Chapter Nine

Cain

Having craved the taste of her for so damn long, I’m now gaping at this glistening wet pink flesh that’s within an inch of my mouth. It’s like I’m looking at it for the first time. Flashbacks hit me full force of when I tasted her sweet pussy. Nothing, and I mean nothing as sweet-smelling has run across my lips since.

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 pussy 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 pussy 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 pussy 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 pussy. 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 pussy 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 pussy 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...”

I silence her with my hand over her mouth.

“Don’t you dare. I said we will talk. Don’t you deny this to either one of us. If you didn’t want me to fuck you, you wouldn’t have just come all over my tongue, baby.”

I may sound crude, but I don’t care; I know she wants me as much as I want her. I’m done talking. I want her fucking mouth.

I grab her for a passionate kiss, swinging my leg around her naked torso and straddling her waist. Water sloshes between us. I’m careful not to put all of my weight on her, but Jesus, I want to see how far I can push her. See how much of my domination she can take. Explore her boundaries.

I’m primal in kissing her, urgency mixing with sexual desperation. When her tongue glides across mine, I completely lose it. She tastes like passion.

My hands go into her wet hair, tugging enough so she arches her long neck and I can escape into the territory of her body I have missed. Her sweet spot. The one that makes her cry out my name like she is doing now.

“Cain. Oh, my.”

She sucks in a breath. My mouth glides down the side of her neck. I need those perfect breasts in my mouth.

Her nipples are already hard and protruding. I begin my exploration by lifting one in my hand, my wet mouth licking around them then moving underneath where I kiss and lick and nip. She is enjoying this just as much as I am. Her sighs and moans as she grinds herself against me are all I need to know.

She squirms when I exhale on her nipple so she feels the warmth of my breath. Her body is totally under my control. I can’t get nearly enough. I switch my mouth to her other breast while leaving my hand stretched wide, busily playing with the one I just left. They’re too damn beautiful for either one of them to be ignored.

“Do you like that?” I ask gruffly after I suck her nipple in deep.

“God, yes!” she moans.

“Tell me what else you like.”

“Anything. You could do anything to me right now, and I would love it.”

She places her palms down flat on my shoulders. Her pussy grinds into my stomach and my cock aches. Goddamn, he is going to feel so fucking happy when I finally sink inside her.

“How about this?”

My finger roams down her ribcage, along her backside, and down the crack of her plump, tight ass. Her body goes rigid for a beat. She quivers when I circle her puckered hole.

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Every part of this body has always belonged to me, Calla. And I’m staking my claim right here and now.”

With one last lick of her breast I am at her mouth again, kissing long, hard, and deep while I push my finger gently inside her ass. She clenches with resistance at first, then slowly begins to relax. I stop when I get to my knuckle.

Our kissing becomes more erratic. She nips at my bottom lip. My finger glides out and back in. She whimpers and clenches down again. I grin against her mouth.

“You like that, huh, baby? I got you. You want more, then tell me.”

“Just don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Her desperation rings loud and clear. My sweet, innocent wife has turned into a fucking naughty sex goddess. My finger goes in deep.

“Like this?” I tease.

Her hips lift up completely. That’s it. I pump my finger in and out of her ass. Calla watches me with glazed over eyes. She wants it rough and dirty, making me wonder exactly what the hell she has done with the two other men she has been with.

I cast those thoughts aside just as quickly as they enter my head, tucking them away for a talk we will definitely be having later. I continue to finger fuck her senseless until I feel her grab hold of my wrist, nails slicing into my skin as she comes once again.