Crashing into Love by Flora Ferrari

Chapter Eight

Callie

I tried to fight the urge as I lay in bed, tried not to think about the way he grabbed me when he kissed me, the way his hands sunk into my hips and smoothed around to my ass. I tried to remember those possible panties on the door handle and the way he quickly shoved them into his pocket.

But then the whirring thoughts got the better of me and I couldn’t stop myself from reaching between my legs and pressing down on my needy bud, rubbing softly at first as I imagined his rock hard body pressed against mine, as I imagined him pushing me closer and closer to the bed.

Soft moans escape my lips despite my efforts to stop them, as I envision Conrad looming over me, his manhood in his hand, stoking glistening precome all over his massive shaft.

I felt how big he was against my belly.

But in my fantasies, I don’t have to stress about disappointing him, about not being able to please such an experienced and massive man. In my fantasies I climb atop him and grind my body against his, sitting down on his massive length and sassily staring down at him.

“Ride me, Callie,” he snarls, and I start to bounce, to shift my hips up and down as—

I stop when I hear footsteps approaching, opening my eyes and sitting up.

A gasp escapes me.

Conrad stands in the center of the dark room, a hulking silhouette. The only light comes from the window, letting in a little moonlight, giving him even more of a savage wolfish look.

He smirks as he walks right to the edge of the bed, kneeling down and staring hard at me.

“What were you thinking about, you horny girl?” he growls, a carnal shiver in his voice.

“I was…”

My mouth is dry and words are difficult to access, his attention suppressing my ability to think.

“Callie,” he snarls.

His hand slides under the covers and he grips onto my thigh, bare in my shorts, squeezing so sizzling sensations slither up and down my leg, whispering hotly around my clit, my sex pulsing and aching as he moves higher, closer.

“I can feel how wet you are.” He brings his face close to mine, our lips brushing. “Now, be a good girl and tell me who you were thinking about.”

“You,” I whimper, as his hand gets closer and closer to my sex.

“And what were we doing?”

I whimper when he pushes down on my shorts, crushing the fabric against my sex and kissing the edge of my mouth. I turn to kiss him fully, my body urging me to throw myself at him, to fuse with him.

He leans back slightly, a smirk on his lips, as though he’s barely holding himself back.

“Answer my question,” he says firmly.

I gaze up at the ceiling, finding it difficult to look at him when he’s staring with such certain resolve. I know where he wants this to lead, what he wants.

“We were having sex,” I whisper. “I was on top and I was riding you and…”

I trail off, glad when he crushes his lips against mine.

It means I don’t have to go into detail about the fantasy, something I’ve never had to do before, revealing parts of myself I’ve always kept private because I can’t stand the idea of humiliating myself.

Our tongues clash and shivers run up my spine and through my body, as he presses his hand even harder against my sex.

I moan and buck against him, rocking my hips as instinct drives me.

“Fuck,” he snarls, breaking the kiss but keeping his face close to mine, staring at me with passion flaring in his wolfish eyes. “I need to taste you, Callie. I need to taste that sweet tight hole.”

I whimper and nod, barely aware of what I’m doing, desperate only to sink deeper into the pleasure. I’ve never done anything like this before, but something deep inside of me tells me to be quiet, not to tell him about my inexperience.

But what if this goes too far? What if it all spins out of control and I’m left with the prospect of disappointing him?

He groans, his breath whispering over me, as he forcefully presses his lips against mine again. “Say yes, Callie. Tell me you want me to eat your soaked little pussy.”

“Please,” I whimper, trembling against him. “Take me, Conrad.”

Take me.

It’s a poor choice of words because it could mean fuck me, make love to me, and I’m not sure if I can do that. But then I can’t sink any deeper into anxiety.

Grumbling like a bear about to devour a meal, he slides down the bed, his hands all over me. He grabs my PJ shorts and yanks them down roughly, making me gasp at his force, at the absolute undeniable need coursing through him.

He pulls my shorts down my ankles, throwing them to the floor, and then leans back. I stare down at him as he grips onto my thighs, gazing up at me with eyes brimming with a thousand unvoiced desires.

“You are so, so, so fucking wet. Do you always get this wet, you horny girl?”

I bite my lip and shake my head, my body screaming with the need to feel him, my clit yelling at me to make it happen.

