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Callum
I watch her from the kitchen doorway as she pours herself a glass of water, gulping it down like she's parched.
"Long day, darlin'," I say, my voice low, stepping up behind her.
My hands find her hips, pulling her back against me.
She leans into my chest with a sigh, her body fitting perfectly against mine.
"Mm, you have no idea," she murmurs, tilting her head back to look up at me. Her blue eyes sparkle even in the dim light, and I can't resist leaning down to kiss her forehead.
"I think I do. Which is why I'm gonna take care of you tonight." I nuzzle her neck, inhaling the scent of her—earth and lavender from the soap she uses. "Go upstairs. I'll be right behind you."
She raises an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at her lips. "What are you up to, Callum?"
"Trust me." I give her ass a gentle squeeze, earning a soft laugh from her before she heads up the creaky wooden stairs.
The bathroom is at the end of the hall, our little sanctuary in this sprawling old house.
I turn on the faucet in the clawfoot tub, the water rushing out hot and steamy.
I grab the bottle of bubble bath from the shelf—the one she loves, scented like vanilla and honey—and pour a generous amount under the stream.
Bubbles foam up immediately, thick and luxurious, filling the air with that sweet, inviting smell.
Candles next: I light a few on the windowsill, their flames flickering softly, casting warm shadows on the tiled walls.
The steam rises, fogging the mirror, and I strip off my shirt, tossing it in the hamper.
My jeans stay on for now because I want to savor this.
"Violet?" I call out softly, poking my head into our bedroom. She's sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling off her socks, looking every bit the farm girl I fell in love with.
"Yeah?"
"Bath's ready. Come on."
Her eyes light up. "You drew me a bath?"
"For us," I correct, holding out my hand. She takes it, and I lead her down the hall, the steam greeting us as we step inside. The tub is full now, bubbles overflowing the rim a bit, the water glistening invitingly.
"Oh, Callum," she breathes, turning to me with that look—the one that makes my heart pound and my cock stir. "This is perfect."
"You're perfect." I pull her close, my hands sliding under her flannel to feel the warm skin of her back. "Now, let's get you out of these clothes."
She doesn't protest, just watches me with hooded eyes as I unbutton her shirt slowly, button by button, revealing the simple white bra underneath.
Her breasts rise and fall with her quickening breath, and I can't help but trace my fingers along the lace edge.
"God, I love these," I murmur, cupping them gently, thumbs brushing over her nipples through the fabric.
They harden instantly, and she lets out a soft gasp.
"Callum..."
"Shh. Let me." I slide the shirt off her shoulders, then reach around to unhook her bra, letting it fall to the floor.
Her breasts are full and soft, nipples pink and begging for attention.
I lean down, taking one into my mouth, sucking gently while my hand kneads the other.
She arches into me, her fingers threading through my hair.
"That feels so good," she whispers.
I pull back just enough to look up at her.
"You ain't seen nothin' yet, baby." My voice is rough, already laced with that hunger I feel building.
I drop to my knees, undoing her jeans and tugging them down her hips, taking her panties with them.
She's bare before me now, her pussy already glistening slightly in the candlelight.
I press a kiss to her inner thigh, inhaling her musky scent mixed with the bubbles.
"Fuck, Violet. You're already wet for me. "
She blushes, but there's fire in her eyes. "Maybe."
I stand, stripping off my jeans and boxers in one go.
My cock springs free, hard and throbbing, pointing right at her like it's got a mind of its own.
Her gaze drops to it, and she bites her lip—that little habit that drives me wild.
"Get in," I say, stepping into the tub first. The water is hot, almost scalding, but it feels incredible as I sink down, bubbles parting around me.
I hold out my hand again, helping her in.
She steps over the rim carefully, her foot sinking into the foam.
As she lowers herself, I guide her to sit between my legs, her back against my chest. The water sloshes gently, bubbles clinging to her skin.
I wrap my arms around her from behind, pulling her close so my cock nestles against her ass.
"There," I murmur into her ear. "Relax, babe. "
She sighs contentedly, leaning her head back on my shoulder. "This is heaven."
"Not yet." My hands start wandering, one sliding up to cup her breast, the other dipping lower, through the bubbles to find the heat between her thighs. She's slick, even in the water, and my fingers part her pussy easily, circling her clit with slow, deliberate strokes.
Violet moans softly, her body tensing then melting against me. "Callum... oh god."
"That's right," I growl low in her ear. "Let me make you feel good. You've been workin' so hard all day, takin' care of everything. Now it's my turn to take care of this pretty little pussy."
Her breath hitches at my words, and I feel her hips shift, pressing into my hand.
I pinch her nipple lightly, rolling it between my fingers while I tease her clit, building the pressure.
The water laps around us, bubbles popping softly, but all I can focus on is her—the way her chest rises and falls, the little whimpers escaping her lips.
"Tell me how it feels," I demand, slipping one finger inside her. She's tight, clenching around me immediately.
"So good... don't stop."
I add a second finger, pumping slowly, curling them to hit that spot inside her that makes her gasp. "You like that? My fingers fucking you like this?"
"Yes," she breathes, her hand reaching back to grip my thigh. "More."
I chuckle darkly, nipping at her earlobe. "Greedy girl. But I love it. Love how wet you get for me, how you squeeze my fingers like you can't wait for my cock."
She turns her head, capturing my mouth in a kiss—hot, desperate, her tongue sliding against mine.
I kiss her back fiercely, my fingers moving faster now, thumb pressing on her clit.
She's rocking against me, water splashing over the sides of the tub, but I don't care.
