If Walls Could Talk

Twenty-Three

"No running across the hall this time, baby." Calum eyes Skye as he pulls her by the hand through his bedroom door, closing it quietly behind them.

"No three year olds breaking into dad's bedrooms and playing with his left behind mess either." She laughs.

"Not tonight." He grins, reaching out to wrap his hands around her hips, pulling her closer to himself.

"This time is different isn't it?" He freezes suddenly, her eyes showing with the slightest hint of reluctance.

"What do you mean, Skye?"

"I mean this time it means something is shifting. The first time, it was sort of spur of the moment, heated emotions, just happened. This time I'm choosing full capacity to let you in like this, and it is a point I won't be able to change my choice without consequence after."

"Do you think you'll change your mind about me, Skye?"

"I really, really hope not. It just, it seems so... so altering to my foreseen life path I guess."

"Aren't these things always unforeseen and life altering? If you want to go slow we can, if you want to not do this tonight, I'll be okay. I just know, Skye, I want you. I want you different than I've ever wanted someone before." His deep brown eyes connect with hers, shivers running up and down her spine as his words fall.

"I'm nervous, but I'm not saying no. You make me want to swan dive off this cliff and not have to think about the consequences."

"Then dive, baby. I'll catch you every time." He mumbles, sliding his hand around her jaw to cup the back of her neck, tilting her head until he can find her lips. Skye's hands slide easily up his jaw to tangle in the curls topping his head, the bucket hat he'd put on after she messed up the curls earlier falling to the floor unnoticed by either of them.

Stumbling backwards Calum somehow hits the bed, falling against his back on the soft duvet. Without missing a beat Skye is straddled across his hips, mouths moving in perfect sync as Calum's hands roam up and down Skye's sides enticing her body to wake up every nerve and sense.

"You know," Skye comments, slowly kissing down his neck, "this is celebratory of your album."

"Mmh." Calum breathes out heavily through his nose as her teeth sink ever so gently into his collarbone, tongue dancing over his skin as she marks him.

"I should spoil you, baby." She whispers as she blows over the freshly formed bruise, goosebumps spreading quickly over his neck.

"How?" He groans as her weight shifts on his growing erection.

"Just lay back and enjoy." She smirks as she slides down his body far enough to lift his shirt off. Her delicate lips trailing patterns across his torso, nips and bites marking him as her own in a way that makes Calum squirm with delight.

"You're a fucking tease aren't you, baby." He groans hotly as she swipes her tongue across the skin resting just above his shorts.

"Don't pretend you don't love it." She smirks as she quite suddenly reaches forward to palm him through the thin fabric.

"Shit." He calls out, head tilting backwards as his neck tightens, a sight that has Skye's panties feeling rather ruined. "I want to fuck you so bad." He seethes through gritted teeth as she presses more firmly against him.

"You'll get your chance, baby, just enjoy the way I can make you feel right now." She smiles, letting off the large bulge in his pants to remove the clothing item. His fully erect penis springing upward quite satisfactory as it is released from the confides of the cotton.