The Accidental Honeymoon (Wildflower Lane #1)

Chapter 16

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CALLA

Our lips crash together with a fervor that sends electric jolts through my body. Jay’s hands are everywhere, tracing the curves of my shoulders, the arch of my back, and then down to my hips. He pulls me closer, as if trying to fuse our bodies into one. I fumble with the buttons of his shirt, too eager to wait. His hands find the hem of my blouse and yank it over my head. The cool air on my skin is a shocking contrast to the heat radiating from us.

His fingers expertly unfasten my bra and he throws it aside like it's an obstacle in his path. His eyes darken with lust as he takes in my bare chest. A wicked smile plays on his lips. He dives in, hungrily kissing and sucking each breast. His hands knead them with a rough tenderness that makes me moan his name. Every touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through me. I can feel my resistance melting like wax.

He groans. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”

I grip his shoulders. “I want you, Jay. I need you inside me.”

“My cock is so hard just thinking about your wet pussy,” he growls. The raw need in his voice sends a shiver down my spine.

I slide my hands up his chest, feeling the tension in his muscles. Slowly, teasingly, I pull his shirt over his head. He seizes the moment to kiss my neck, each brush of his lips spark that makes me gasp and clutch at him. I yank at his belt and then his pants, pushing them down as he kicks them off.

Just as he tries to push down my panties, I twist away, laughing, turning it into a playful wrestling match. He grabs my waist. I wriggle free, then he catches my wrist. He turns it over, peering at my tattoo

“I love my namesake etched into your skin, Calla. I like knowing that it’s there forever.”

I give a throaty laugh as he pulls me back into his chest. We breathe heavily then tumble across the bed. Our hands explore as our lips steal quick, passionate kisses.

Jay’s eyes are wild with desire as he lets me pin him down, my hands on his wrists. His skin is feverish to the touch. The pretend-battle really turned him on. I can feel his hardness pressing against me. He could easily flip me over and take control. But he surrenders, letting me ‘win’. I sit up, straddling him, and grind my hips against his in slow, torturous movements, feeling the power surge through me. His hard length presses against my center, sending a jolt of desire straight through me. I move my hips in slow, deliberate circles, dry humping him with just enough pressure to drive us both mad. My hands run over his chest, tracing the lines of his abs and the contours of his pecs, committing every detail to memory.

"Jay," I whisper, leaning down so my lips are just a breath away from his. "My pussy is already wet and ready for you." I pause, letting the words hang in the air, watching his reaction.

His eyes close for a moment, his jaw tightening as he struggles to keep control. When he opens them again, they're burning with an intensity that makes my heart race.

"Where do you want to be touched first?" I ask, my voice a seductive purr.

Instead of answering, he lets out a low growl. His hands shoot up to my waist. For a split second, I think he's going to pull me down and thrust up into me, taking what I've offered.

But he surprises me by flipping me over in a swift, fluid movement. He hovers above me, his breath hot on my face. I brace myself for the onslaught of kisses.

He starts with my lips, capturing them in a passionate, lingering kiss that leaves me dizzy. Then he trails down to my neck, planting soft, tantalizing pecks that make me gasp and clutch at his shoulders. My skin tingles with anticipation as his lips move lower, kissing my collarbone, then each breast in turn. I arch my back, offering myself to him. He takes his time, sucking and nibbling with a mix of tenderness and roughness that's almost too much to bear.

My hands tangle in his hair as he kisses down my ribs and across my stomach, each touch setting my nerves on fire. I can feel my panties growing damp, my body aching for him. He bites the waistband, then tears the fragile fabric with a swift yank. The cool air on my most intimate parts is a shocking contrast to the heat of his breath as he kisses his way around my inner thighs, my slit, everywhere but my slick channel and aching clit.

I whimper with need, lifting my hips to meet his mouth, but he holds me down, torturing me with his teasing.

He edges me with excruciating precision, each kiss and lick a calculated move in his game of control. My body is a live wire, every nerve ending sparking with a mix of pleasure and pain. I whimper, my hands clutching the sheets, my hips rising to meet his mouth in a desperate plea for more. Just when I think I can't take the teasing any longer, he slides two thick fingers into my pussy, stretching me, filling me. His lips close around my clit with a possessive suck.

A bolt of electricity shoots through me. I come undone, the orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. I call out his name, my voice raw and unrestrained. My hips buck and rock against his hand and mouth. The pleasure is so intense that it borders on agony, every muscle in my body tensing and releasing in a rhythm I can't control.

