Pointe & Possession

18. Chapter 18

Callahan

Her hands flew to my forearms and she dug her nails in as she came beautifully. Her chest and neck flushed pink, her little nose scrunched just like it did whenever she was deep in thought. Her knees bent up by my ribs and her toes curled against my sides, back arched sharply and her whole body trembled and shook beneath me. Her cries were soft and low, music to my ears and I felt like the luckiest man on Earth that I got to see her like this.

It went on for far longer than I expected, until she was panting, wrung out, shaking with aftershocks and moaning something about unicorns and wizard hands.

I laughed softly and kissed her, subtly wiping my fingers on the sheets between her thighs. When her body finally stopped trembling and she sighed as her breaths evened out, I leaned close and gently lapped at her nipple as I slowly reawoke her arousal. When she arched against me, I pulled away and stood up, slowly unbuttoning my shirt. Her eyes tracked my movements before locking on the pink-tinged smear of her blood left on my shirt. Her thighs clenched and her eyes darkened.

When I stood naked before her, she sat up and grabbed my hips, pulling me between her thighs. She ran her teeth over her bottom lip and shyly met my eyes. “Can I?” she asked, her soft hands brushing down the outsides of my thighs.

I laced my fingers through her hair and pulled her closer to my groin, silently urging her on. She was nervous and inexperienced but as her tongue ran up the underside of my shaft, none of that mattered. I groaned and my fingers tightened in her hair. “Suck me, mo solas.” My voice was thick with arousal, gravely and low.

She wrapped her small hand around me, my erection looking even larger and angrier compared to her daintiness. She licked her lips before closing her eyes and leaning in, gently wrapping them around me. She gave an easy, experimental suck as she slid her mouth down me. My legs trembled. She seemed unsure so I used my hand to guide her, telling her, “Suck harder. Oh fuck, yeah, like that.” She seemed to bolster under my praise and guidance, so I kept up a steady stream of instructions and encouragement. Each time my words went from encouraging to filthy, her thighs clenched and she sucked harder. My hips began to thrust, meeting her mouth. She flattened her hand against my groin, allowing more of me into her mouth and I groaned at the slick heat. “Fuck, Rory, you’re doing so good for me.” She shivered and goosebumps prickled the skin of her breasts.

The base of my spine began to tingle and my hips stuttered, thrusting further into her mouth. She gagged but didn’t pull away and I almost came. I jerked away from her just as I felt my orgasm about to explode. The burgeoning pleasure settled under my skin like sparks of fire as my unsteady breathing sawed through my lungs. Edging was a favorite activity of mine.

I pulled her to her feet, smashing my mouth against hers and using her gasping moan to push my way behind her lips. I grabbed one of her thighs and tightened my hold in her hair to lift her against me before planting one knee on the bed and laying her on her back. I settled between her thighs and laid my hand against the side of her face.

“You okay, mo solas?” She looked between my eyes and nodded, despite the small tremors shaking her body. She raised her other leg and wrapped it around my hip, pulling my body into hers.

She swallowed nervously, a small frown forming between her eyes. “Are you sure this is okay? This doesn’t…gross you out?” Her little upper lip curled a little in an adorable display of nerves.

I chuckled and ground my erection against her sensitive clit. “Does it feel like I’m grossed out? Does it feel like I’m thinking about anything other than burying myself so far inside you, you’ll remember the shape of me tomorrow while we present these sheets to your stepfather?”

She panted and moaned as she lifted her head to kiss me deeply. I shifted my hips and lined myself up with her entrance and she whined against my mouth. I swallowed the sound and pressed forward.

This time we both groaned as I stretched her and her heat and wetness surrounded me. Before I was even fully seated she was arching and panting beneath me. I gave her small thrusts and inched myself inside her, until I was finally seated and she was gripping the sheets at her sides.

I gripped her hip and angled her, sliding just a little further inside her and she gasped, throwing her head back against the mattress and clenching around me. “Oh, God, Cal,” she gasped.

I kissed down her neck. “Good?” I asked. She threaded her fingers through my hair and pressed her cheek into my crown and I felt her nod against my head.

I fucked her slowly, allowing her to adjust or protest as she needed. I pressed myself up, holding my weight off her body as I thrust just a little faster. Her hand slid from my hair and landed on my chest, her dainty, classy wedding ring glinting in the light. The sight of it made my dick twitch. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her teeth dug into her bottom lip. She was flushed, her hair a mess around her, tendrils falling out of the style she’d worn it in for the wedding and sticking to her flushed, sweaty skin.

