Page 238 of Securing the Pucking Rebound

I do as I’m told, just like I always do with Calvin, and shuffle back on the bed before spreading my legs wide.

His eyes flash with adoration and desire as he takes me in.

I’ve never felt more seen and beautiful than I have with Calvin.

I don’t have to hide anything from him. He accepts all my flaws and embraces them, making me feel better about them rather than tearing me down.

“I’ll never get enough of this,” he rasps as he undoes his jeans and shoves them down his legs, kicking off his shoes. But he doesn’t remove his boxers.

My eyes lock on the huge bulge at the front, silently begging for the fabric to magically disappear. But it doesn’t, and as soon as he moves, wraps his hands around my ankles, and drags me right to the edge of the bed, I mostly forget about it.

“We’re gonna take it slow, okay? I’m gonna get you nice and ready for me,” he says, his lips brushing against mine. “But you’re in control here, okay?”

I nod.

“No, darlin’. Give me your words. I want to know that you’re hearing what I’m saying, that you understand me.”

“I understand,” I force out.

“Good,” he states before claiming my lips and forcing every thought from my head. All I can focus on is him, on how good he makes me feel and how much more I need.

He kisses me until we’re both breathless, and then he begins working his way down my body, taking his time to kiss, nip, and suck every inch of me until he finally lands where I need him most.

“Fuck, darlin’. You’re soaked, and I haven’t even touched you.”

I should be embarrassed by how wet I am, but the fire in his eyes stops that.

My entire body trembles with need as he kisses my inner thigh, licking the sensitive skin there but stopping before he gets where I want him.

“Touch me, please,” I beg.

“I am touching you, darlin’.” He makes a point of running his calloused hands up and down my thighs, making me whimper.

“My pussy, Calvin. I need you to touch my pussy.”

“Love it when you beg,” he says before leaning forward and dragging his tongue up the length of me.

He groans as my taste floods his mouth, and I cry out, my fingers twisting in his hair as my hips jump from the bed.

“Yesss. More, give me more.”

“Needy girl. I love it,” he tells me, his eyes holding mine over my body.

“Make me come, please.”

I can’t see the bottom of his face, but from the way his eyes crinkle, I know he’s smiling.

“My pleasure.”

My head crashes back against the mattress as I lose myself to the sensations.

“Oh God,” I whimper when he teases my entrance with the tip of his finger. “Please.”

He chuckles. The vibrations that rumble in his throat only add to the pleasure.

In only a few minutes, I’m soaring toward my release.

“That’s it, darlin’. Be a good girl and come all over my face.”