My vision blurs. My mind is a hazy swirl of sensations. I feel my wetness coating his fingers, his hand, and dripping down to the bed. He doesn't relent, flicking his tongue at my clit in a relentless pace. His fingers curl inside me, hitting that perfect spot again and again, catching me in the aftershocks. Each one a mini-explosion that sends me spiraling deeper into bliss.

As my orgasm wanes, I expect him to pause, to give me a moment to catch my breath. But he doesn't stop licking my clit or flexing his fingers inside my passage. The overstimulation makes me squirm, my body twitching with sensitivity. I try to pull away, but he's unyielding.

"It's too intense," I manage to gasp, my voice trembling.

He looks up at me, his eyes dark and determined. "I'm going to make you come again," he says, his voice a low, seductive promise. "I want you to let me, little wife.”

His husky whisper makes my pussy quiver and a fresh wave of wetness floods his hand.

The thought of another orgasm is both terrifying and tantalizing. I'm not sure I can handle another one so soon after the first. But the idea of his mouth and hands working me to another peak is too tempting to resist.

"Yes," I breathe, "but be gentle."

He grins wickedly and returns to his task with a devotion that makes my heart race. He doggedly sucks my clit, his tongue and lips creating a maddening friction. A third finger pushes into my tight pussy, stretching me further. I gasp at the intrusion. It's uncomfortable at first. But he moves with such skill that the discomfort quickly melts into a building pleasure.

I bite my lip, trying to stifle the cries that threaten to escape as his fingers work their magic. The sensations build and build, a tight coil of pleasure in my core that's ready to explode. I grind against his face, my movements growing more frantic, more desperate. "Please, Jay. Make me come. I need it."

He doesn't say a word. His focus is unbroken as he maintains the perfect rhythm. His tongue swirls around my clit, his fingers pump and twist inside me. My body takes over, moving of its own accord. The pressure is unbearable, the pleasure is excruciating. I feel myself teetering on the edge. With a final, helpless thrust of my hips, the orgasm rips through me, violent and all-consuming.

I scream his name, my hands flying to his head to hold him in place as I ride the waves of ecstasy. My entire body convulses. Each spasm sends another jolt of pleasure through me. It feels like it will never end, like I'm caught in an endless loop of bliss. My vision whites out. My hearing dims. Time loses meaning as I float in this state of pure sensation.

When I finally come back to myself, I'm panting and drenched in sweat. My limbs are heavy and useless. He’s still between my legs, his breath warm on my over-sensitive skin, his fingers resting inside me. He’s been so patient, so thorough. I can tell he’s proud of what he’s accomplished.

I would be too, in his position.

He doesn’t ever fully stop. His touches are gentle but unceasing, keeping me in a state of heightened arousal. I’m pretty sure that he’s about to go for round three. The thought makes my heart race with a mix of panic and desire. I imagine another prolonged session, the intensity of it all.

I know I can't take much more.

"Jay," I whisper. I reach down and gently pull him away. He looks up with questioning eyes, his lips and face glistening with my juices. I tug him up to meet my lips.

Has there ever been anything hotter than tasting myself on his tongue?

When I pull back, my chest is heaving. "I've never had multiple orgasms with another person before. Only with my vibrator."

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and grins. He was deadly serious before. Now a playful light returns to his eyes. "So I'm as good as your toys?" There's a note of genuine curiosity in his teasing as if my answer really matters to him.

He has to already know that he’s a fucking sex god.

I kiss him again, slowly, letting him feel how much I mean it. "You're so much better."

I see the pride and relief in his face. This isn't just about physical pleasure for him; it seems like it's about trust and intimacy.

We lie tangled in each other, our breathing slowly returning to normal. His hands caress my back and sides. Not with the urgency of before, but with a tender affection. I stroke his hair and trace the lines of his jaw. I’m committing these softer moments to memory.

Storing them away for later, when I’m alone again.

"Jay," I say, breaking the silence. He looks at me, his blue eyes soft and warm. "Thank you."

He cocks his head. A small, confused smile is on his lips. "For what?"

"For being patient. For making me feel this good." I pause, choosing my words carefully. "I’ve never been with anyone who cared so much about my pleasure."

“It’s….” He searches for a word. “Exquisite.”

My cheeks heat. “I wouldn’t go that far.”

