He could not say whether he had slept for 10 minutes or 2 hours. He woke up as Anna was trying to untangle herself from him. She moaned in Russian, which seemed to be a complaint. His body felt heavy and his mind blank. He must have had a sound sleep, he thought, so unlikely of him…
Anna moved again, turned her back to him, and pressed the whole length of her body against his.
His mind rapidly cleared, as his hand, resting on Anna's hip, started to move, almost on its on will, under her jumper onto her midline. He sensed her soft and warm skin, her toned muscles.
He felt like he knew every inch of her body already. He had spent so much time observing her that his brain had already catalogued a great number of details, which his hand was now confirming.
He kept on caressing her, his hand flat on her firm stomach walking its way up to her breast, which had many a times startled his senses and his curiosity. As he felt the soft fabric of her bra, Anna started to move. Was she awake, or was it a natural reaction of her body? He wondered.
He inhaled deeply, feeling vaguely troubled to intrude in her sleep. His fingers met a round and hard surface, which he grabbed and rolled gently. Anna seemed to be fully awake by then, breathing faster under the movements of his fingers. She stirred lightly, pressing her body a little more against his torso and legs.
Callen breathed in deeply, trying to force calm into his mind and body. In vain.
His body was already showing signs of his intention and his mind was completely absorbed by Anna, he was oblivious of their environment. How could she make him lose control of himself to that extent, he wondered. He surely had fallen in love before, of Joelle for instance, but never to the point of losing his control.
Anna turned around and passed her arms around his neck. The pale light reflecting from the street revealed her gaze. It was primal, full of desire but also vulnerable.
Without a word, he pulled her closer to him and kissed her softly, placing chaste pecks on her lips.
She was the one to push the kiss deeper, first nibbling his upper lip then passing her tongue over it.
This triggered an immediate reaction on him, sending a shockwave all over his body. He answered her kiss with more force and pushed himself onto her, to grant himself total access to her mouth and neck.
His hands started to travel again across her skin, removing her white jumper along the way. She lifted her head, kissing his neck in the process.
With little time ahead of us, that first piece of garment removed was a signal. They separated, lying side by side to undress quickly. The noise of rumbled fabric echoed in the room for a few seconds.
Callen was the fastest. He rose on his side to help her remove her underwear. In one instant, they were both naked, drawn to one another like magnets, the heat and scent of their bodies radiating to their face.
Their desire no longer shielded by their clothes, they suddenly felt exposed. Callen stopped and breathed in heavily, looking for Anna's gaze, in reassurance. She smiled back and lifted her head from the pillow to kiss him. From that moment, Callen felt no more doubt. He resumed to caressing each inch of her body, which grew more familiar in the minute.
He knew daylight would come soon and this moment would no longer exist. At this point, all he wanted was to be inside her.
She was longing for him with as much avidity, nibbling on his neck, his ears, his shoulders, her hands roaming up and down his back with large gestures, her body swaying under his, revealing her desire against his.
He cupped one of her breast in his hand, grasping it firmly while capturing her nipple in his mouth, going from one breast to the other while she caressed his broad shoulders, her breath short and rapid.
He released her breast to slide his hand between her legs. What he expected, or hoped for since the beginning, was there, exposed. Her hairless pubis was soaked, her lips and nub already swollen under his fingers. He barely registered her panting more rapidly or her hips moving under his hands, only aware of the sensation of her wet sex. When he felt her hand against his torso, going down to his stomach, he looked up at her face again. Her lips were parted, her eyes closed and her head back in the pillow. Her breast was at his mouth reach. As he grabbed one of her nipples, he felt her hand closing on his sex, caressing the now very sensitive skin of its head. He repressed a groan, inhaling deeply in her chest instead.
Anna seemed to be on autopilot by now, her hips were moving rhythmically under Callen's hand while she imprinted stroking and pressing movements around his length.
Callen broke the movement with a deep kiss, forcing her to look at him. He had laid entirely over her body, weighing on her. Her glazed eyes meeting his, she seemed surprised, and maybe a little disappointed by the interruption. As she heard movements from the other room, she understood his intent. They stared at one another, Callen putting a soft kiss on her lips while guiding himself with his hand into her. He entered in her, silently, his eyes fixed on hers.