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CALLIOPE

A s much as I enjoyed Mariana’s company, Tom and I had built up our expectations for how the night would go, and I was more than a little anxious about getting back home with him.

Hopefully, playing with his friends would help tire Crew out enough to go down to bed easily after his bath.

The change in time from Eastern Standard Time to Mountain was setting in for me, and I couldn’t imagine how the toddler hadn’t lost his shit.

We ate quickly and practically dragged Crew away from his friends. It seemed like he had gotten a second wind. After strapping him into the car seat to go home, Tom and I sneaked another quick and unsatisfying kiss in the front seat, yet again interrupted by Crew’s demands that we hurry up and go.

When we arrived home, Tom took Crew and immediately started running his bath while I returned my belongings to my room. Once I heard the bathwater stop running, I turned on my shower, planning to rinse off after a long day of flying.

“Kiwi!” Crew pounded at my door as I was getting dressed after my shower. I had struggled with what to wear; I wanted to wear something that would set the mood but also be modest enough to wear around Crew. Ugh, there was nothing, so I settled on shorts and a tank top.

“Almost ready, buddy. Go start reading your book with Daddy,” I called to him as I piled my curls on top of my head in a messy bun.

“No, Kiwi, come too,” he demanded. Crew’s stubbornness was both his best and worst quality. It would make him successful later in life, but right now, it was a lot to take.

“Ok, I’ll be right in,” I agreed, taking one more quick look at myself in the mirror before opening my door and joining Tom and Crew in the living room. Crew had a small stack of books in front of him, and I gathered that he had planned to read all of them before he went to sleep.

Tom lounged shirtless on the couch and wasn’t shy as his gaze crawled up my body, burning a trail of want and desire. I guess the shorts and tank top worked for him.

“Have you already had the video chat with Kelsey?” I asked, attempting to gauge which stage we were in the bedtime routine.

“Yes, we talked to her while he took his bath.”

I swallowed, biting my lower lip, picked up the first book in the stack, and settled onto the couch next to Tom.

This time, I wasn’t shy about how close we sat.

I didn’t try to avoid his bare flesh, especially knowing that he purposely left his shirt off for me, as he was likely also aware that I left my bra behind for him, knowing that the thin fabric of my tank top wouldn’t stand a chance against my pebbled nipples.

After the third book, Tom scooped Crew up and started carrying him to bed.

“Kiwi, Gee-tah?” He asked with a pout.

“Of course, buddy. I’ll be right in.”

I started with Mumford and Son’s Awake My Soul and then finished with Landslide by Fleetwood Mac.

As much as I loved the song, it always hit me hard emotionally.

Crew had fallen asleep, and Tom’s eyes had locked on mine as a tear escaped my eye and rolled down my cheek.

We sat there staring at each other briefly before quietly sneaking out of the room.

I set my guitar down, resting it against the couch. Neither of us had spoken, but Tom’s presence loomed behind me. I felt his heat as he molded himself up against my body, pressing his lips against my neck. Every nerve in my body fired, my skin warmed, and heat pooled low in my belly.

I turned in his arms, and he backed me up against the nearest wall, resting his arm above my head and leaning in, his mouth inches from mine.

“Practicing your signature move?” I asked, joking.

“Last time I did this, I thought you were going to eat me alive. Thought I’d try it again now that we’re on the same page.”

I bit my lower lip, suppressing the urge to drop to my knees and suck his cock until he was moaning my name. Instead, I leaned up on my tiptoes and cupped his jaw, bringing his mouth to mine.

“Mmm,” Tom let out as my tongue swept into his mouth, and we kissed lazily, exploring each other’s mouths.

My hands were free to roam his chest and back, and he used his free hand to cup my breast. I inhaled sharply as his thumb grazed my sensitive nipple.

Each touch, each gentle flick of his tongue, hit me with giant waves of intensity as I struggled to mold my body to his, unable to find friction where I needed it the most.

Tom reached around and placed his hand under my ass,

“Wrap your legs around me,” he commanded.

And fuck, as soon as I followed his direction, my core came in contact with his erection, and I let out a whimper. My desire to be with him had intensified quickly; the plans of a long play session were gone. I needed him inside me, hard and fast.

“Fuck me right here,” I begged.

Tom pressed his erection into me again. The only barrier between us was his sweatpants and my very thin shorts.

“No, not yet, Cal, we have plenty of time for me to fuck you against a wall, but that’s not going to be our first time,” he said as I rotated my hips against him, trying to get a little more friction.

Our mouths continued to move frantically against each other, and I vaguely registered that we were moving. When I felt the cool granite against my ass, I realized that we had made it over the kitchen counter.

Tom tore his mouth from mine and backed away just a bit, dragging his eyes up and down my body.

My chest heaved, and I watched as his eyes drank me in; I had never felt so exposed or desired.

He moved back in, sucking my earlobe into his mouth and giving it a short, sharp bite, slipping his hands into the waistband of my shorts.

“Off, I need these off. Lift that sexy little ass up,” he commanded, and I leaned back on my hands, lifting my hips as he slid my shorts over my hips and down my legs, letting them fall to the floor.

He kissed a path down my neck, finding my nipple through the fabric of my tank top, flattening his tongue against the sensitive peak before giving a sharp tug as he sucked it.

Releasing it only so he could remove my tank, letting that fall to the floor alongside my shorts.

The coolness of the granite was a sharp contrast against the warmth of my flesh. Combined with his gaze, my entire body erupted into goosebumps. Once I was bare in front of him, he stood before me, breathing heavily.

“Fuck, Calliope. God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

For the first time in my life, I believed those words.

