The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 3

Callie's POV.

My reply is so quiet, I wonder for a second if he heard me.

But Nate must have heard my permission, because he gradually slides my thong down my legs, taking it off completely.

I keep my eyes shut and I keep biting down on my thumb, distracting myself so that the panic doesn't bubble up.

He gently runs his fingers over my lower lips and my breath catches in my throat. He parts my lips with his finger and runs it up and down.

Once wet with my juices, he eases one finger inside me.

Instantly, I clench around him. My heart rate spikes, and my throat feels like it's closing.

The way Nate is touching me is nothing like that night, but I'm still freaking out.

I don't say anything, or make any movement, but Nate must hear the change in my breathing. He quickly pulls his hand back and kisses my left thigh.

'I'll stop,' he whispers.

He starts to move, and I put my hands on his shoulders, stop him.

'No! Please, don't. I just…need a second,' I plead.

Nate lies back down between my legs, kissing my thighs soothingly. I take deep breaths and try to get my throat to open and relax.

Nate's mouth gets close to my core, and I feel his hot breath across the junction between my legs.

'What if I just use my mouth' He questions from below.

'Your m—mouth' I ask nervously.

Nate chuckles. 'Yes. My tongue.'

I swallow hard.

Oh my.

'Um—' I stutter. 'Do you want to'

I can practically see Nate grinning. 'Of course. Wait, have you never been eaten out before'

His words have my cheeks burning against, thank Goddess for the darkness.

'No,' I admit quietly.

'In twenty—eight years, you've never had someone go down on you' Nate seems incredulous at this revelation. 'Well, shit. Now, I want you to feel it even more.'

I remain silent and wait for him to move. He is patient, giving me another chance to back out.

When I don't move, Nate moves his mouth closer to my core. He parts my lips and blows gently, making me squirm. He chuckles and then places a kiss exactly over my clit.

I gasp at the unfamiliar sensation.

His tongue darts out and flicks my clit once. It's like my whole—body jolts with pleasure.

'Oh my…' I moan as he picks up the full length of my core, ending at my clit.

He circles the bundle of nerves and moves back down. His tongue teases my entrance and then pushes inside, making me gasp. It's a strange, but very welcome sensation.

His tongue feels so different from his finger. Different enough that I don't panic at all. All I can do is focus on how good it feels.

Nate buries his tongue inside me and then pulls out, moving back up to my clit. My breath catches in my throat, and I grip the sheets.

My back arches as pleasure grip me. Nate's tongue is like sweet torture. He flicks it back and forth over my clit until I see white spots in my vision.

An orgasm builds and my body trembles.

'Nate,' I beg breathily. 'Don't stop.'

He doesn't answer, his tongue never wavering from its task. The pleasure builds and then overwhelms me. It rolls through my body in waves, making me undulate against his mouth.

Nate's hands grip my thighs, holding me in place whilst he continues worshipping me with his tongue.

I gasp for breath, trying to breathe through the indescribable euphoria I'm feeling.

The pleasurable waves fade out and I finally feel like I can catch my breath again. I come down from my high and fall back against the sheets, thoroughly spent.

My breathing is still fast and shallow as I calm down. Nate kisses up and down my inner thighs, not moving from his spot between my legs.