Chapter 15 #2
I don’t know why I thought differently. I still have my ring, even though I haven’t worn it. It was too hard to look down and see it, so I took it off and stashed it away in an old jewelry box I kept with me through all my travels.
When I first came to Seattle and saw he wasn’t wearing it, I wondered what he did with it, but I didn’t feel like I had the right to ask anymore. Seeing it now, even if he’s not technically wearing it, I don’t know…it’s doing something to me that I didn’t expect.
“Fuck, Clover,” he mutters, and his thumbs swipe under my eyes, catching tears I wasn’t aware were falling. “Why are you crying?”
Instead of answering him, I reach out and trace the metal resting against the smattering of hair on his chest. He sighs, but it’s not with dejection. It’s understanding.
He leans forward, resting his forehead against mine as I keep my fingers on his chain.
“I took it off after you told me you weren’t coming back,” he says quietly.
“I’ll be honest and say I didn’t wear it for a long time.
Hell, I didn’t look at it. I was angry. So fucking angry, Chloe.
But then one day I stopped being mad, and I just started missing you.
More than I already did. So, I took it out of the box I’d put it in, got this chain, and wore it.
It wasn’t the same as having it on my finger, but it made me feel closer to you, and that was all I really wanted.
I just wanted to know you were still out there and we were maybe still an option, to know even though we were miles apart, you were still mine. ”
I am yours, I want to say. I’ve always been yours. But the words won’t come. They’re stuck in my throat, and I can’t force them out.
So I don’t. I take the ring in my hand and tug him to me, pressing my lips against his in a long, hard kiss.
It’s slow at first, then it’s not, and it’s like everything I’ve bottled up for the last few years comes spilling right out of me, and I need him.
I want to touch him and taste him, and I want to feel him inside me more than I’ve ever wanted before.
“Callum…” I say between kisses. “I need…”
I don’t even need to say it, because he already knows. He slowly backs me to the bed and pushes me down gently. I fall to the mattress, then scoot my way up, Callum stalking me the whole way. I settle against the pillow, and he hovers over me, his eyes dark.
“You know,” he says, a wolfish smirk on his lips as he watches his fingers tracing along the waistband of my leggings.
“Part of me is saying to tease you as you teased me earlier, and I have to admit that retribution sounds nice. But what I want even more is to taste you.” He flicks his gaze back to mine. “Can I taste you, Clover?”
I nod before he’s even finished asking, and he chuckles darkly as he leans down and fits his mouth against mine. The kiss is lazy and, quite frankly, rude. How can he ask me what he just did, then kiss me like this?
Sensing my frustration, he moves on from my lips, but just to my chin, peppering kisses there over and over. I groan, and he laughs.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Do you not like being messed with?”
“No, and I know now how mean I was earlier. So can we pretend I’ve apologized, and you can get on with…”
He pulls back, looking down at me with one lifted brow. “With what?”
I roll my lips together, shaking my head.
“Oh, no, Clover,” he says, trying to pull away entirely, but I quickly wrap my legs around him, holding him to me.
“No, no. Don’t go. Please. I’ll…I’ll say it.”
His grin grows wider.
I slide my tongue over my dry lips. “Can you get on with…going down on me?”
Both brows rise, and I know it’s not the words he’s looking for. I grit my teeth. If I weren’t so damn turned on right now, I’d be annoyed.
“Well?” he prompts when I don’t say anything.
I sigh. “Can you get on with…eating my pussy?”
The request is barely audible even to me, and I’m the one who spoke the words.
He leans closer, tipping his ear toward me. “I’m sorry, what was that? I didn’t quite catch what you said. Something about…”
“Eating my pussy!”
The words are loud and filthy, and I hate saying them, but right now, I don’t care. I just want to feel his tongue on me in all the best ways.
I look at my husband. “Please, Callum. I want you to eat my pussy.”
His eyes darken even more, and he says, “Well, since you asked so nicely…”
Then he’s kissing me again, and this time, I’m not even mad about it.
I just need him so badly that I’ll take whatever I can get right now.
Just like before, it’s soft and slow, but he doesn’t linger nearly as long.
He trails his lips down my chin and the column of my throat, paying extra attention to the spot at the base that I love.
Then he’s going down, down, down until he’s kissing the tops of my breasts.
His finger slides under the cup of my bra, pulling it aside until I’m exposed to him and he can clamp his mouth around my already pert nipple.