My heartbeat skipped and then sped up. That flip of butterflies warred with the warm heat that had pooled deep in my low belly, desperate for him to touch me again. I reached for him, pulling him towards me as he resisted, pressing my shoulders and encouraging me to lay back on the counter.

“Spread,” he said as I widened my knees, leaving myself vulnerable to his gaze. He slid my hips towards the edge of the counter, nuzzling the inside of my thigh, his stubble scratching my skin deliciously.

“You don’t have to do that,” I said as his mouth led a trail toward my core. I had never truly enjoyed oral sex in the past; it was always something my partner did to warm me up, and I didn’t need to warm up with Tom.

He stopped, eyes locked on mine, “What do you mean I don’t have to do this?

Fuck Calliope, I have been dying to taste you for months.

” He said, trailing his nose up the seam and groaning before tracing the same path with his tongue, flattening it on my clit, suckling it; the intensity of the pleasure caused me to cry out, spurring him on.

His mouth latching on to my clit, sucking, and fuck, he liked it.

I watched as his hips moved unconsciously, seeking friction.

I pressed thoughts of Zander methodically licking and me pretending to enjoy it long enough before having unsatisfying penetrative sex and then finishing myself off with my whisper-quiet vibrators right out of my mind. This man not only loved eating pussy, but he loved my reaction.

My thighs began to shake, and I struggled to hold myself upright so I could watch him. His eyes were glazed and hooded, and I was unable to look away. I rocked my hips against his face, and when he slipped two fingers inside me, I cried out, “Tom.”

“Still want it fast up against the wall?” he asked, taking a breather and slowly pumping his fingers in and out, hitting that spot deep inside that made me see stars.

“Don’t you dare stop,” I begged. He chuckled and went back for more.

The sensation built deep inside me; he brought me higher whenever I thought I was close to crashing over.

My orgasm began deep inside as I began to contract around his finger, building until I sobbed out his name and collapsed back on the counter.

He continued to work me through the aftershocks until my clit became too sensitive.

He stood up, his thick cock straining against his grey sweatpants, a small bead of moisture on the fabric where he started to leak. My tongue darted out, licking my lips, eager to taste him and show him what I could do with my mouth.

“Come,” he opened his arms, and I leaned in, our mouths colliding. I tasted myself mixed with him. He lifted me off the counter and walked me down the hall towards his bedroom.

“No toys?” I asked as we passed my door.

“Do we need them?” He asked in confusion.

“No,” and that was a first. I hadn’t had an orgasm without the aid of a toy in a very long time.

Tom pushed through his bedroom door, closing it behind us before plopping me on the middle of his king bed.

I tugged him closer, using the drawstring of his sweatpants. My hands danced over the muscles on his abdomen. “Jesus, what even is your body fat percentage?”

And as I slipped his pants down over his hips, his cock popped up, nearly smacking me in the face. “Woah,” I said. “Tom?”

He looked down at me and groaned as I took the base of him in one hand, stacking my second hand on top, “I need like three hands to hold this, babe.”

He hadn’t said anything, just watching me as I held him. His jaw ticked, and I realized that the man was as hard as a rock for me. I spit on my hand, sliding it up and down his shaft. His eyes squeezed shut, and his hips rocked into me. My tongue darted out to lick the bead of moisture on the tip.

“I think we might be in trouble,” I said.

His eyes opened just enough to make eye contact with me, “Hmm?”

“I only have normal-sized condoms.” I had agreed to pick up the condoms and never thought I might need Magnums.

He groaned as if in pain, shoulders slumping, hips still involuntarily moving against the grip of my hands.

“I’m on the pill, though. And I’m clean?”

“Yeah?” He asked. “I’m clean too. Are you sure?”

I nodded. I was sure. I’d never trusted anyone enough to have sex without a condom. And I did. Trust him.

“Fuuuuucck, Callie. Scoot back.”

I let go of him and slid back until my head rested against the pillows. He crawled over me, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, his thick cock jutting against my stomach as I reached down, rubbing the head of him against my still-sensitive clit before notching him at my entrance.

His blue eyes met mine as he began to press inside, my body stretching, bit by bit, allowing him inside. “Fuck, Tom, you feel so good.”

His forehead rested on mine; his breath ragged. “Urggh,” was all he could say, still not moving.

I shifted my hips, a long hiss ripped out of him. “My God, Callie, please don’t move. I’m not going to last if you do.”

I heard him whispering letters and eventually realized what he was spelling under his breath. His second time through, I realized what he was saying.

“Are you spelling Mississippi?” I asked, trying not to laugh.

“It was either that or reciting the fifty states in alphabetical order.”

I cupped his cheek and leaned up, kissing him again. “Tom, I want you to fuck me, not think about geography. Kay?”

My hips pressed against his; I sighed; the pleasure I felt with him filling me was almost unbearable.

And then he began to rock into me, slow and measured to start, and then faster and more erratic.

My hands wandered his body, reveling in the hard planes of his back, the feel of his ass as he pumped into me.

“Oh shit, I’m close,” I said, wrapping my legs around his waist as he snaked his hand between us, finding my swollen clit and working it, giving me what I needed. I cried out as my orgasm ripped through me.

“Callie, fuck, you grip me so tight when you come. So good,” he said, making his way to his knees and lifting my hips so he could pound into me.

His breath came out in rapid pants, air rushing through his lips.

My God, I could watch him like this all day; this man who was always so in control was falling apart with me, for me.

“You’re close? Aren’t you?” I asked.

“Ungh…” he grunted as his body went rigid, his thick cock swelling as he came with a jerk inside me. His torso collapsed down as he held himself up on his forearms, capturing my mouth for yet another searing kiss.

We lay like that for a few minutes, kissing softly, him still inside me. Neither of us wanted to let go of the other.