Cain’s hands leave my body to cradle my face, his thumbs skimming down my cheeks and running across my lips. His hands grab me by the ass and lift me, so I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. I moan again when he doesn’t go for my lips first; instead, he hits that spot on my neck. The sensations are too much. My God, his lips feel so good, sucking and assaulting my neck like he’s truly missed me.
“Oh, hell!” I gasp.
My legs squeeze tighter around his waist. Rough friction from his damp jeans abrades me and I grind and writhe like a snake against him.
“Fuck!” he roars.
How he manages to get the two of us lying back down in this water is beyond me, but he does. He’s on top of me with my head resting comfortably on the soft cushion.
I’m in a daze of wanton desire. Cain pushes my legs apart, palms my ass, and lifts the bottom half of my body out of the water. A smile pulls his lips, which has me looking down to see what he is reacting to.
“What?’ I ask breathlessly.
“I fucking knew you would be bare down here. This pink pussy uncovered for me to see. Hold on to something, because I haven’t eaten a goddamned thing all day.”
I bite my bottom lip when his face lowers to my pussy. He doesn’t touch me for the longest time, he just stares at it like it’s his lifeline. A tiny voice inside my head tells me this isn’t the right thing to do, but when his face dips closer and he inhales my scent, those thoughts fly from my mind.
“I’ve waited six fucking years to do this. To have you in my arms. To have this pussy staring me right in the face. Six years, Calla. Don’t you dare ask me to stop. I’m taking what’s mine.”
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.