“Don’t worry, baby girl.” He smirks, kissing up my inner thigh, sending fireworks exploding over my belly and coiling around my limbs. “I can tell how badly you need to cream for me.”

His kisses are hot promises against my thighs, getting closer and closer to my sex. His hands make deeper impressions on my skin. It’s like he’s fighting the urge to throw me across the bed, roughly bend me over and drive himself inside of me.

And then his mouth makes contact with my sex, boiling sensations exploding inside of me as he drags his tongue from my hole to my clit. He flickers against my bud, growling as he moves forward, taking the needy nub in his mouth and sucking on it.

I can’t do anything apart from rock with him, driven by the lust scorching through me, bucking and writhing as he works his tongue even faster.

“You taste fucking perfect,” he growls, smoothing his hands around to my hips, and then wedging them under the bed and grabbing my ass. He digs fingers into my flesh, squeezing possessively. “Fuck, you like that, don’t you, you horny thing?”

“Yes, yes,” I gasp, hardly able to form any other words, hardly able to see as tears of pure pleasure flood my eyes. “Oh, God…”

He pushes his face against my pussy, opening his mouth and licking and sucking me so I can’t feel any individual sensation anymore.

All I’m conscious of is the heat and the tingling pressure of his mouth and tongue, my clit feeling like it’s going to explode and send euphoric sensations tearing through me.

“Oh, oh,” I whimper, shuddering, my heart slamming against my rib cage. “I’m going to…”

And then everything pauses like the world stops spinning. My moans turn hollow and I can’t draw in enough air. My legs buckle and I begin to vibrate like there’s a bomb going off inside of me, exploding over and over.

“Ah, ah,” I gasp, as Conrad attacks my clit with more speed, more ferocity, his tongue blazing across it.

The orgasm erupts in my belly and shudders through me, my sex pulsing, intense pressure flooding me as wetness slides out of me.

Conrad growls and tightens his grip on my ass, sinking his fingers in hard enough I know he’s going to leave a mark.

But I don’t care.

No, I want him to leave a mark. My body sings at the idea.

Brand me, Conrad. Make me yours.

I grind my hips up and down, shifting my sex against his mouth, as the last euphoric pulsations of the orgasm flutter through me.

I’m left flat on my back, panting for mercy, unable to believe what just happened. We really did that. My whole body is alight, glowing, as though telling me that nothing is ever going to be the same again.

“Fucking hell.” Conrad leans back, staring at me with his lips shining. “You have no idea how sexy you look, you sound, you smell when you cream for me. What do you think, baby? Is your hole ready?”

He smooths his hand up toward my sex, slipping a finger inside of me.

“You feel ready.”

He moves his finger around in small circles, tempting me to tell him, yes, to scream yes, I’m ready. I can take him.

But I can’t stop the anxious voice inside of me from hissing it’s too fast. I’m going to disappoint him.

I’m going to ruin everything.

“No.” I gasp. “Please, Conrad… just, just no.”

He slides his finger out of me, leans back, and stares, confused. “No? Why? I can feel how badly your body wants it, Callie.”

“I do, I do.” I breathe heavily, sitting up, suddenly aware of my exposed sex, suddenly aware of how insane this is.

“I’ve already done more than I ever have,” I tell him. “It’s so much and I don’t want to disappoint you and…”

And the panties, I almost say, but something holds me back, perhaps the desire not to make this messier then it already is.

“Disappoint me?” He narrows his eyes. “What are you talking about? You could never disappoint me.”

I laugh without humor, shifting my legs. It’s like I’ve been split down the middle, one half of me crying out for his touch, his lust, his desire, his possessiveness – crying out to put the anxiety aside and throw myself at him, and take every sizzling inch of him inside of me.

But there’s another part of me that can hardly believe this is happening, that can’t believe I’ll be able to take him, to please him.

And that’s the part that bellows the loudest, deafening.

“I could,” I whisper.

“What is it?” he snaps. “Tell me, Callie.”

“I’m sorry.”

He laughs gruffly, shaking his head. “Don’t be sorry. Just tell me what’s going on.”

“I’m…” I lick my lips, trying to think of a way to delay this, but nothing comes to mind. “I’m…”

“Callie.”He grips my thigh, leaning forward, staring at me with burning blue flames in his eyes. “Tell me.”

“I’m a virgin.”