Chapter 32
Thirty-Two
CALL IE
O ne minute Lewis was kissing me like I was the goddamn air he needed to breathe, and I was trying to climb his body, and the next he lifted me gently into his arms to cross the room.
“What are you doing?” I panted as I looped my arms around his neck.
“As much as I’d like to fuck you like there’s no tomorrow, we have to be careful.” He set me tenderly on the couch.
I glared up at him in frustration. “Lewis, if I can still do tae kwon do patterns and run and jump and stretch … we can have sex like there’s no tomorrow. I’m not even showing.”
“You sure?” He kneeled between my legs, spreading them.
“Aye!” I whined. “Lewis!”
“Fuck, you are horny,” he teased as he reached for the zip on my shorts. “But I’m going to take care of you, mo chridhe. I always will.”
Excitement made me speechless as I whipped off my T-shirt and bra. My boobs were a bit tender and my bra felt tight .
Lewis paused on shuffling my shorts and knickers down. “Jesus … your tits …”
“What?” I threw the shirt off the couch.
In answer, he cupped them in his hands and squeezed.
I moaned, arching into him as pleasure-pain scored down my belly. Lewis groaned, kneading my breasts, his thumbs rolling over my tight, hard nipples.
“You’re so sexy, it’s going to kill me,” he said gruffly.
A glance down at his jeans revealed his cock straining against his zipper.
I wanted it in me. “Please,” I pleaded.
He gave me one last knead before he coasted his hands down my stomach. “It’s hard to believe there’s a baby in there.”
“Yup.” I nodded frantically. “It happened because last time we were like this, you were fucking me into the next world.”
“God, you’ve got a mouth on you when you’re horny.” He tugged my shorts down and stopped midthigh. The groan he let out was so guttural I almost thought he’d come. “Baby …” He slid two fingers into me easily I was so drenched. “I didn’t realize—” Lewis’s eyes flared with heat. “I’m sorry. My poor girl, so fucking needy and where have I been?”
“You’re here now,” I gasped as he withdrew his fingers and plunged back in.
“You’ve never been so wet,” he muttered, gritting his teeth as he pumped into me with his fingers. “God, you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen or felt.”
“Hurry. I need ...”
Lewis quickly pulled my shorts and underwear completely off, throwing them over his shoulder.
“Take off your shirt. I want to see you.”
He did, revealing his beautiful, strong, sculpted body. And the tattoo of me on his shoulder. The tattoo of the Adair Family crest above his left pec. And another tattoo, script writing beneath his right rib that I hadn’t paid much attention to last time we were like this. I reminded myself to take a closer look later as another flush of arousal moved through me. Lewis felt it as he pressed his fingers back inside.
I bent my knees, arching my hips into his touch. “Harder, faster.”
“Like this?” He thrust into me.
My orgasm hit abruptly, and I came around his fingers.
“That’s it, mo chridhe, take what you need.”
As I shuddered and convulsed around him, he didn’t stop. Instead, he pressed his thumb over my clit and began to rub. The tension started to build again instantly. “Lewis.” I tried to reach for him, and he braced his other hand by my shoulder, leaning over me so I could. I smoothed my hands over his chest, his stomach. My fingers trailed over the script on his ribs.
Once he’s gazed upon her, a man is forever changed.
I knew those words. They were from one of our favorite bands growing up. Lord Huron lyrics from one of my favorite songs.
“Lewis,” I gasped, my eyes questioning.
He glanced down at my hand trailing over the lyrics. Then looked deep into my eyes. “Aye.”
And I knew he meant they were about me.
I groaned, love and lust a powerful surge inside me. I wanted to feel all of him, to show him how much his love meant. Possessiveness thrummed through me as I slid my hand toward his cock. But he grabbed and pinned it before I could reach it.
I clenched around his fingers.
His nostrils flared. “I forgot how much you like that.” His grip on me tightened as he held down my arm and started fucking me with his fing ers. “Come for me again, Callie. Drench my fingers, baby, like I want you to drench my cock.”
