Page 80 of Let Me Be the One
With a murmur of appreciation, he pressed one finger to her, parting her, finding her hot and wet.
Callie wanted to touch him everywhere. Never had she felt more alive, as if every nerve ending was sparking. She gripped his back, licked his shoulder, lightly sank her teeth into the rigid muscle there.
With a groan, Tanner worked another finger into her, pressing them deep, then sliding out to tease her clit before thrusting in again.
Once more, Callie found herself on the ragged edge.Please, please, please. She needed this release. Needed it so badly.
Without saying a word, still with his fingers stroking, Tanner began kissing his way down her body, past her breasts again—and of course he paused to tease again—then down to her stomach, over to her hip…
Knowing where this was going, anxious for it, she tangled her fingers in his thick hair.
And then he was there, right there where she needed him. With a wet kiss, he left her undone. Every groan he issued, every lick of his tongue, left her ready to combust.
She understood sex. This was something else.
This was…“Tanner.”
Her entire body coiled in acute pleasure, wringing a husky moan from her. She was unable to stop herself from riding up against his mouth, twisting until he settled a firm hand on her stomach to hold her still.
That, too, was unbearably exciting.
“Tanner,” she whispered again and again, hoarsely, then somewhat shrilly.
He drew her in, sucking, licking—and she came apart. Over the top of her own cries, she heard his hungry groan.
After that, Callie wasn’t sure what she said or did. The unbelievable pleasure wrung her out.
Just as it started to fade, Tanner came over her, his hands cupping her face. “Are you protected?”
Callie gulped air, barely hearing him through the haze of pulsing sensation that remained.
He kissed her hard. “Babe, do I need a condom?”
Trying to bring him into focus, she whispered, “I’m on the pill, never missed a dose, and we’re both healthy.”
Kissing her again, his hold possessive and firm as if he knew she was floating, Tanner nudged her legs wider—and thrust into her in one long, easy glide that filled her up and caused her body to clench yet again.
Rarely had she ever indulged without a condom in use.Sutter preferred them, because as he often said, he wouldn’t take chances.
Tanner, apparently, trusted her—as much as she trusted him. She felt him and only him, driving into her in delicious friction.
She needed to catch her breath, but he only deepened his kiss, and… Who needed air? Callie wrapped her thighs around him, trying to hold him tighter. Wishing she could hold him forever.
Locking her arms around his neck, she countered his thrusts with the rhythmic roll of her hips, earning his growl of approval.
Astounding her, another orgasm built in a rush. Her body tightened around his erection, squeezing, and suddenly he pressed his face to her neck. “Now,” he ordered. “Now, babe. Now or never.”
His thrusts were hard and fast, and again she gave herself over to it.
Her release was debilitating in the best possible way. Never before had her body felt so foreign, so relaxed and limp. Utterly spent.
As their combined breathing eased and Tanner levered up to his elbows, she couldn’t even get her eyes open. Smiling, because she was happy and replete, she let her limbs fall away from him.
Tanner gave a quiet, gruff laugh, and nuzzled his mouth to hers. It was nice. Sort of an afterglow smooch, haphazard and lazy.
“Mmm,” she said, knowing full coherent words were beyond her.
He continued to play at her mouth while they both caught their breath. When at last the haze had lifted,leaving her lethargic, he gently pressed his lips to her forehead, her cheek, and the bridge of her nose.
