I felt my mouth go dry the moment that Callahan Darcy told me he wanted a relationship with me. Callahan Darcy wanted a relationship with me, Mira Beckett. He was the most eligible bachelor here in Boston. He chose me, he wanted me. Callahan slid his hand under my chin, lifting my face to meet his. He gently pressed his lips to mine. They were soft and possessive all at the same time. He was claiming my lips, and I feared that he was claiming my very soul. I could feel the something inside me claiming Callahan, I wanted to be his. I wanted to have him all to myself. But I couldn’t figure out why I was so drawn to Callahan Darcy He pulled me into his arms, and I was straddling his waist. Causing my dress to bunch up. Revealing my black panties. I could feel the bulge in his pants. Which made wetness pool in my panties. I pulled away from our kiss breathless as he moved his lips down my neck. Coming to the spot that my collarbone met my neck. He began to suck and bite down. Making me moan, I began to grind myself against him. The friction of his pants felt good against my wet core, but I needed more. I needed his touch. He flipped us over, my dress bunching at my waist. He was hovering above me. I felt his hand on my leg, which was wrapped tightly around his waist. I wasn't letting him go until he touched me.
“What do you want Mira? I can feel your wetness through your panties. You are soaked and its all for me,” he whispered huskily. His hand moved further up my thigh. Moving closer to my aching core. I moaned at his words.
“I want you to touch me Callahan, I need you to touch me,” I moaned. He gave me a smirk, before kissing me again. This time more urgently. His tongue slipped into my mouth. I grasped and tugged at his hair, and he groaned into our kissing. His hand came to rest on the top of my panties. And I heard him hiss.
“Oh baby, you are so wet, and it's all for me baby,” he moaned. As he began to palm me over my panties. He then slipped his hand into my panties and slipped a finger inside my aching core. He moved in and out, as his thumb circled my clit. I panted, grasping his shoulders. His expert fingers were making me weak. I could feel my orgasm coming. And it was coming quickly. My hips began to move on their own accord.
“Callahan yes,” I moaned. I then pulled his lips back to mine. He slowly added a second finger, stretching me. His thumb continuing to torture my clit. His touch was driving me crazy. No guy could ever do this to me, not Tony. But Callahan could reach my very soul.
“Oh baby, you are so tight. You like it when I fuck your pussy with my fingers,” he moaned against my lips. His words were my undoing and my orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. His kiss feebly hid my screams. My body was trembling underneath him. He kissed me gently as my orgasm rocked my body. I fell back on the couch breathless, my body on cloud nine. Tony could never make my orgasms feel this good. Callahan made my body come alive under his touch. If he could elicit this kind of reaction by fingering me, what would sex with him be like? We stayed where we were for a few minutes. Just staring at one another. Then a knock startled us both. Oh shit… Callahan jumped up, pulling me up with him. Both of us fixed our clothing as best we could. He fixed his suit, while I pulled my dress down. And tried to hide the mark he made on my collarbone. I pulled my bun out and ran my hands through my hair a few times, hoping that with it done it would hide the mark. Soon after Renee popped her head in.
“I am going out for lunch, do you want me to pick you up anything Ms. Beckett,” she asked. Her eyes took in both Callahan and I. My cheeks were bright red, I had never done that at work before. But the idea of getting caught like that, made me turn on again. Made me want Callahan to bend me over that desk and fuck me senseless.
“No I am good Renee, I brought lunch with me today. Have a good break,” I replied. She nodded, giving me a smirk before shutting the door. Callahan and I both let a sheepish laugh. He then wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to his chest. He kissed my hair. I breathed in his scent, it was intoxicating. I couldn’t get enough of being in his arms. I wanted to be in his arms for the rest of my life.
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The Wolf Who Saved Me
WerewolfMira Beckett was saved from a fire when she was 15 by a mysterious black wolf. She survived, but her parents didn't. In one night, her entire childhood was destroyed. Now 10 years later, she lives in Boston with her best friend Lizbeth Tanner. But s...