At his surprisingly filthy words, the climax hit me like a lightning bolt. I screamed, my eyes rolling back in my head as I came. And came.
I was still shaking, my inner muscles throbbing as Lewis took my right nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. It was all too much. My entire body, my nerve endings zinged with pleasure that was on the precipice of pain. I’d never felt anything like it. As he lavished attention on my breasts, I couldn’t help but touch him wherever I could reach. My fingers in his hair, loosening the tie holding it off his face, on his neck, my nails scratching down his back as he played with my nipples until they were sore and swollen.
“Lewis, please,” I begged.
He gave me some reprieve, kissing his way down my stomach, his touch tender, loving, and allowing me a moment to catch my breath.
But only a moment.
He gripped my thighs, spread me wide, and lowered his head between them. I was so hypersensitive that the mere touch of his beard against my inner thighs caused a mini convulsion to ripple through me.
“Fuck,” Lewis groaned before he licked my clit.
“Uh!” My back bowed as unbelievably my lower belly clenched again.
“You are actually dripping,” he murmured hoarsely, and I looked down to find him staring at me as if he’d like to eat me alive. “I’m so hard, I could pound a fucking brick in half.” On that note, I watched as he pushed his tongue into me.
He didn’t stop. He licked and sucked and devoured me with his mouth until I was crying out his name and shuddering around him.
As if he couldn’t control himself any longer, Lewis hopped off the couch and shucked out of his jeans and boxers. I gaped dazedly at his erection because it was straining toward his stomach, thick, angry, red, and the tip weeping with precum. “The best part of you being pregnant,” he said gruffly as he came back down over me, “I can take you bare.”
I chuckled, excitement making it breathy. “The best part?”
“It’s a perk.” He grinned wickedly and then his expression turned fierce and wanting as he pinned my hands to the couch and nudged inside me.
While I was soaked, I was also tight and swollen from multiple orgasms and I tilted my hips trying to ease his way. His thickness was such a relief, I moaned, muttering love and sex words as if I couldn’t help myself.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” Lewis groaned as he slid home. His arms trembled and he bowed his head, as if trying to gain control.
I smoothed a hand over his back, able to be patient now that he’d brought me to several climaxes.
“You feel so good and I want you so much.” He raised his head to look at me, his features tight with strain as if he was struggling to hold back his orgasm.
“It’s okay to come,” I promised him.
In answer, he kissed me, hungry and deep and filled with so much longing. As his hips started to move, I felt that tension inside me catch, and I gasped in disbelief. Lewis broke the kiss. “Again?”
“It would seem so,” I huffed out as each drive pushed me toward the edge.
“Then you’re coming first.” His grip on my wrists tightened, and he pulled out almost all the way and drove back in.
“Harder.”
His lips twisted. “I’m trying to be careful.”
“You don’t need to be that careful. Fuck me harder.”
“Jesus!” His hips snapped against mine. Harder .
I clutched his hips with my inner thighs, helpless beneath his grip and unable to d o anything but take him.
“I love your pussy,” Lewis confessed as if in awe. “Your taste, your heat. I could die while coming inside you and die a very happy fucking man.”
“God, I love when you talk to me like that,” I groaned, throwing my head back as he thrust into me, every glide a little harder.
“I want you on every surface of this house,” he confessed. “We’re going to fuck in every room so that every room I walk into, I’ll have a memory of being buried inside you.”
The tension in me exploded, and I came around him so hard, I felt my muscles clamp down on him and squeeze.
“ Fuck !” he bellowed as I milked his orgasm from him.
Lewis grunted and groaned like an animal as he throbbed and released inside me. The sensation was so good. So unbelievably good.
He collapsed, still careful to hold most of his weight off me.
We both lay there, damp with sweat, our bodies humming with utter repletion.
Then Lewis pressed a kiss to my neck and proved me wrong with a murmured, “I’m going to be hard again in five minutes.”
“Good.” I wrapped my arms and legs around him. “Because I’ve probably got a few more orgasms still left in me.”