Page 76 of Shake Your Boo Thang

I grin to myself, feeling rather triumphant.

It takes me a hot second to fumble about in the sheets and find the condom packet, but after that, I don’t waste time, quickly opening it and rolling the latex down Callum’s hard shaft. Holding his cock steady, I align the head of it with my entrance. Real slow and careful, I bear down as I start to take him inside me.

The muscles in Callum’s neck stand out in stark relief, and his hands grip the sheets as if he’s hanging on for dear life. I can tell it’s taking a lot to hold himself still for me, and my heart goes as warm and gooey as a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie.

Callum’s a lot sweeter and more caring than he lets on. Even with desire taking over reason, he’s still treating me like I mean something to him, like I’m—dare I hope—precious to him.

At this moment, I know in my heart of hearts that Callum would never deliberately hurt me, and there’s something freeing about that knowledge.

I can trust him with my body and I’m starting to believe I can trust him with my heart too.

When I finally come to rest against his pelvis again, his cock embedded in me up to the hilt, I’m panting and sweating from exertion. It’s no small task taking a well-endowed man into your body, but my determination won the day.

“You all right?” Callum asks, his accent thicker than usual.

I love it when I’m the cause of that!

“Give me a moment, darlin’,” I say as I focus on relaxing my protesting muscles.

Slow and steady wins the race, as they say, and after a few minutes, I triumph. Now that I’ve unclenched enough to enjoy it, I sigh with pleasure at the sensation of fullness inside me. This is something I’ve always loved about bottoming, and it’s always so much better with the right man. And let me tell you, Callum Fraser is so much righter for me than anyone I’ve ever been with.

Once we’re both ready, I start to move up and down, savoring the glide of his cock as it slides in and almost out of me. I shudder at the instantaneous pleasure that courses through my body and soon pick up my pace, riding him with greater force. After all, I need to live up to my self-appointed title of Bedroom Rodeo Queen.

Callum reaches between us and takes hold of my cock in his big, warm hand. Then that devious man starts jacking me in time with my bouncing, and I ride him for all I’m worth.

With his glorious cock filling me and him jacking my own dick, it isn’t long until I’m reaching the precipice. My body loses its earlier finesse, and I become jerky and desperate as I strain for the finish line.

That’s when Callum takes hold of my hips and with a guttural noise flips us over so that I’m now underneath him.

Instinctually, I wrap my legs around him and he pounds into me with a ferocity that leaves me breathless. All that prior restraint is gone, and he’s single-minded in his focus. A few hard thrusts as he pegs my prostate and I’m seeing stars as I come with what feels like enough force to blow off the top of a fire hydrant.

Callum continues slamming into me, and my nerve endings are so highly sensitized that it makes the lingering pleasure of my orgasm last longer.

Moments later, Callum finally cries out his own release and collapses on top of me, utterly spent. I stroke his sweaty hair and back as we both catch our breath.

I’m entirely blissed out and already thinking about the next time we can do this. But even though my cock likes the idea of that, it’s nowhere near ready to go for a round two. Alas.

After a few minutes, Callum heaves himself off me and moves onto his back next to me.

“Bedroom rodeo queen is right,” he murmurs. “That was fucking amazing.”

I turn my head and grin at him. “I’m a man of many talents.”

He pulls off the condom, ties it, and drops it in the wastebasket.

“If you were any more talented, I’m worried I might not survive.”

I poke him in the side and laugh. “Ditto, sugar. I swear I saw stars, maybe a supernova or two. That was out of this world.”

He turns to his side and faces me, his expression all soft and oddly vulnerable. “This is real, isn’t it? You and me, I mean.” He blushes. “And it’s not post-orgasm glow talking, I swear.”

I chuckle and reach over to stroke his stubbled cheek tenderly. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you all along, darlin’. A force more powerful than we can understand brought us together for a reason, and it’s not just to partner up on this case. It’s so much deeper than that.”

He rests his hand over mine, holding it to his cheek like a lifeline. “Is it stupid of me to say I’m scared?” His words come out in a grumble, but there’s an edge of uncertainty to it.

“I’m scared too,” I admit. “I’ve never experienced a connection like this with anyone besides you. When it comes to us being together, I don’t have any doubts.”

“You truly believe we can make this work? London’s a long way from Alabama.”