Crazy Over You

📚 Chapter 59 📚

James

Callista has always been like a drug to me. One I was terrified to even touch her. Even touching and holding her hand as kids was torture since I knew I would need to let go but it was addicting how warm and soft her skin is. I remember using every excuse I could to just hold her hand when we were kids but as we got older, the more I had to withdraw from her.

Putting my arm around and just doing these things felt like a taunt. I wanted her but couldn't have her.

Until now.

I couldn't stop kissing her or touching her whenever I got the chance.

The first time she left me touch her breast... Fuck. I couldn't stop. They were, and still are, beautiful.. I couldn't stop touching her. I went slow, touching and learning what she liked. I listen to her sounds and movements. And when I first placed my lips on her nipples that I've only ever dreamt of.

I had wild fantasies of her. Many of them. The times I've touched myself with the thoughts of her. How I fantasied her naked under me, on top of me. Riding me or sucking me. I've fantasied about her day and night. I've imagined the sounds she would make. I imagined all of it.

Once I had her though. Once I've been able to kiss and touch her, I started to do some research since I knew some day I would need to touch and please her.

I've never touched another woman other than her. I've heard how guys talk about how the clitoris is a myth. I've seen videos of women joking around how men can never find it. My fear IS fucking it up and hurting Callista or her faking it since she's more likely to feel bad I couldn't get her off.

The intrusions on articles and sex expects were detailed enough but the only issue is to put it into practice. Callsita is shy about those sort of things so I know she won't vocal her thoughts on what she likes and doesn't like which meant I would need to pay close attention to her body language, her breathing and sounds that leave her lips.

Easy enough, right?

Well, when she first let me touch her after I asked, I groan when I felt how fucking wet she was. When she's on my lap and making out, sometimes she would grin on me that drives me insane. She doesn't realize it until I grab on her waist to stop her. What she does is enough for me to finish in my own damn pants.

A little embarrassing but damn it.

I do admit, I have been betting better at not always getting a boner around her but at the same time, anything she does is enough for me to want to fuck her.

Maybe I am a horny teenager.

But fuck. When I touched her and felt the wet on my fingers, I wanted to go down on her. But I studied and put it to work. I went slow, touched her to learn and find the damn thing that many have said that was impossible to find. I used her wetness as a lubricant. I kissed her and touched her breast to distract her but also because I know how important foreplay is. I didn't want to make it awkward.

I remember moving my finger where she's sensitive. She made a sound that I swallowed. I touched it again and another sound. I did it once more and she's moving her hip to get that feeling so I kept my finger there and slowly rubbed on it to hear her make little whimpers. I moved a little faster to see what results I could pull out. Her lips left mine, clinging into me while breathing through her mouth I knew she liked it. I tried to be a little rough to experience but she made a painful sound. I stopped and went back to what I did.

She liked that better.

Fuck, she just kept getting wetter. The sounds she made and tried to keep in drove me insane because I was the one who's making her feel good.