The chemistry between us is electric, like it always is—like we've been made for this, for each other.
"Callum, I'm close," she warns, her voice trembling.
"Come for me, Violet. Come all over my fingers. Show me how much you need it."
She does, her body shuddering as the orgasm hits her. She cries out, the sound echoing off the bathroom walls, her pussy pulsing around my digits. I hold her through it, whispering filthy praises in her ear. "That's my girl. So fucking beautiful when you come."
As she comes down, panting, I withdraw my fingers, bringing them to my mouth to taste her. Sweet and salty, just like her. "Turn around," I say, my voice husky with need. My cock is aching, pressed against her back, and I can't wait anymore.
She shifts in the tub, water sloshing, and straddles me, her knees on either side of my hips. The bubbles cling to her breasts, dripping down her stomach, and she looks like a goddess. Her hands brace on my shoulders as she positions herself over me, the head of my cock nudging her entrance.
"Look at me," I command, gripping her hips. Our eyes lock, and she sinks down slowly, taking me inch by inch. The heat of her around me is intense, tighter than usual from the water, and I groan deep in my chest. "Fuck, Violet. You're so tight. Taking my cock like you were born for it."
She moans, bottoming out, her ass resting on my thighs. "You feel so big inside me."
I thrust up gently, making her gasp. "That's because this pussy was made for me.
Only me." My hands slide up to her breasts, kneading them as she starts to move, rocking her hips in a slow rhythm.
Water splashes with each motion, bubbles foaming around us, but it's nothing compared to the heat building between our bodies.
She picks up speed, riding me harder, her nails digging into my shoulders. I meet her thrusts, slamming up into her, the angle perfect for hitting deep. "Ride me, baby. Bounce on that cock like you own it."
"I do," she whispers, a sly smile on her lips before she leans down to kiss me again. Our tongues tangle, the kiss messy and passionate, matching the frenzy of our bodies.
I break away, breathing hard. "Damn right you do. And I'm gonna fill you up, mark you as mine." One hand slips between us, finding her clit again, rubbing in tight circles. She's sensitive from her first orgasm, and she clenches around me immediately, making me curse.
"Callum... yes, just like that."
"You gonna come again? Come on my cock this time? Let me feel you milk me dry."
Her movements turn erratic, hips grinding down hard. The water is everywhere now, spilling over the tub onto the floor, but who gives a shit? All that matters is her—the way her breasts bounce, the flush on her cheeks, the way she throws her head back and moans my name.
"I'm coming," she gasps, and then she's there, her pussy spasming around me, pulling me deeper. It's too much; I thrust up one last time, burying myself as deep as I can, and come with a roar, spilling inside her in hot jets.
We cling to each other, breathing ragged, the water settling around us. But I'm not done. Not even close. The night is young, and our chemistry? It's like wildfire—once it starts, it consumes everything.
I lift her off me carefully, standing in the tub and helping her up. Water streams down our bodies as I step out, grabbing a towel to dry her off slowly, reverently. But my touches linger, turning teasing again. I dry her breasts, then kneel to dry her legs, pressing kisses along her thighs.
"Callum," she says, half-laughing, half-moaning. "What are you doing?"
"Round two," I reply, looking up at her with a grin. "Bedroom. Now."
She doesn't argue, just follows me down the hall, both of us naked and dripping a trail. Our bedroom is cozy, the big four-poster bed taking up most of the space, quilts rumpled from this morning. I push her down onto it gently, crawling over her, my body covering hers.
"You're insatiable," she teases, but her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me close.
"For you? Always." I kiss her deeply, my cock already hardening again against her thigh. "I could fuck you all night, Violet. Watch you come over and over until you're begging me to stop."
She shivers beneath me. "Promise?"
"Fuck yes." I slide down her body, spreading her thighs wide. She's still slick with our combined release, and I dive in, tongue lapping at her clit, tasting us both.
"Oh god," she moans, hands fisting the sheets.
I eat her out like a man starved, fingers joining my tongue, pumping deep while I suck her clit. "You taste so fucking good," I growl against her. "Like you're mine."
She bucks against my mouth, already climbing. I don't let up, curling my fingers, flicking my tongue until she shatters again, her juices flooding my mouth.
Then I'm back up, flipping her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up so she's on all fours. "Ass up for me, baby. Show me that pretty pussy."
She complies, arching her back, and I thrust into her from behind in one smooth stroke. The angle is deeper, hitting new spots, and she cries out. I grip her hips, pounding hard, skin slapping against skin.
"Take it," I grunt. "Take every inch like the dirty girl you are."
"Yes! Harder, Callum!"
I oblige, one hand reaching around to rub her clit, the other spanking her ass lightly. The sting makes her clench, and I groan. "You like that? My hand on your ass while I fuck you?"
"Love it," she pants.
We go like animals, raw and primal, the bed creaking under us. She comes again, screaming into the pillow, and I follow, pulling out at the last second to come on her back, marking her.
But still, we're not done. We collapse, catch our breath, then she's on top, riding me slow and sensual, her hands on my chest. "My turn," she whispers.
I let her set the pace, but my dirty talk doesn't stop. "That's it, grind on me. Use my cock to get off."
She does, circling her hips, building us both up until we come together, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
Hours pass like this—positions changing, words filthier, touches more desperate. In the shower to clean up, against the wall, back in bed. Our chemistry is off the charts, an unbreakable bond forged in sweat and passion.
Finally, as dawn creeps in, we lie tangled in the sheets, her head on my chest. "I love you," I murmur, kissing her hair.
"Love you too," she replies sleepily.
And as the farm wakes outside, I hold her close, already planning the next time.
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