Page 93 of Keepsakes and Kismet

She lifts her head, panting softly. “Everything’s going to feel good, because it’s you doing it.”

That gives me the last bit of confidence I need, and I tuck in, flattening my tongue and lapping up her arousal. She’s messy, and I’m unpracticed, but what I lack in finesse, I make up for in enthusiasm.

“So wet for me,” I murmur against her sensitive skin. “I could eat you for hours, Pey. Hours.” I put a hand on her lower stomach, adding pressure. “Can I take my time down here?”

“Yes,” she moans. “I… I’m aching.”

“Do you want me to take care of that for you? Make your ache feel better?”

“God, Callum,” she breathes. “What you’re saying… Don’t stop talking to me like that.”

“Yeah?” I grit out the question. “What happens when I talk to you like this?”

“I get wetter,” she replies.

Precome leaks from my cock as I spread her with my fingers and resume licking, only pausing to dip my tongue inside while she twists up the sheet beneath her.

“Can you…? Suck… Harder. Yes.” She can barely get the words out between uneven breaths.

I do what she wants, sucking her clit between my lips and curling two fingers inside. Her back bows from the sheets, fingernails digging into the mattress.

“It’s so… fuck, Callum,” she moans, grinding on my face. “I already have to… I’m going to come. Right now,” she warns right before her thighs start to shake.

Peyton closes her legs around my head, coming with an intensity that keeps me on my knees. I devour her until I’m confident every second of her pleasure is spent. Once she’s come completely down, her thighs fall open.

I grin. “You’re doing so well, honey.”

“I like that, Callum,” she says breathlessly, leaning up on her elbows.

“Like what?”

She ducks her chin shyly. “Knowing that I’m doing a good job.”

Maybe I should’ve known this about my girl, my golden hour personified. She shines so brightly for everyone else and just wants some of that same energy in return. Craving praise makes perfect sense for her, and it sparks something in me, too. She wants to hear it, and I want to give it.

“Good girl for telling me what you like, Pey. My perfect, sweet girl.” I stand and arch over her, passing my thumb over her nipple, then gently tugging on it. Peyton shivers as my mouth covers her other nipple, sucking lightly on the peak.

Sitting up, she grabs at my neck. “I need you inside of me.”

I take off my pants and boxers, then lean over her. She coasts her fingers along my torso, and I try to memorize the feel of her hands on my body.

As I turn on my side so she has better access, Peyton mirrors me, breasts pressed against my chest. She reaches for my cock, and I have to prevent myself from rearing back. She’s never felt me before. When she adds pressure, a jolt of electricity shoots up my spine.

“Shit. You’ve got to stop, or I’m going to come. And we both want more tonight.”

Peyton pauses, then whispers, “Me on top.”

“Fuck yes. Let me grab a condom.”

I reach for my jeans, pulling out a condom from my wallet. Climbing back into bed, I sit against the headboard and hand it to her.

She throws her leg over my body, straddling me and rolling it on. Then, at a painful yet satisfying pace, she sinks down, getting about halfway before pausing. “Callum… I haven’t… it’s…”

“Okay, that’s okay. We’ll figure it out. Let’s, um, give it to you slowly.” I gently place my hands on her hips. “Deep breath.”

The sight of Peyton’s hooded eyes while she draws in a long breath makes me even harder, and I gradually lower her until she’s able to sit down to the hilt.

And for the first time in my life, I get to experience what it feels like, to have sex with someone I’m in love with.