“Really? I would. I just watched you come. It was fucking amazing.” He brushes a strand of hair from my face and kisses my forehead. "I want this to be good for both of us, Lily. We're in this together, remember?"

His words ground me, reminding me of our peculiar arrangement. We're supposed to be playing a part, but every touch, every kiss, feels disarmingly real. How did we get here so quickly?

I let him savor the moment of stillness, then slowly reach for a crumpled dress shirt on the floor. He watches me with a mix of curiosity and hunger. I straddle his hips and lean forward, tying his hands together with the shirt. The fabric twists and knots easily. I make sure it's tight enough to hold but not to hurt.

His chest rises and falls quickly, anticipation evident in every breath.

I run a finger down the center of his chest, tracing a line to his navel.

"What do you want, Jay?" I let my lips hover close to his, just out of reach. I’m enjoying the power I have over him. " Do you want me to ride your cock? Or would you prefer if I sucked your dick?"

He closes his eyes for a moment, as if the choice is too deliciously painful to contemplate. "Wife… I'm going to need more latitude to move the first time my cock enters your pussy. Now if you want to untie me?—"

I shake my head slowly, letting a wicked smile spread across my face. "Not yet."

I shift my weight, grinding my wetness against the hard length that strains against his boxers. His body tenses, and a low growl escapes his throat. I capture his lips in a deep, probing kiss, tasting the remnants of my own flavor on him.

I take back what I said before. This is actually hotter than anything I’ve ever experienced. Being on top of him, grinding against his cock, tasting a hint of my own pleasure when I kiss him. It might be heaven.

He strains against the makeshift bonds. I break the kiss and look into his eyes, which are dark with lust. "You like this, don't you?" I whisper. "Being at my mercy?"

He doesn't answer. But the way he tries to thrust up into me tells me all I need to know. I kiss him again, more fiercely this time. His mouth opens to mine, our tongues wrestling for dominance. My hands explore his chest, his shoulders, feeling the tension in his muscles as he fights against his desire to take control.

I sit back, breaking our kiss, and run my hands down his stomach. The way his abs contract at my touch is breathtaking.

"Your cock is so hard." I grind my hips in a slow, torturous circle. "I can feel how badly you want me. Are you imagining how it would feel to fuck me right now?"

His breathing is ragged now, his eyes half-lidded with need. "Calla," he pleads .

"Shh," I cut him off before he can voice his complaints. I place a finger on his lips. "Let me enjoy this. You had your turn."

I kiss my way down his throat, each peck sending a shiver through his body. I take my time, moving to his collarbone, then to his pecs where I flick my tongue over his nipples. He gasps and bites his lip, tilting his head back in surrender.

I continue my descent, kissing each ridge of his abs, savoring the taste of his sweat and skin. When I reach his waistband, I pause and look up at him.

His eyes are closed, his face a mask of concentration.

Emboldened, I hook my fingers into the waistband of his boxers. Moving ever so slowly, I peel them down, freeing his cock. It springs up with an eager bounce, looking even more impressive than I’d remembered. Thick and veiny, it’s a testament to how excited he is. I straddle him again, intentionally letting it rest against my soaking-wet slit. Not penetrating. Just teasing. His hips thrust upward, but I put my hands on his chest and hold him down. The tension between us builds as I kiss him. It’s a coiled spring ready to explode.

Our bodies move together, grinding, creating a friction that's almost unbearable. I move down from his lips to tease him, letting my tongue flick and swirl around the head of his cock, tasting the pre-cum that's already leaking out. His whole body tenses with each of my delicate touches. He mutters curses under his breath as I take my time. Every little movement I make sends a jolt through him. I can see the strain in his face as he tries to hold back.

Finally, I look up at him and say, "Show me how you want it, husband."

Jay’s eyes snap open, dark and hungry. I can see the conflict in them. He wants to seize control, but he also loves being at my mercy. He tilts his hips up slightly, guiding me with his body as I take him into my mouth. His hands, still tied, flex and clench as he fights the urge to grab my head and force me down.

"Go slow, wife. If you go too fast, I won't last. I'm too fucking excited."

His raw need sends a thrill through me. I love that he's this worked up, that he wants me this badly. I start with a gentle suction, my lips and tongue working in unison as I take him deeper. Then I pull back. His hips twitch and he lets out a strangled moan.

