I lift my ass to help her. When my jeans are down around my ankles, Calla leans in again, her dark hair flowing everywhere. I grab it and tug it hard while she continues tormenting me. I could lose my load right now and her mouth hasn’t even touched me.
“I’m loving seeing you on your knees, although it should be me on my knees begging you to love me forever, telling you my heart is finally healing. Good Lord, you have no idea how hard you make me. How badly I crave you deep within my bones.”
“I feel the same way. All these years, I never wanted to acknowledge to myself that I have always felt you here,” she admits, placing her hand over her heart. “But right now, I need to feel you here.”
She squeezes my dick. I grit my teeth.
Her small, delicate fingers pull my briefs down and my cock springs free. Her eyes go wide as she does a double take, looking up at me then back at my dick. Son of a bitch. I’ve been so enthralled in what she is doing to me that I completely forgot about my tattoo. She gasps loudly, her hands flying up to her mouth.
“Oh, my God. You crazy man!”
All kinds of questions flicker through her eyes. Some I’m willing to answer, and some I’m not.
She hesitantly reaches out and runs her index finger down the stem of the white lily.
“Did it hurt?”
“It hurt. Not as much as losing you did,” I tell her, speaking the God’s honest truth.
Her eyes turn sad.
“When did you do it?” she whispers, her smooth finger continuing to glide up and down my dick.
I’ve waited six years to show her this. Tell her why I marked myself. And now I can’t seem to get the words to escape past my throat.
“Cain. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Her head bows, her hair once again falling all around her. I can’t see her face, but I can feel, though. And when her tongue takes a swipe across the tip of my dick, all I can do is to lay my head back and relish in the fact that she is here. It’s her. Her mouth making love to my cock. Her long, dark hair spread across my stomach, draping down my legs.
I’m finally believing I have my life back.
Chapter Sixteen
Calla
I’m astonished, nearly rendered speechless when I get a good look at Cain’s glorious cock. I’ve never seen anything like that tattoo in my life. A single, perfectly drawn out white Calla lily runs up the front of it. I want to explore it. Lick it. Suck it. Hell, devour it.
I’m no slut; I have had only two lovers since our breakup, but I haven’t given a blow job since the last time I gave one to Cain. What inexperienced teenagers we were. I was so surprised when he told me one night while we lay in the dark on the bed that he has never let anyone else give him a blow job, kissed another woman, or even gone down on one. I told him not to say shit to try and make me feel better; I didn’t expect him to keep his dick in check while we were apart. He said he always knew we would get back together, or at least, he was bound to try.
So now I sit here on my knees in front of the man who I love with everything I have. I start at the tip, placing small kisses around his opening, swirling my tongue up and down the front and licking the now enlarged head. My hair veils my view of his face, so I can’t see if he’s enjoying what I’m doing. He sighs, his thigh relaxing under my touch. His hands firmly set into my hair, giving me the confidence to carry out this sexual act. God, I’m confident in almost everything I do, but right now, I am fucking nervous.
Please, babe, love this. Let this be the best damn blow job of your life.