Crave by Felicity Heaton Page B

smiled. “Funny... I was just thinking the same thing.”
    He groaned and bucked at the first touch of her hot mouth on his flesh. She trailed wet kisses over his chest, pausing to circle his left nipple with her tongue, and down to his stomach. She growled, the sound rumbling low in her throat, and his cock throbbed in response. He had never been with a woman who growled like he did when excited and aroused. It made him think of her biting him and he was surprised by how much he welcomed the thought.
    Callum tipped his head back into the soft duvet, groaning as she lightly bit near his navel. He clutched the bedclothes, twisting them into his fists, and she giggled.
    “You looked delicious enough when you weren’t tense,” she murmured in a heated way and lavished his stomach with kisses, licking and nipping at him. “Damn, you look irresistible now. I might have to eat you.”
    Hell. He rolled his eyes closed and groaned again, every muscle going taut as she raked her nails over his chest, catching his nipples, and down his stomach to his belt. His breathing hitched with the tug of her hands on his belt and he exhaled all the air in his lungs as the sound of his zipper sliding down filled the silent room.
    “Mmm,” she moaned and stroked his hard length through his boxers. He bucked against her palm, unable to control himself. She drove that ability away. Shattered all thought and left him with only instinct. His hips pumped, rubbing his hungry cock against her hand, leaving him aching for flesh-to-flesh contact between them. “Let’s see if you’re as damn beautiful as I remember.”
    Callum bit his lower lip, her words swimming in his hazy mind, slowly working themselves into the right order to form her sentence.
    She thought his cock was beautiful?
    He was about to pursue an answer to that question when she shuffled his boxers down over his hips and ran her tongue along the length of his erection, from root to tip, shattering his ability to think again. He groaned instead, fingers tightening against the duvet. The first swirl of her soft pink tongue around the head of his cock sent his head spinning and he grunted.
    She made a little noise of pleasure, a tiny murmur that died as she took him into her mouth. The wet slide of her tongue down the underside of his erection and the slight scrape of her teeth along the top, sent a shiver of tingles tripping through him. He grunted again, aware that he was starting to sound like some sort of animal but unable to muster enough care to stop.
    She made him into an animal.
    Each warm slide of her mouth down his cock, each brush of the back of her throat over the sensitive head, each press of her tongue against the underside as she rose off him, and each torturous swirl around the blunt head had his moans turning into snarls and his snarls becoming growls. His balls tightened and she chose that moment to cup them in her palm and roll them, increasing the tension at the base of his cock. She moaned and the sound of it joining his constant snarls and growls of bliss, the thought that she took  pleasure from doing this to him, from making him feel so good that he was burning up inside, couldn’t stop himself from thrusting shallowly into her mouth as he sought his orgasm, only turned him on even more.
    She squeezed his balls, stroked the area just below them, and then rubbed it as she sucked him harder.
    Callum’s climax came upon him like a tidal wave, obliterating all conscious thought and leaving him with only intense feelings. He pressed his hips up, thrusting his cock into her mouth, and cried her name as he came. Fire blazed through his veins and limbs, sending them quaking, stealing his breath and almost stopping his heart. He screwed his face up, trembling all over, struggling to catch his breath as she licked and sucked him, her breathy little moans adding to the ecstasy carrying him away.
    He couldn’t move.
    His muscles were slack and weak, bones limp and