Her luscious lips greet me, her clit hard and ready for me to take into my hot mouth. It’s fucking beautiful.
Since I haven’t had my mouth on any other woman, you would think I’d want to devour her. And I do, but I also want to savor this moment. She wiggles her ass a little, clearly not on the side of savoring. She wants it now, and by God, I’m going to give it to her so good that when she tries to walk tomorrow she won’t know if her * is aching from the tongue lashing she is about to get or from my cock.
I’ve never been one to pray, but I sure am now that this is not a one-time thing for her, that all she wants to do is fuck me out of her system. It will never happen. Calla is engraved into my soul. This house I have built has never been my home, not until she crossed the threshold. It’s home now that she is in it. Home is her.
I take one long lick, spreading her lips apart until I reach her clit. Her * is dripping wet and spread wide open for me to see. I thank God once again for the high quality lighting in this room.
“Oh, hell!” she wails.
Her bud is so hard. It’s all I can do not to bite down on it. She cries out more. My tongue circles her clit, moving down between the layers of her tender flesh. Fucking heaven.
I do this gently a few more times before tongue fucking the living shit out of her. My tongue cherishes every stroke, every plunge into her juicy hole. Her clit begs for more attention, and it gets it. I suck it deep into my mouth, tongue swirling, lips smacking every piece of her * I can find. Even the tight hole of her behind gets the tip of my tongue.
She’s screaming my name, hollering profanities I have never heard her say before. Jesus Christ, I’ve missed her so fucking much. The way her body responds to mine. The way her tight ass feels in my hands. The smell of her *. The sound of her voice. Everything. And fuck, here she is, in my arms, screaming and begging me not to stop. No one is going to make her leave me ever again.
I can sense she is getting close. My mouth remains on her clit. My eyes move from the view of her * to her face to gauge her reaction when she comes undone for me.
I suck gently, then harder, and even harder. She’s staring right at me but her eyes are glazed over. My gaze never drops from hers.
Her pelvis lifts with her impending orgasm, shoving her * farther into my face. The air in the room is thick with tension. I ride it out with her. Give her more. Hang the hell on, and keep my mouth firmly around her throbbing clit.
“Don’t you stop! Don’t… oh, my fucking God!” Calla screams when she explodes all over my tongue. The sweet taste of pure fucking sugar rushes over my taste buds. Pure fucking Cain sugar is more like it. I have never tasted anything so goddamned good in my entire fucking life.
God help me when I remove my mouth from her and lower her body back into the water. Her face is flushed red, body trembling. I’m far from finished with her.
Pushing myself up off of my knees, I feel the water dripping from my soaked jeans and shirt.
“Don’t you fucking move, Calla.”
Her chest bobs up and down. I need to keep her in this euphoric state. Her mind is too sensitive; it needs to stay focused on us. Unbuttoning my jeans and ripping off my shirt, I climb out, switch off the overhead lights, and push the button to illuminate the tub surround. I stand mute when I see how radiant she looks with her damp hair clinging to her face.
Not a second longer. I need to be with her. Fuck her like crazy. Give her everything I have.
I chuck my soaked pants, freeing my raging cock. It’s dark enough in here that she won’t see the tattoo inked on my dick. She’ll think I’ve lost my goddamned mind.
“Cain.”
Her voice is whisper soft as I step back into the now tepid water.
“Cain. We have to talk.”
“No, we don’t. We can talk when we’re done. What you and I are going to do right now is fuck.”
“You... what we just did...”