"I want to last for you, Lily," he says, his voice cracking. "I want this to go on longer than a minute. I’m trying to resist."

His honesty is disarming. It makes me want to blow his fucking mind.

I close my mouth around him again and start to bob my head, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each stroke takes him a little deeper. I can feel his cock throbbing with each pass.

He groans in pleasure, his body responding uncontrollably to my movements. "Fuck, Calla. Your mouth... it feels so good. I've been fantasizing about this for so damn long."

His words spur me on. I take him as deep as I can, stretching my lips to accommodate his girth. I move up slowly, letting my tongue trace the underside of his cock, then plunge down again.

"You're such a good little wife," he whispers. “You know just how to suck my cock, baby.”

I feel a rush of heat at his praise. I quicken my pace, taking him deeper and faster, my hand joining in to twist and stroke in sync with my mouth. His breathing becomes erratic, and he starts to thrust his hips in time with my movements.

I can taste him more intensely now, the saltiness of his skin mixed with the musky flavor of his arousal. His cock is hard as steel. I can feel every vein and contour as it slides in and out of my mouth. He moans louder, his body tensing as he nears the edge.

"Fuck, Calla," he growls. "I'm going to fill your fucking throat with cum. You'd better be ready to take all of it."

Who had any idea that Jay would talk so dirty? His cock twitches. He’s on the brink. I cup his balls, gently rolling them in my hand. That's all it takes to push him over the edge.

His whole body convulses as he lets out a guttural moan. Hot spurts of cum shoot into my mouth, each one a burst of his essence. It’s salty and earthy, the pure taste of him. His orgasm seems to go on forever. Each wave is as intense as the last. I do my best to hold every drop, my cheeks bulging with his release.

I glance up to see his face. His eyes are squeezed shut; his mouth open in a silent cry. His hands are white-knuckled around the makeshift bonds. I can feel the heat radiating off him, see the sweat sheening his skin. His chest heaves with each ragged breath and his cock pulses with the last dregs of his climax. I wait until he opens his eyes to let his cum slide down my throat in one large gulp. Then I lick my lips and take him back into my mouth, cleaning him with gentle strokes of my tongue. He flinches at the sensitivity, but doesn’t pull away. He’s letting me love him in my own way, watching me as I finish my task with a reverent care.

"That was amazing," he whispers. "I love the way you touch me." His eyes meet mine. I can see the gratitude and adoration in them.

I crawl up his body. Our skin sticks together as I kiss him softly. He tastes like me, like us, a heady mix of sweat and sex. His kiss is soft, almost tender, a stark contrast to the raw passion we just shared.

I reach above his head and start to untie the dress shirt. I work slowly, not in any hurry to release him from this moment, but the fabric eventually loosens and he rubs his wrists. Then he stretches his arms to me.

We kiss again, deeper this time. Our lips and tongues move in a languid dance. There's no rush, no urgent need to take things further. It's a kiss that speaks of contentment. His hands find my waist, then my back, pulling me closer as if he doesn't want to let go.

I break the kiss and rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart. He strokes my hair, my back, his touch soothing and affectionate. He shifts. I roll to the side, expecting him to get up, but instead he turns to face me. He traces lines on my arm, my shoulder, then my cheek. "You're incredible.” I can see the sincerity in his eyes.

I touch his face, running my fingers through his stubble. "You're not so bad yourself," I say, trying to keep the mood light. But I know he can see the deeper meaning in my eyes. This is more than just physical.

There's a connection growing between us. One that I'm not sure I'm ready for.

He leans in and kisses me again, softly, then pulls me into his arms. We lie there, tangled together, our breathing slowing to a calm, rhythmic pace. The post-sex haze envelops us, making everything feel distant and dreamlike. His hand strokes my hair as I nestle my head against his chest .

"I can't wait until next time," he murmurs. "Until I get to bury my cock deep inside you."

I shiver at the thought and a tingle of anticipation runs through me.

"You mean you'll tie me up and have your way with me?" I giggle, imagining the roles reversed.

He chuckles softly. "Maybe. But I promise you one thing. You'll have at least three orgasms. I can’t just stop at two."

I want to protest, to tell him that it's not about the numbers. It's the connection that matters. But I'm falling into the trance of sleep, so I just let his promises wash over me.

He pulls the blankets over our bodies. The warmth makes my eyes grow even heavier. We lie still, holding each other. The silence is filled with the unspoken understanding of what we've just shared.