Page 99 of Forty, Flirty & Framed

"Grace is overrated."I taste the salt of her skin, savoring each gasp and sigh as I map her body with lips and tongue."Survival is what matters."

Conversation ceases after that, replaced by more primal forms of communication.

I learn her through touch—the sensitive spot just below her collarbone, the way she arches when I kiss the inside of her wrist, the breathy sound she makes when my fingers finally find her center.

She's equally attentive, discovering with apparent delight that the right pressure at the nape of my neck makes me growl, that biting gently at my hipbone elicits a stream of Scottish curses, that when her hand wraps around my stiffening cock, my accent thickens to near unintelligibility.

What we embark on next isn’t careful.It’s not slow.

It’s a goddamn collision.

Teeth.Tongues.Hands that can’t get enough.

“Fucking Christ, Karina," I rasp against her mouth."You drive me fucking insane."

She whimpers when my hands dive under her bra, yanking the thin fabric over her head without ceremony, baring her breasts to the cool air and my greedy mouth.

“Callum—” Her fingers tug at my belt, fumbling with the buckle, needy, desperate.

“Patience, sweetheart.”I drag my teeth over the peak of one nipple, loving the way her body arches helplessly into my mouth.“Gonna take my time ruining you.”

She shudders violently, the sound she makes somewhere between a whimper and a plea.

I peel her dress down her legs and toss it aside, leaving her in nothing but thin black panties — already fucking soaked.

"Look at you," I growl, running two fingers along the wet seam."You’re dripping for me.Been thinking about my cock all night, haven’t you?"

"Yes," she gasps shamelessly, rocking into my hand.

I shove the panties aside and sink two fingers inside her, groaning at the tight, hot clutch of her.

"Fuck, you're perfect.So fucking tight.So ready for me."

She keens when my thumb circles her clit, her body already riding the edge.

"Not yet," I murmur, withdrawing my fingers slowly, dragging her slickness up to spread over her clit again."You’re gonna come all over my cock, Karina.Not my fingers.Not this time."

Retrieving a condom from the side drawer, I can barely stop my hands from shaking.I kneel, ripping the condom wrapper open with my teeth, rolling it over my length with one hand as I watch her watching me — cheeks flushed, chest heaving, pupils blown wide with need.

“You want this?”I rasp, pumping my cock once, hard and fast, so she can see exactly what’s about to fill her.

“God, yes, Callum—please.”

“Beg prettier, sweetheart.”I drag the thick head of my cock through her wetness, teasing her entrance without pushing inside."I want to hear you beg like you fucking mean it."

“Please, Callum—need you.Need you inside me, now, please?—"

It shatters me.

I drive into her with a single, brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt.

"Fuck—" I choke out, my forehead dropping to hers as her body clamps down around me."Jesus, Karina—you’re gonna fucking kill me."

She sobs against my mouth, her nails digging into my back, her legs locking around my hips.

I stay still, panting harshly against her throat, letting her body adjust — or maybe giving myself a prayer of not coming the second I move.

But she doesn't want slow.