Page 92 of Keepsakes and Kismet

She takes a deep breath, holding it for a moment, then slowly exhales. “Can we go to my bedroom?”

The searing, restless urge for her that I’ve tried to suppress comes out in full force, and I tense my shoulders, trying to rein it in.

“I trust you, and I…” She looks like she wants to say something else, but pauses. “I want you to fuck me.”

The boldness of her words intensifies my greed even more, but I don’t want to react in a way that will make her take anything back. My stare roams, idling on her full bottom lip before appreciating the soft slope of her neck.

Then, I break the silence. “Lead the way, honey.”

Peyton looks at me with heavy-lidded eyes, and I realize the expression I couldn’t read before is need. She grabs my hand and brings me to her room, sitting down on the edge of her bed with her legs parted.

I stand between her knees and start talking it out. “First, I’m going to strip off your clothes and kiss all the way down your body. Concentrate on you, learn you, focus solely on what you like. I want to put my mouth on your breasts, lick the space between them. Then, I want… God, Pey, I want so much with you. Will you let me go down on you? Taste you, suck your clit… Does that sound good?”

“Yes,” she whispers, and the sound of her breathy voice hits me like a drug. I instantly crave more.

“Then, I’ll⁠—”

Her hand moves to cover mine. “Callum?”

“Yeah?”

“You can stop asking now. I want all of it. I want you.”

I teeter, my self-control hanging on by a singular, fraying thread. “I want you, too.”

“So, take me.”

With urgency, I unbutton her jeans and slide them down. She lifts her arms so I can pull her sweater off.

Holyfuckingshit. I swallow my tongue at the sight of my girlfriend in a royal blue lace bra and matching thong.

“Hey, Pey?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m really glad we kept running into each other.”

She blushes, and I watch it bloom all the way across her cleavage. “Me too.”

I bend to kiss her, coaxing her mouth open and lavishing her with languid strokes. Her tongue eagerly circles mine, granting me permission to explore her body without a map.

With our mouths still fused, I unclasp her bra, and she slips it off her shoulders. A tremor dusts my fingers as I coast them across her arm. Peyton pulls away, and my groan of protest is quickly replaced with a strangled sound as she lifts her hips and slides down her thong.

Time seems to slow as she relaxes back on the mattress, her hair spilling onto the sheets at half-speed, and my heart nearly stops at the view. It’s my first time seeing her completely naked, and…

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” I murmur. “Look at you.”

The curve of her waist alone could make me lightheaded, but the swell of her breasts threatens to undo me entirely.

Long lashes flutter against her cheeks, hiding the uncharacteristic shyness in her eyes. I want to deepen her blush with even more spoken thoughts, but every fiber of my being begs for her touch.

Settling my weight over her body, I dip my head and drag my mouth down her neck until I reach her breasts. My tongue circles each rosy nipple, slowly and thoroughly, until they’re tight with need. I suck one into my mouth, moaning around the peak.

“Callum.” Peyton arches up, releasing stuttered, breathy noises that have me hovering somewhere between agony and ecstasy. “More.”

She spreads her legs further apart, and I kneel between them. Anticipation builds inside me as I trail my finger down her trimmed hair, pausing just before I reach her clit.

The realization that I’m about to do this after years of not doing this hits me. “Tell me if you don’t like something, okay? You won’t hurt my feelings.”