28. Callum
28
CALLUM
Behind my closed lids, tiny flashes of light exploded. This woman literally had me seeing stars. My entire body was tingling with tiny pricks of pleasure.
“I told you to stop,” I growled, even though I secretly loved the fact that she’d just taken my load and swallowed it. I’d tried to stop her, but even when we were young, Nadia knew exactly what she wanted and was not afraid to do it, ask for it, or get it. It was one of the many things I loved about her.
“Yes, you did.” Her eyes lifted to mine as she licked her lips. “I was bad, so I guess I need to be punished.”
“Fuck,” I groaned.
Nadia liked a little light spanking, something I’d been hesitant to commit to doing when I was younger because I was scared I would hurt her. Now, as a more experienced man, I had no problem with it. But I wasn’t going to give her exactly what she wanted right now. For one thing, I needed time to recover before I was inside of her again. Although hearing her say she was bad and that she needed to be punished had me stirring back to life already. And for another, just because I knew what she was asking for when she said she needed to be punished didn’t mean she was going to get it; that would be too easy for her.
I picked her up and tugged her sweats and panties down her legs. She stepped out of them, and I set her back on the table with enough force that her bare thighs slapped against its surface.
“Spread your legs,” I demanded roughly.
A flush rose on her cheeks as she did what I asked.
“Touch yourself.”
Her eyes didn’t leave mine as her hand slid down her belly and dipped between her thighs. I watched as her finger began to graze up and down the opening of her sex. With each pass, her arousal became more visibly evident. Her feminine lips began to glisten with her juices. I could feel myself getting hard again as I watched Nadia playing with herself and saw the proof that she was enjoying it.
I lowered down on my knees between her thighs; my face was inches from her core. I could feel the heat of my breath fan back against my face.
“Spread yourself apart for me.”
She did as I asked, her fingers opening in a V, parting her folds, revealing her light pink center. A surge of arousal roared in me as I licked from the bottom of her slit to the top and then back down again. Her pussy pulsed against my tongue. I flattened my tongue and paid special attention to the taut base of her opening.
“Fuck, that feels good,” she whimpered. “Your tongue feels so good.”
My eyes lifted to hers as I wrapped my arm around her hip and began to tease the swollen button on top of her sex. Her hips jerked forward as soon as I touched her in her most sensitive spot. Her eyes didn’t leave mine as my middle fingertip flicked her clit while she sought out her release on my tongue. Within seconds, she was coming against my mouth. Her arousal coated my tongue, and I licked up every drop of her release.
When the last shock of bliss vibrated through her, she leaned back with exhaustion. I kissed her feminine flesh once more, then both of her inner thighs. Her chest was rising and falling in heavy pants as I moved up and pressed my lips to her pelvic bone, her hips, and then her belly. Her heavy-lidded eyes opened, and she stared down at me. She lifted her hand and ran her fingers through my hair as I continued spreading featherlight kisses over her ribs, torso, and breasts.
I paid special attention to her nipples, sucking, biting, and licking them, taking my time to roll the puckered nubs between my teeth and flick them with my tongue. The more time I spent on her sensitive breasts, the shallower her breaths became, and the heavier my cock grew.
If it were up to me, I’d stay here all night, all week, all year holding, touching, kissing, and fucking Nadia, but that wasn’t reality. I knew that I needed to get home. We were working against the clock. And I definitely wanted to make her come again, this time when I was inside of her.
Thankfully, my rebound time with Nadia rivaled that of a horny teenager. Maybe because I had been one when we were together, my body reacted the same way, like muscle memory. Whatever the reason, I was hard again and ready for round two.
I stood up and took myself in my hand. I stroked myself up and down as she watched. Her chest was rising and falling as she caught her breath. Her perfect breasts on full display as she lay out before me like a buffet. I tugged her to the edge of the table and began to rub the head of my cock against her nipples, which were still wet from the attention I’d just given them. We both watched as her stiff peaks hardened and the edges of her areolas pebbled in tiny bumps. Nadia licked her palm and covered my shaft with her saliva before placing her hands on the side of her breasts, pushing them together, and then pressing my cock between her cleavage. Her eyes were cast down at the erotic sight of my engorged head sandwiched between the rounded globes of her breasts. I began to slide my cock up and down, cushioned between her bosom. Every time I would slide up, Nadia would lick or kiss my tip. She kept the pressure of her tits tight, so tight I started to feel my balls begin to tingle with release.
