The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 3

Callie's POV.

I slowly wrap my hand around him, marveling at my fingertips barely touching. Both his girth and length are impressive.

I've not been with anyone in a long, long time. The only guys I've slept with came years after my attack. They were quick one night—stands, who I barely allowed to touch me.

I barely touched them either, it was merely a joining of bodies. It's been over two years since I've slept with anyone. As I neared thirty, I figured I must be close to meeting my mate, so I stopped dating guys entirely.

I take my time admiring Nate's cock, turning it this way and that in my hands. It must be strange for him, watching me study it so closely. I trace my fingers over the veins running up the side, admiring its silky softness and contrasting hard center.

'What are you doing' Nate asks, his voice raspy with arousal.

'I'm sorry, I've never um…seen one properly, not like this,' I admit shyly.

I keep my eyes trained on his dick rather than his face, it's less embarrassing that way.

A pearly drop of pre—cum oozes from the tip, leaving me fascinated. I spread it around with my thumb, coating the head of his cock with it. I glance up at Nate and see he is gritting his teeth and gripping the sheets on either side of him.

I let go, worried I'm hurting him.

'Don't stop,' he pleads, his voice tight.

Encouraged, I reach for his cock again.

'But don't feel like you have to,' he adds quickly.

I shoot him a smile and turn back to my new favorite part of him. Lying on the mattress beside him, I begin moving my hand up and down, watching his foreskin move.

Unable to resist, I lean in closer and experimentally wrap my lips around the head. Nate grunts and his hips thrust upwards, pushing his cock further into my mouth.

I pull back and lick my lips, getting them nice and wet. I take him into my mouth again. With the added lubrication, he slips in, all the way to the back of my throat.

Nate's hands go to my hair, tangling themselves in the strands. I don't panic because I trust him and he's not pushing me down, he's just holding his hands there.

I'm comfortable doing this for him, because I am the one who is in control. I am choosing to do this; he isn't touching me intimately.

I breathe through my nose and relax my throat, letting me take him deeper. I feel him nudge the back of my throat and I close my eyes, forcing myself to relax.

I take him even deeper and before I know it, my lips are pumping against his pelvic bone. My eyes open in surprise at the realization that I've taken him completely.

I pull back, allowing myself to take a deep breath. I wrap my right hand around the base of his cock and pump it up and down in sync with my mouth.

The soft groans coming from Nate's lips spur me on. I find myself addicted to them, wanting to hear them and doing anything I can to initiate them.

When I sneak a glance up at him, he is watching me with hooded eyes, his lips parted in lust.

He strokes my hair with his hand, showing me affection despite having his mind on other things.

I reward him by bobbing my head up and down, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. I sheath my teeth with my lips and use my saliva as lubricant. I give him everything I have.

I sense when his climax starts to build. His cock twitches in my mouth and I feel it tensing between my lips. His hands grip my hair tighter and his breathing shallows.

I don't slow down. If anything, I get faster. I suck him harder and squeeze him with my hand.

'Callie.' My name falls from his lips like a whispered prayer.

He's warning me, I know. He's giving me a chance to stop or pull away, but I don't want to. I want to please him. He's done so much for me; I want to repay him somehow.

If I can't give him my body yet, then he can have my mouth.

Nate's hips begin jerking up and down, pushing his cock into my mouth. My eyes water a little but knowing that I'm pleasuring him makes the slight discomfort worth it.

I take a deep breath through my nose and then take him as deep as possible. Nate's cock slides down the back of my throat and he lets out a groan that borders on a growl.

'Callie! I'm going to—'

He doesn't finish his sentence. His words trail off in a moan and his entire body tenses. His cock pulses in my mouth and I feel his warm release hit the back of my throat.

He pulses with each spurt of come and I swallow it all. With a gasp, his body relaxes, and he falls back against the bed, spent.

I pull back and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, rubbing the saliva off of my chin. I lick my lips and swallow again. That wasn't too bad, actually.

I lie back down on the bed and Nate instantly puts his arms around me, crushing me to his chest.

'Thank you,' he mumbles into my hair.

He buries his face in my neck and presses his lips to the sensitive skin above my collarbone. His teeth graze the surface and I shiver in his arms, making him chuckle.

When he marks me, it will be there. A part of me can't wait. The other part of me is hesitant about what comes after the marking. Mating.

He kisses up my neck, moving to the safer territory of my jaw and then, finally, my lips.

'You are the most perfect woman I have ever met,' he tells me warmly.

I roll my eyes and nudge his chest playfully.

'You're just high on oxytocin,' I respond, and he laughs at me.

'I'm not. I'm high on you.'

We're both silent for a moment and then, at the exact same time, we both burst out laughing.

'Okay,' he confesses. 'That was cheesy.'

I nod. 'Yes, it really was.'

We both sober up and our eyes meet.

'It's true, though.'

I grin at him, overwhelmed with the amazing feelings I have for this man.

I kiss him again, wanting to feel his lips once more. We move perfectly against each other.

I bite his bottom lip gently, tugging it between my teeth. Nate groans and kisses me harder. He rolls us slightly and I lie on my back whilst he supports himself over me.

I can feel that he is hard against my thigh again. I don't think he knows I can feel him, so I wiggle against him. Nate tenses up and pulls his body back a little.

I pout at the loss, and he chuckles.

He runs his index finger down my face, along my cheek and across my bottom lip. My breath catches in my throat as he grazes his hand down my neck, over my collarbone and between my breasts.

He slides his hand to my thigh and squeezes it. His hand moves to my inner thigh, and I don't stop him. It moves higher, underneath the hem of my silk slip.

The moment his thumb grazes over my panties, I grab his wrist, stopping him.

'I want to please you,' he explains, reluctantly pulling his hand away.

My heart throbs painfully. I so badly want to let him, but the second I feel him close to my core, I freeze up.

'I know, I'm sorry,' I whisper.

Nate kisses my nose. 'Don't apologize. Just know that, when you're ready, I am more than willing to please.'

I laugh at that. 'Duly noted, thank you.'

'Maybe we should actually get some sleep now, hmm' Nate suggests.

I nod and tuck myself against his side.

Sleep comes easily.

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