I watched her reactions as I thrust into her, ending each thrust with a grind against her. She moaned quietly with each movement and one of her hands moved up to rest against my ribs. Her nails dug in there and I moved faster, the pleasure and pain spurring me on. I looked down to see her arousal and blood smeared across my groin and marring her creamy thighs. And maybe it made me a sick man, but that sight turned me on so much that I almost came right then.

She arched against me and lifted her hips on my next thrust, her eyes rolling and her mouth dropping open. She tightened her legs around my waist and held herself up so that the angle didn’t change. I sat up on my knees and gripped her hips, pulling her into my thrusts until her legs began to tremble and her muscles gave out. Her hips dropped a little and she cried out in protest.

“It’s okay, baby. I hear you. I hear you,” I whispered as I leaned over her to grab a pillow. With a handful of her arse, I lifted her hips again, my fingers kneading the flesh between them as I stuffed the pillow under her. Her cries raised in volume as I resumed the same pace.

As my orgasm resurfaced and heated under my skin, I tightened my hold on her hips and started pulling her into my thrusts, harder than before. Her small breasts bounced under the lace she wore. “Fuck, mo solas, you’re gonna make me come.” Her cunt clenched around me and I moaned loudly. “C’mon, wife. C’mon. Come with me.” The more I spoke, the tighter she squeezed me, her nails digging in, her eyes squeezing shut tighter, her back arching more and more. Sweat dripped down my temples and dripped off my chin, landing on her chest.

I shoved into her harder and her body tensed so harshly that her torso left the bed, her back bent and her hands slipping through the sweat on my sides as her brow furrowed in frustration. “Eyes on me, baby. Eyes on me,” I grunted and then gave her a thrust harder than all the others when she didn’t immediately open her eyes. “Look at me! I wanna see my wife’s eyes when you come on my cock.” Her eyes met mine, hazy and unfocused and glazed with pleasure. She began to raise her hips to meet my thrusts again. “Touch yourself. I’m gonna come and I don’t wanna do it without you. Get yourself there, baby. Come with me.”

Her hand moved immediately to the spot where we were connected. Her fingertips brushed the base of my cock and my eyes rolled before meeting hers again. Her nose scrunched just like it had last time she came and she struggled to keep her eyes open and on mine. Her moans grew in volume until she was almost screaming. Her body tensed and she stopped breathing, no more sound escaping her as her body strung as tight as a bowstring.

“You gonna come for me, baby? Gonna come on my cock like a good little wife? Come!” Her body was drawn so tight that her lean muscles corded beneath her skin, tendons standing out as she strained for the orgasm that was so clearly just out of reach. “C’mon, baby. Come, now. C’mon,” I grunted through harsh breaths and brutal thrusts. My almost non-existent brogue thickened in my pleasure and she shuddered as I felt the first pulses of her orgasm around me, her body going lax as the orgasm washed over her. I pressed a hand into her lower belly and her whole body curled in on itself. She screamed and convulsed in pulses that seemed to tense her whole body. When her orgasm had slowed into small tremors that shook every muscle in her body I finally allowed my own to take over, pumping my release into her. I buried my face in her neck and groaned loudly, moaning with every wave of pleasure that made my hips grind against hers.

When we were done, sweaty and panting against each other, I held her close and breathed in the smell of her sweaty skin, pressing gentle kisses to her neck and shoulder. She had one hand wrapped around my arm by her head, the other on my back, her fingertips slipping in the sweat as they massaged my relaxed muscles. I pushed up on an elbow and kissed her chastely on the lips, not pushing it but taking and giving the comfort we both needed after such intense orgasms.

I stood and lifted her bridal style and carried her into the bathroom. I undressed her slowly, unwrapping her from the lacy lingerie like a gift, laid before my eyes inch by tantalizing inch of pale, soft skin. I caressed her skin when it was bared to me, rubbing the backs on my fingers down the sides of her small, perky breasts and down her slim ribcage. She shivered as goosebumps erupted across her skin in the wake of my touch.

I turned the water on and adjusted the temperature. She watched, enraptured as I moved around the bathroom, her eyes so focused on my naked skin that she was gripping the edge of the counter beside her thighs. Her eyes zeroed in on my groin, smeared with her blood, just as her thighs were. My dick twitched under her rapt attention as her eyes slid up my torso, tracing the ink and muscle like a physical caress. I helped her off the counter and then into the shower and stepped in behind her.

