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As soon as the bedroom door closed behind them he pushed her against the wall, lifting her up, her legs around his waist as his hands were firmly on her ass, giving it a squeeze. He made it quite obvious that he needed her after a week of her teasing him with pictures and her words through text, telling him how bad she needed him, the words crossed his mind again as he kissed her roughly, her hands tangled in his hair, twirling it around her fingers and giving it soft tucks from time to time. He groans as he removed one of his hands on her ass, letting it slip underneath her shirt. His hand made it’s way to her boobs, feeling the soft fabric of her bra as he gave it a squeeze, making her gasp. He smiled before he moved away from the wall and walked over to the bed. He sat down on the edge, her sitting in his lap, his hips moving upwards to meet hers as she grinded down on him.
She pulled away from the kiss, a little out of breath, kissing his neck now, leaving her marks. “I believe I still owe you a strip show.” She softly said in between the kisses and hickeys. She felt his fingers pressing harder down in her skin when those words left her lips. “You definitely do.” He agreed as she looked at him, getting of his lap so he could sit properly before she started her act, a little nervous about it.
Before she started she grabbed her phone to put on some music, the first notes of Valentine filling the room. She turned her back to him as she unbuttoned her jeans, her hips swinging from side to side along to the beat as she shimmied her jeans down her legs. She heard Calum suck in a breath as she stepped out of her jeans, letting out a soft laugh as she reminded herself about the fact how much he loved her ass. She faced him again, her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down softly on it as she took her place again on his lap, one hand on his chest to push him down on the bed as her hips kept making circles on him. She let her hands intertwine with his, ghosting her lips over his. “Now the thing is that there is a rule for strip shows. You can’t touch the strippers, so I hope you can manage to keep your hands to yourself…dadd or I might stop .” She mumbled against his lips before pulling back, sitting up straight, letting go of his hands.
Her hips kept pushing down and moving against his, basically dry humping him as her hands flew to the hem of her shirt. Slowly taking it off, throwing it to the other side of the room. She bent down again, giving him the impression she was going in for a kiss before moving back up again. “What’s wrong, baby? You wanna touch me, hm? She asked as she saw that he wanted to move his hands to her waist. ’‘Seems I am in charge here, aren’t I? Or not? I am the boss in this relationship, Cal.” She joked as voice was laced with an innocent tone, but oh he knew so much better, there was no trace of innocent left in her when it came down to this.
In a swift motion he sat up, grabbed her by the waist and flipped them, him on top of her. “Oh babygirl listen to me now, you are definitely not the one in charge here and I will make that very clear tonight so you better remember it for next time.” He grabbed her wrist. holding them in a strong grip above her head, definitely leaving bruises for the next day.
He crashed his lips on hers, kissing her until they had to pull away to breath. Moving his lips to her neck, he made sure there were several hickeys between the kisses he placed there to remind her that she was his and only his, her breathing becoming uneven, feeling herself becoming wetter and wetter by the second for him. “Caaaaaalummmm…” She whined as he had was making his way down, his lips just above her boobs now, but no reaction came from him. He didn’t even look up to her, ignoring her whine.
He released his grip on her wrists, but the stern look on his face told her enough, she wasn’t allowed to touch him yet. It wasn’t until he reached that spot on her ribs that always made her gasp and he could even hear a soft whimper that he looked up to her. Her back was slightly arched, she was biting down on her lip, her eyes closed and her hands gripping the sheets to keep her from touching him that he realised how much he loved her and how much he wanted her. She was fucking gorgeous, he thought to himself before returning his attention to her body. He kissed his way down skipping the place where she wanted him the most, but grabbing her thighs to spread them a bit wider. He already saw the small wet patch on her panties, making him moan when he saw it.
He kissed on her thighs, getting higher everytime, leaving a trail of hickeys until she couldn’t take it anymore and finally spoke up again. “Fucking do something, Cal! I need you so bad.” She basically yelled in frustration whcih was the exact thing he wanted to hear her say.
“Beg for it, love.” He smirked as he moved up again, giving her a short kiss. “Never.” She said in a stubborn tone, moving her hips up, wanting to ride his thigh. “Alright princess, suit yourself. I’m not doing anything until you beg for it.” He simply said, his hand moving up to her throat, holding a soft grip on it as his thumb traced figures on it. Oh fuck, she thought to herself, she loved it when he did this. She moved up to kiss him, but he shook his head no. He moved his thigh forward to give her some friction but as soon as she wanted to go for it he pulled back again, making her whine again. “You know what to do babygirl.’'
‘’Fine! Please fucking please Calum, touch me. I need you so bad, I don’t care what you do, but please do something. I’m dripping for you! Please just please I beg you, fucking do something, I need you to touch me!” She started to beg as her hands tugged on his shirt, needing something his touch so bad.
“That’s more like it.” He mumbled before kissing her, his free hand softly rubbing her through her underwear. She moaned softly as her grip on his shirt only become tighter and her breathing heavier.
“Oh fuck Calum, don’t stop.” She moaned as he slipped his fingers underneath her panties, feeling her wetness. “I’m so fucking close. oh my god, fuck, fuck, fuck, Caluuum! Don’t stop, baby, I’m gonna cum.” She moaned as she arched her back, feeling herself being pushed towards the edge, her body starting to tremble, but just like that he removed his touch from her, sitting back up.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?” She screamed angrily at him. “That’s what you get for making me struggle all week, love. I wouldn’t have done this if you didn’t make me struggle again during your strippers act.” He said with a satisfied smirk on his face.
“You absolute dickhead, how could you??!?! You for sure hate me!”
Got nothing, but love for you, fall more in love every day. Maybe if you can be more of a good girl, I’ll let you cum for me, kitten.“ He said before leaning in for another kiss.
You smiled as you gave in, ’'I love you, babygirl.” He said against your lips, making you smile more. “I love you too, so much Cal. So fucking much”
Oh the night wasn’t over at all….this was just the beginning of something great.
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