head spinning. As amazing as our first kiss was, this one puts it to shame.
I run my hands under his shirt, unable to get enough of his warm skin, melting as he places a sucking kiss on my neck. As soon as his fingertips brush over my nipple, I pull my shirt off.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he says, before kissing me again. He caresses each breast, smiling against my mouth when I moan at the feel of his fingers catching my nipple. I need more of him and tug at his shirt. He pulls it off, giving me a brief glance at the extensive tattoo of a dark, leafless tree that covers his chest and abdomen, only taking his mouth from mine for a quick second, as if he can’t bear to stop.
“Bedroom?” he murmurs, nipping at my earlobe.
We head for the stairs, shedding the rest of our clothes along the way. Our hands and mouths keep finding their way back to each other as I walk up the stairs backwards and trip over one of his feet at the top of the staircase. He grabs me before I can hit the ground and grins.
Held aloft a few inches from the floor, giggles burst out of me. “You ran me over with those long legs.”
Instead of pulling me the rest of the way up, he lowers me until my bare ass lands on the cool hardwood of the top step and kneels over me. Pleased mischief reflects on his face as hepushes me down until I’m lying back in the hallway. “Are you laughing at me?”
“I’d never.”
“I think you are.” He dips his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth, ending any argument from me. My hands are in his hair instantly. He bathes both of my nipples with attention and trails his fingertips down my stomach, then looks me in the eye, waiting. It only takes a split second for me to respond.
“God, yes, Arlow. Touch me. Fuck me. I’m going out of my mind.”
He leans over to kiss me again as his hand travels downward. “Oh darling, I’m going to make you come until you forget your name and can’t stop screaming mine.”
I’m going to come as soon as he touches me if he keeps talking like that. My eyes close at the feel of his fingertip on my clit. He circles it gently a few times, then drags his finger farther down, letting his thumb replace it.
“So wet, Calliope. Where are those giggles now, hmm?” he teases, sliding a finger inside of me. My hips flex off the floor. It’s the most exquisite torture. He adds another finger and finds my spot, rubbing it while his thumb continues to stroke over my clit.
“Oh.” The gasped word is all I can manage. A long, deep kiss sets me on fire while his fingers drive me closer and closer. “Fuck, Arlow.”
“Does that feel good?” he murmurs, his mouth hovering over mine.
My hands leap to his sides as the pressure builds, overtaking my ability to think or feel anything except the pleasure he’s giving me. “Please don’t stop.”
“I’ve got you. Look at me.”
It’s so difficult to open my eyes as reality hides under pure sensation, but the second my gaze connects with his, an orgasm rocks through me, pulling his name from my throat. He slowshis movements, drawing out the enjoyment, and kissing me once more before moving. He kneels a few stairs down and runs his hands up my inner thighs, spreading them.
My entire body jerks at his hot breath between my legs. “Arlow, I don’t think I can?—”
The words end in a cry as he licks my clit, and my legs try to slam closed of their own accord. I’m too sensitive. It’s too much, but oh god, I don’t want him to stop. He isn’t deterred and pauses only long enough to scoop each of my legs up and drape them over his shoulders. He takes his time exploring me with his tongue and lips before licking back up to circle my clit again.
Sweat coats my skin as I grasp one of the railing slats with one hand and thread my other into his hair. His tongue feels amazing. “Oh god, oh. More pressure, please,” I beg. He acquiesces, and his hands stroke along my outer thighs. “Yes, just like that,” I groan.
He keeps me right at the edge for what feels like forever, lightening up when the tiniest spasms begin then driving me closer with firmer licks until I’m writhing beneath him. A sharp tug at his hair elicits a throaty moan, and he plants his mouth over my clit, sucking steadily.
His arms clamp around my thighs, holding me in place as I lose my mind and cry out at the overwhelming onslaught of spasms that shoot skin numbing pleasure to every inch of me.
The touch of his tongue is suddenly torture. “Stop! I’m done! Oh god.”