When I felt myself getting close to the edge, I reached down, grabbed her hips, and flipped her around so she was facing away from me. Then I pushed her forward so her upper body was spread out on the table, and her ass was in the air.
“Spread your legs.”
She moved her legs apart, and I rubbed my hand between her thighs to make sure she was still ready for me. My fingers easily slid between her wet folds. I took myself in my hand and lined my engorged head up with her opening. It pulsed against my crown, sending a surge of urgency spiking in me. I tightened my hold on her hip, my fingertips dug into her skin, keeping her in place as I thrust into her in one measured stroke.
Nadia’s hands gripped the edges of the table as she cried out, and her body clamped around me like a finger trap. I stilled as beads of sweat broke out on my brow. Ripples of pleasure flowed through me as I sank even deeper into the warmth of her contracting muscles. My jaw clenched as I tried not to think about how good the velvety walls of Nadia’s tight canal felt. I wanted this to last just a few moments longer.
Once I was completely embedded in her, I moved my hand from her hip to her ass cheek and rubbed it.
“Do you remember when I told you to stop?” I gritted out.
She glanced over her shoulder with a gleam of anticipation in her eyes. She bit her bottom lip and nodded.
“And what did you say?”
“I was bad.”
Her eyes didn’t leave mine as I lifted my hand, and I swatted her ass. The slap echoed through the kitchen. When my palm made contact with her skin, her mouth fell open on a silent cry, and her inner walls clenched around me tightly. Slowly, I pulled out, and when I did, I saw my shaft was covered in her juices. The sight told me what I already knew; she liked being spanked. As I drove into her again, I swatted her other cheek.
“Yes.” She cried out as her inner walls milked me. “Again.”
The skin on her ass cheeks was pink from my hand. As I drove into her again, I spanked her once more, and her canal clenched even tighter around me. The tension of our encounter was building to the crest of pleasure. I knew that I was already close again, and I could feel that she was, too. Her body was giving me all the signs. Her breaths were coming in short pants.
“Yes,” she gasped as she reached back and gripped the hand still holding her in place. “Harder.”
Her fingers threaded through mine as I tightened my grip on her hips, tilting them up slightly. I spread my feet a little farther apart to give me more balance, then pulled out and thrust into her once more with a force that stole all of the air from my lungs. She gasped at the intrusion, but before she had a chance to exhale, I pulled out and plunged into her once again. Over and over until her thighs began to tremble. Her slick heat began to palpitate rapidly around my throbbing shaft, drawing my release out of me. I was seized with climax, as bursts of pleasure exploded in me like fireworks on the Fourth of July. Every cell in my body lit up with an energy that caused me to forget where I was, who I was, or what I was doing. The only thing that existed was me and Nadia, Nadia and me.
When I finally floated back to reality, I saw the time and knew I needed to go. I looked down to find Nadia lying on her stomach on the table, her body limp. I gently pulled out of her and tore off some paper towels from the counter. After wetting them, I went back and gently wiped between her thighs.
“You don’t have to do that,” she said as she pushed up onto her forearms and looked over her shoulder.
I didn’t respond. She knew that I loved taking care of her.
“Thank you,” she said when I finished.
I smiled as I tossed the paper towels in the trash. We both got dressed in silence. I was quiet because I didn’t want to leave her; I wasn’t sure why she was. I was about to put my shirt on and say goodbye when she reached out and touched my For now, For always tattoo.
“When did you get this again?” she asked quietly as her fingers traced the words.
I looked down at her. “I told you about six years ago.”
Her eyes lifted to mine. “What was the exact date?”
“Why?” I asked.
“I was just wondering.” Her shoulder lifted in a shrug.
“May tenth.”
“May tenth,” she repeated, her brows furrowing as she dropped her hand.
I put my shirt on and could see the wheels turning in her pretty little head as she tried to figure out why I got the tattoo on that specific date. It wasn’t a special date for me and Nadia. It was a date that wasn’t significant to her at all, and I’d rather not tell her, but I would if she asked me. It was a date I needed her to be with me. I needed to know that she was with me for now, for always.