Chapter Thirty-Three Caterina
Like most mornings since Callum and I had consummated our marriage, I woke up to some form of him between my thighs. If there was one thing my husband adored, it was morning sex. Some mornings it was his fingers while others it was his mouth. Within just a few minutes, I’d be wet and achy with need. Before he’d thrust inside me, either his fingers or his tongue had made me come at least once. Then his masterful cock would pound me into another orgasm or two.
This morning his fingers swirled around my clit, causing me to moan. After a few strokes through my lips, his hand disappeared from my pussy. When I mewled in protest, he chuckled against my neck. “Don’t worry, Kitten. I’d never deny you an orgasm.”
“You better not,” I huffed.
Callum’s strong hands came to my waist. Although his shoulder still gave him trouble from time to time, he was finally healed. We’d certainly been very creative with our sexual positions in those first weeks of his recovery. I’d been bent over more pieces of furniture than I could count and ridden him in and out of the bedroom. Thankfully, it wasn’t too long before he was acquainting me with the missionary position and its variations.
After Callum pulled me up and over to straddle him, he said, “Ride my face.” A drowsy, yet incredibly sexy smile curved across his lips. “I want you to come on my tongue.”
Nibbling my lip, I began to shimmy up over his abs and chest. “Fuck you’re so wet,” Callum growled.
When I glanced over my shoulder, a flush entered my cheeks to see the shimmering trail of arousal I’d left on his chest. Callum brushed his knuckles across my jaw. “Don’t be embarrassed, Kitten. I love seeing how much you want me.”
Once my knees were on either side of Callum’s head, I lowered myself onto his face. “Callum!” I shrieked when his tongue stroked my center. As his hands gripped my hips, he began to move me against his mouth.
After flailing around and tipping forward, Callum’s voice hummed against my folds. “Grab the headboard,” he instructed.
My hands reached out to grip the intricately carved wood of the headboard. Once I had a tight grasp, I swiveled my hips, grinding my pussy harder against Callum’s mouth and tongue. “Oh God!” I cried.
Callum’s fingers came between my legs to spread apart my opening. As his tongue swirled inside me, I shrieked with pleasure. “Yes, oh, oh, yes,” I murmured.
He was masterful with his fingers and his cock, but he was so very, very good with his tongue. The flick and jab of it within my slick walls tore a mewl of ecstasy from my lips.
At the crack of his hand against my ass cheek, I squealed as pain and pleasure swirled through me. “Does that feel good, Kitten?” Callum questioned against my clit.
“Mm, so good.”
He smacked my other cheek. “Harder,” I urged.
As I hissed at the next slap, Callum’s hand massaged the stinging globe of my ass. With each smack, I rode Callum’s face harder and faster. My undoing came when his teeth grazed my clit.
A scream tore from my lips as a deluge of pleasure gushed out of me and ran down my thighs. With my hands firmly on the headboard, I rode out the orgasm as my walls clenched around Callum’s fingers and tongue.
I was still a shaky, blubbering mess of sensory overload when Callum’s hands came to my waist. “All right, cowgirl, time to switch it up.”
After letting go of the headboard, I pushed the sweat-stained strands of hair out of my face. Then I flipped around to where my ass was in Callum’s face, and his straining erection was in mine. Laying across his chest and abs, I took his cock in my hands. After licking up his length, I suctioned the tip, causing him to groan.
As Callum began licking me back to front, I started bobbing up and down on his dick. “Mm, take me deep, mo slut salach.” The first time he’d called me his slut in Irish, I’d almost smacked him. But then I’d come to like it. I was a slut for Callum—for him and only him.
Just like enjoying the dirty talk, I’d come a long way since the first time I’d taken him in my mouth. With Callum being such a dirty talker, he’d taught me what he liked, which is why my hand came to cup and massage his balls.
At his grunt, I let his dick fall free of my mouth before I licked and sucked his sac. “That’s it, Kitten.” My hand kept sliding up and down his shaft as I worked his balls. At the slight graze of my teeth against the sensitive flesh, he barked out a cry.
After I brought my mouth back to his cock, Callum’s hips began to rise, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper in my mouth. My eyes watered as saliva dripped down the sides of my chin. Even though my jaw ached, I kept sucking him.
After dragging his thumb back and forth through my arousal, he pressed against my puckered hole. When I momentarily tensed, Callum murmured against my folds, “Trust me, Kitten.”
I’d come to trust him in all aspects of sex. Callum’s thumb slowly dipped inside me, causing me to suck in a breath. As he began to ease it in and out, I moaned at the fullness.
“Cailín álainn, you’re taking me in this virgin hole so fucking good.”
With his arm propped on one of my cheeks, he continued pumping his thumb inside my ass while his other hand slipped two fingers into my core. The fullness caused me to groan around his length.
