Callie could definitely not regret this, even in hindsight. Sure, logic might say this was not the most brilliant of things to do. After all, the physical risks... pregnancy and disease... You really couldn't ever be too careful. But as long as those things didn't happen, this would be an evening for the books, right?
Her response to his eager tongue kiss was fervent, just as her hands were. Exploring more boldly although she was quickly distracted from her pursuit by his own journey. His kisses sent pleasurable ripples along her skin, a wave of heat coursing through her and sending the appropriate arousal signals to the sensitive parts of her body. Of course, a lot of it was the fact that a good-looking guy was giving her physical attention which does a lot for the ego, and a lot for the body. Especially if you weren't used to it.
First detour, breasts. She bit her lower lip, her hands idle in his hair without much to do as he seemed intent on his mission. Her grip tightened slightly, inhaling sharply. It's amazing how she forgot how sensitive her breasts could be. Then again, not something a person ordinarily thinks of. Unless, of course, you were pregnant or in a similar situation.
And down. Each ticklish kiss sent her muscles tightening, her mind reeling with anticipation. Along her largely freckled skin, something under normal circumstances she'd be embarrassed about (but how often are you naked in front of someone else, especially a man, and the circumstances be 'normal'?), and approaching the core of sexual excitement. And he increased her frustration, going slower and slower to the point where she wondered if he was really going to and he did. Callie gasped, abdomen and thighs tightening, legs bent and reflexively spreading to give him more room.
Pleasure rippled sharply from her nerve endings. She shuddered and moaned quietly, her breathing a little labored. Her hips reflexively arched up, as his tongue inflicted copious amounts of sensations, rewarded with soft moans and fingers curling in his hair The air was surprisingly cool on her otherwise hot body, causing her to shiver and magnify the all the pleasant physical sensations. And even as she felt her body tighten, muscles around his exploitative fingers or tongue, she (with mild regrets), pushed him back away only to push him onto his back. The immediate lack of physical contact made her shudder slightly with the absence.
Still, she decidedly finished disrobing Zachary, kissing him along his jaw and down his neck, leaving pleasant nips. She kissed down his chest, slowly, her hands tracing down his chest and hips, one hand migrating slyly behind his thighs. Callie grazed her teeth gently across his stomach, her hand gripping 'him' gently. Alternating pressure and speed, tortuously slow to pleasantly fast, before finishing her equally slow migration down his body. Finally, she slid her mouth around him, her tongue swirling wonderfully around the tip and deep-throating, her hand riding along the length. Who knew Callie was talented in blow-jobs?
Zachary is a lucky man, indeed.