“Oh god,” I cry out when he flicks his tongue over it. “Yes, please, yes.”
His laughter feels good as it vibrates around me, and I want to cry when he releases me. Then I realize where he’s going as he kisses a wet path down. He traces his tongue over the stretch marks that fan out across my belly. I’ve always hated them, but Callum made sure I knew he didn’t.
“Fuck,” he says, his lips ghosting against my skin.
“You’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known, you know that?
I don’t give a shit if we’re living on different continents, you’re still going to be the prettiest thing in the whole damn world, and I could spend an eternity worshipping you like this. ”
I’d let you.
It’s too much too fast, which sounds ridiculous given that we’ve been married for nearly a decade, but we’re not there. Not yet.
When his lips meet the top of my leggings, he yanks them down and off my legs in a flash, taking my panties right along with them. I have no time at all to worry about feeling awkward or insecure because Callum is right there, his warm breath tickling me.
“I’ve waited so long for this,” he says, his eyes on mine. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop if I start.”
“Then don’t stop.”
It all happens so fast, and I arch off the bed as he drags his tongue up my slit, then back down again before he latches on to my clit and sucks me hard.
“Holy…”
But nothing else comes out. I’m too busy getting lost in the feel of his mouth on me for the first time in so many years. It’s perfect. Pure fucking bliss. I’m not sure I’ll ever come down from this, and I don’t think I want to.
“Fuck,” he murmurs against me. “Fuck. You have no idea how much I missed burying my tongue in my wife’s cunt.”
As embarrassing as it is, the one word is all it takes to set me off, and I’m coming way sooner than I ever wanted. My orgasm slams into me, and I squeeze my thighs together, even though I’m not sure if I’m trying to get him to stop or keep him there.
I guess Callum decides for me. He continues to eat me, his tongue switching between fast and slow strokes as he builds me right back up after breaking me down. He adds a finger into the mix, then two, his mouth never leaving me as he pumps his digits into me in short strokes.
He knows it’ll never get me off, and I think it’s what he wants—to keep me teetering and at his mercy. I can’t continue on like that, though. I need a reprieve, or I fear my heart might burst out of my chest with how fast it’s beating.
“Callum…” I plead. “Please. I need to come again.”
“Then let go, Clover. Let it all go.”
He presses his fingers into me deeper, then hooks up, hitting that perfect spot right in tandem with him wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking hard.
And I’m a goner. I soar right over the edge, and I’m flying high in the clouds.
My body tingles from head to toe, and everything feels as if it’s been imbued with just a little bit of magic.
Only then does my husband relent on his torture, kissing his way back up to my lips, giving me a taste of what he’s just enjoyed. He kisses me slowly, then hard, and I’m a drunken mess with a strong pull in my lower belly because, somehow, after all that, I still feel empty. I need him.
“Do you remember earlier when you said you were going to fuck me properly?”
“Of course I do,” he says, his mouth kissing along my jaw.
“Now would be a good time to do that.”
He pulls back ever so slightly, staring down at me like he’s trying to get a good read on me.
“Are you sure? I know I said I was going to, but that was before…”
“Before you ate my pussy and brought me to two mind-blowing orgasms?”
“Well, look who has no problem saying it now.”
“Callum…”
“Clover…” he mocks, then laughs. “All right. I guess if I have to.”
“Look, if you don’t want to, then—”
“No, no, I want to. I really do. I was teasing. It’s just…”
But he doesn’t make a move or say anything else, and I start to worry that maybe this was a mistake. Maybe we aren’t ready for this.
Then he speaks.
“I’m nervous.”
It’s the last thing I expected him to say.
“You’re…nervous?”
He nods, and I can just barely see the pink at the tops of his cheeks. “Yeah, I am. It’s, you know, it’s been a while. I know we’ve done this a lot before, but this is…”
He doesn’t need to finish because I already know what he’s going to say—different. He’s going to say it’s different, and he’s right. I’m not the same girl I was three years ago, and he’s not the same guy. And even though we’re still married, taking this next step changes things.
But I’m okay with that, and I need him to know it too.
“I’m nervous too,” I admit, cupping his face and running my thumb over the worry lines by his lips. I see the instant relief in his eyes. “But as you said, we’ve done this before. And yes, while it’ll be different, we’re still us—Callum Keller and Chloe Keller, remember?”