Chapter 8 #3
Her eyes widened, and her tongue darted out to lick her lips again.
“Callum.”
“I’ve got you,” I whispered. Then I tugged down the lace of her bra, exposing her pretty pink nipples, all hard and tight. “Exactly how I want it.”
I leaned down and sucked one nipple into my mouth, knowing I was going to hell.
This was so damn wrong, but I couldn’t help it. I had wanted her since the morning after the woods when I’d crushed my mouth to hers that one time and told myself it would be the one and only.
But it couldn’t be.
And when her hips began to rock more, and a little distressed sound slid from her mouth, I frowned.
“What is it, little flower?” I whispered.
“I can’t, I can’t.” Her cheeks blushed, and I grinned like a wolf sensing his prey.
“You want to come, and you can’t like this?” I asked.
“No. Yes. I don’t know.”
“I’ve got you, baby. Don’t worry.” I took her by her hips and lifted her up so she sat on the edge of the counter.
“Oh.”
“Well, what do you think now?” I asked as I ran my finger over the seam of her jeans.
Her eyes widened. “What are you planning?”
“What I’m planning is a one-and-only. Do you get that?” I asked, needing to make this clear.
“Sort of like a welcome-home present?” she asked, her voice shaking.
“Maybe. We can’t do this again, Felicity. You know that. You know this is wrong.”
“I know you think it’s wrong. But okay. If that’s what you say.”
I wasn’t quite sure I believed her, but I couldn’t do anything except lean down and take her lips. I undid the button of her jeans, and as she lifted her ass so I could wiggle them down, I groaned at her white lace panties.
“Are you serious right now? White lace?”
“I’m not a virgin if that helps,” she said quickly as I tossed her shoes and pants to the side.
I froze, glaring.
“You’ve let someone else touch you?” I asked, the possessiveness shocking me.
“Seriously? You can get all caveman and growly when you’re touching me, but you don’t own me.”
“Right now, I own this pussy,” I said as I slid my thumb over her heat.
Her mouth parted.
“You get me? At this moment, I own this.” I cupped her, demanding.
“I don’t care who you’ve had in you before.
I don’t care whatever cock has pressed itself into you like he owned you.
He didn’t. I do. At this moment, I own you.
Once we stop, you’re your own person. I don’t ever want to be the person who possesses you and thinks he can tell you what to do.
But with you in my arms? I’m everything.
And you’re mine. This pussy is mine. Get me? ”
She nodded. “I think I can deal with that. But can I call your dick mine?”
My lips twitched, and I shook my head. “No, little flower. I don’t think so.” I tugged her panties to the side, exposing her bare pussy, and I groaned.
“Oh damn, Felicity.”
“Stop, you’re embarrassing me.”
“No, don’t be embarrassed. Never be embarrassed about how wet you are. How much you want me.”
“Maybe it’s just how I react to any guy touching me,” she teased. I leaned down and bit her inner thigh. She let out a squeak, and I grinned.
“Wrong answer.”
“Fine, I’m wet for you. I’m usually always wet for you. Now please, lick my pussy.”
“Such a dirty talker. I’m going to have to stuff your mouth with my cock the next time you even try to be snappy.”
But I wouldn’t. Because this was a one-off, and I wasn’t going to let her touch me. I couldn’t.
So, instead, I leaned down, spread her thighs, and licked up the crease where her hips met her upper thigh.
Her body shook, and I licked my lips. “So tempting.”
I blew cool air over her core, and she shivered, her whole body tensing.
Knowing I needed more, I tore at her panties, not able to wait.
The ripping sound filled the room, and I shoved her panties off to the side, and before she could say a damn thing, I covered her cunt with my mouth.
She was salty and sweet and everything that I craved.
My dick ached, and I nearly came in my pants at her first taste. But I couldn’t help it. I needed more.
She whispered my name, one hand holding onto the counter for dear life, the other hand sliding through my hair, and I continued to suck and taste and need.
I pierced her with my tongue, probing to find that sweet little spot, and when she nearly shot off the counter, I continued to lick and suck, twisting my lips around her clit.
When she finally came, my name on her lips, and her cum all over my chin, I laughed at her, tasting her, needing her.
I stood up, ignoring the raging hard-on that threatened to kill me, and licked my lips.
Her gaze went to her wetness on my beard, on my chin, and she blinked.
“Oh.”
“You’re welcome,” I teased.
She rolled her eyes, so I leaned down and nipped at her lip.
“Welcome home,” I whispered, kissed her softly, leaving her taste on her lips, adjusted myself, and walked out of the house.
She wasn’t for me, and we both knew it, but I also knew I would never have such a sweet taste again as long as I lived.
Because she couldn’t be mine.