While his cock fucked my mouth, I rocked my hips back against his hands as his fingers pumped furiously in and out of me. I alternated between harsh pants and moans as it was all just too much. My body began trembling from the sensory overload of having all my holes filled by Callum.
It was so very good. I didn’t even protest when two fingers replaced Callum’s thumb in my ass. At the extra suctioning of my clit, I went over the edge. After he fell from my mouth, I screamed, “Callum, yes! Oh yes!”
He kept fingering me and lapping at my center as I savored my orgasm. Once I came back from my high, I took him back into my mouth. I wanted nothing more than to taste his pleasure as he exploded on my tongue. Callum began pumping his hips. As he fucked my mouth hard and deep, his guttural grunts of pleasure filled the room. I gagged and moaned around him as tears streaked down my cheeks.
And as I felt his balls tightening, he cried out, “Caterina!” Then his hot cum detonated onto my tongue and filled my mouth. After I finished swallowing him down, I licked him clean before flipping over to collapse beside him.
When I glanced up at his satiated face, he grinned. “Good fucking morning, Kitten.”
I smiled back at him. “Good morning to you, too.”
His hand cupped my cheek. “I wasn’t too hard on you last night, was I?”
Heat bloomed between my legs when I thought about how he had taken me across his desk at Bandia. He hadn’t been gentle when he’d hiked up my skirt and whirled me around. The lacy thong I’d been wearing had been ripped from my body. Gripping the back of my neck, he’d pushed me face down onto the mahogany desktop. After spreading my legs obscenely wide, he’d slammed into me. He’d whispered filthy things to me in Irish. In the brief Irish lessons I’d had with Seamus, I understood Callum’s praise of how good I was taking his cock and what a good girl I was to let him ravage my tight, wet cunt.
My nails scoured the top of the desk as I tried keeping my body from sliding off. Callum had kept up his relentless thrusts even after I’d come.
Twice.
When he jerked out of me, leaving his cum dribbling down my thighs, I’d had trouble walking to the car. Like a filthy knight in shining armor, he swept me into his arms and carried me out of his office.
“No. It was wonderful,” I assured him.
He searched my face to ensure I wasn’t trying to spare his feelings. When he appeared satisfied, he nodded. “Each and every time with you is amazing.”
After nibbling my lip, I replied, “Even though I’m still learning what you like?”
“Kitten, your innocence coupled with your eagerness to please is hot as fuck.”
“If you say so.”
He kissed me tenderly, and I shivered at the taste of myself on his lips. “You won’t ever hear any complaints from me.”
“Me either.”
After eyeing his phone, he grunted. “I have to get a move on.”
“Me too. Today’s my biology lab.”
Callum scowled at the mention of me being on campus. Although four months had passed since he’d been shot, my father and his regime still remained a threat. Regardless of his efforts, Callum had been unable to kill my father. He hadn’t been seen in New York since the day of Callum’s shooting. Rumors from all sides indicated that he’d gone underground. Some said he was working on alliances from Sicily.
With my father still a threat, I’d resorted to as many online classes as possible for the spring semester. The only time I had to go on campus was for the assigned labs for my biology class, which Kellan audited so someone could be at my side at all times. My professor and the other students would’ve been shocked to know Kellan was heavily armed beneath his preppy boy appearance.
“It’s only one day a week,” I protested.
“I still don’t like it.”
“Kellan is very capable of protecting me.”
With a growl, he nipped at my neck–his teeth sliding along my sensitive flesh. As I shivered, he replied, “I still don’t fucking like it.”
“You’re such a caveman,” I mused.
He jerked his head up to pin me with a stare. “Just because I want to protect you doesn’t make me a caveman.”
“It does when you want to chain me to the furniture and keep me locked in the house.”
Callum waggled his brows at me. “I like the idea of you tied up.”
With an exasperated huff, I replied, “Would you please focus?”
He shot me a wicked grin. “I am focusing. Are you opposed to us using handcuffs and a blindfold?”
“You’re impossible,” I grunted.
“Actually, I like the idea of you in satin scarves.” He brought my hand to his lips. “I don’t want to do anything to mar your beautiful skin.”
I gave him a pointed look. “I’ll let you tie me up if you’ll ease up on the protectiveness.”
“You drive a hard bargain.”
My brows shot up in surprise. “Seriously?”
“I’ll try.”
“I look forward to it.”
He smacked my ass playfully before he got up. “I’m starving. While I grab breakfast, do you want the shower first?”
“Yes, sir.”
Callum’s blue eyes flashed. “Mm, I like the sound of that word on your lips.”
I laughed as I pulled myself off the mattress. “Don’t get any more BDSM ideas.”
With a wink, he replied, “A man can dream.”