“I changed my mind,” she says. She looks back over her shoulder and grins at me. “Are you going to stand there all day, or are you going to come over here and make love to me?”
“Out here?” I ask.
“Out here,” she says.
I don’t need telling twice. I put the glasses down on the ground and go to her, fumbling my jeans open as I go. I slip inside of her, taking hold of her hips, moaning as I feel her wet pussy encircling my cock. I begin to thrust into her, slowly at first, wanting to make this last. The heat of her pussy makes it hard to hold myself back and I find myself moving faster within her as my desire for her takes over my brain.
I reach around to the front of her body and massage her clit, loving the way she gasps in a breath as I work her. Her hands move on the wall, gripping the top of it, her knuckles going white as I fill her with pleasure. I press down on her clit, putting more pressure, making her breath come in short gasps as her orgasm spreads through her body. I feel her pussy clench around my cock as she comes. She makes a strangled noise, holding back the scream that plays over her lips, aware that we’re not exactly in the most private of places.
I grin to myself as I up my pace, slamming into her, pushing her closer to another orgasm. I wrap one hand in her hair and pull her upright. She gasps sharply, coming up with my hand, leaning back against my body, groaning with pleasure as I tug her hair again. I release it and push my hands beneath her dress, caressing her skin as I run my tongue over her neck.
I know I can’t hold myself back much longer, her pussy is so fucking tight, and each thrust sends a rush of pleasure through me. I push my face against Callie’s neck as a long low moan escapes me. I feel the shiver go through her body as she comes again. She throws her head back, pressing it against my shoulder, her face twisting as her orgasm seizes her. My own climax follows and I moan her name, unable to stop myself as my orgasm slams through my body, taking me and consuming me. I pull out of Callie.
She pulls her dress down and turns in my arms. She leans against me and I hold her as we get our breath back. “You are fucking amazing,” I whisper into her ear. I pull my head back and find her mouth, kissing her tenderly on her lips.
She kisses me back, eager and hungry for more, her body pressed against mine, her hands beneath my shirt, caressing my back. She pulls her head back and looks into my eyes. I can see the lust in them. Her lips are slightly parted, red and swollen from the kissing. “So how about showing me your bedroom after all,” she says.
I’m not about to argue with that. “Right this way ma’am.” I grin as I lead Callie across the balcony, pausing long enough to grab the glasses of champagne. I hand one to Callie and raise my own. “To the balcony, the bedroom and beyond,” I say.
“I’ll drink to that.” She laughs.
We drink and I watch Callie’s throat move as she swallows. I watch her cheeks turn slightly pinker as she smiles at me. I return her smile and then I lead her through the living room area and down the hall to my bedroom door.
I push the door open and step back to let her enter first. I see her taking it all in. The nicely made bed with the black silk sheets and the black duvet cover are her main focus and I’m so relieved I changed the bed sheets just in case this happened. I don’t know whether I thought it would or not really. I know the chemistry between Callie and me is strong. It always has been, but I didn’t know if she’d hear me out and then walk away from me. Sometimes, I can read her like an open book, and other times, I have no idea what she’s thinking.
She moves to the bed and sits on the edge of it, smiling at me. “What are you waiting for?”
“Nothing. I was just admiring the view,” I say.
She blushes slightly.
I smile to myself as I close the door and cross the room to her. She sips her champagne and watches me coming towards her. Her eyes roam over my body. Her chest is rising and falling quickly, and I can see the pink flush of the skin there. I know that’s not from the champagne. That’s the blood rushing to the surface of her skin because she’s so turned on. As turned on as I am. I wonder if she can see how hard I am for her. I bet she can. I’m making an effort to hide it from her.
She stands up as I reach her. I take her glass from her and set it down on my bedside cabinet next to my own. I pull her into my arms and she comes willingly, wrapping her arms around my waist, our lips meeting in a slow, tender kiss that fast becomes something more.
Callie’s tongue is in my mouth and her hands are all over me. She tastes of champagne and I kiss her deeply, inhaling her scent, tasting her mouth, like I want to consume her. Within minutes, we’ve pulled each other’s clothes off and I can feel Callie’s skin against mine, her stomach pressing against my hard cock. God, I want this woman in every way imaginable. She drives me crazy