She sighed and leaned her back against my chest, relaxing under the hot water. I kissed her neck and murmured, “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you wet in a shower…except, maybe, you in the midst of an orgasm. That was a spectacular sight.”

She blushed under my praise and I ran my fingers over the redness in her cheeks. She turned into my chest and went up on her tiptoes, pressing her lips to the underside of my jaw while her bare breasts pressed into my chest. She rubbed her lips back and forth, barely scraping them in my stubble before her tongue peeked out and gently brushed the curve of my jaw.

I roughly grabbed the side of her neck, pushing her head back with my thumb and shoving my tongue in her mouth as I pushed her against the wall and covered her body with mine. I ground my erection into her stomach and rubbed against her as I moved my mouth to the side of her neck. Her head tilted to the side to give me room and I slid my hand from her neck to support the weight of her head

She tasted like sweat and sex and everything I never knew I wanted. She was bold like this, though, and roughly pulled my face back to her mouth, giving just as good as she got. She ran her hands over my body and slipped one down to my arse, gripping me with a strong hold and pulling my hips into her as she wiggled against me.

I broke the kiss and moved my mouth to her neck, licking water droplets off her skin and nibbling on her collarbone. She moaned low and long, that sound that drove me fucking wild bouncing off the tile around us, amplified and erotic as shite.

“Unless you want me to ride you again, we should get on with the washing now,” I whispered as I ground into her again.

She panted into my hair as she rubbed her belly against my length and whispered, “Fuck me, Cal.”

I pulled back and looked into her eyes. Those pools of honey were cloudy with desire, the pupils blown wide. I groaned and pressed into her again. Though it physically pained me not to take her, I said, “No. You’re already going to be sore.”

“You said you want me to remember the shape of you. Fuck me, Cal,” she begged. “Please, husband. Make me your wife again.”

It was that line that did it. I lost my mind when she said it. She was already my wife in the eyes of the law, and we’d already consummated once, but here she was - a woman so beautiful it made my gut burn to look at her, wet, wanting, begging me to take her again.

Who am I to say no to that?

I lifted her by the thighs and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I pressed her into the wall with my hips. She grabbed my face and kissed me, wiggling until my length was pressed against her wet core so that she could rub against me as she moaned into my mouth.

I lifted her hips just a little and shifted my own so that the head of my cock dragged against her until I found her warm entrance. I stopped kissing her, gently pushing into her tight cunt, moving so slowly I swore I could feel every inch of her walls stroking me. I looked into her eyes as I took her, waiting until she relaxed around me before pulling out and thrusting back in, exercising a patience I did not feel.

Her nails scraped across my shoulders and I groaned into her mouth, pressing my forehead to hers. My fingers tightened on her hips and my pace quickened.

Her cries filled the bathroom, bouncing around us like an endless cacophony of the most beautiful music ever composed. She moved her hips to meet mine and my own sounds joined hers. Her chest flushed and her breathing stuttered, nails digging into my skin as she broke apart around my dick. I knew I’d wear her marks tomorrow and, if I could, I’d walk around shirtless just to show the world how fecking lucky I was.

I held back my own orgasm until hers was over and I couldn’t stop my own any longer. Pleasure tingled at the base of my spine and burst across my skin, forcing groans from my mouth as I emptied myself inside her.

We stayed like that, her pinned to the wall by my bigger body, as we caught our breaths. When I recovered and her legs stopped shaking, I set her on her feet and turned her into the spray. She was like Jell-O in my arms, loose and compliant, leaning her weight against my chest as I soaped up a sponge and ran it over her body.

I washed her inch by inch, worshiping my wife’s lean, dancer’s body. I removed the shower head from the wall and rinsed the soap from her body, wetting her hair and spraying myself in the face. She laughed softly while I sputtered and wiped the water from my eyes. I replaced the shower head and massaged shampoo into her scalp. Her laughter turned into a deep moan and my cock twitched against her arse

I rinsed her and then quickly washed myself before turning the water off and wrapping her in a warm towel from the warming rack. Her eyes were heavy, her body slow.

“Are you ready for bed, wife?” I asked quietly, my mouth at her ear as I cradled her body in the shelter of my own.

That was where she belonged - sheltered by my body, protected by my…love?

Yes, protected by my love for her. In the week and a half we had been planning our wedding, I’d fallen in love with her witty humor, her stoic bravery, her flirtatious manner and the way she was quickly learning that she didn’t have to fear speaking her mind. She was strong and courageous and still somehow so damn sweet.

“Yeah,” she whispered softly, interrupting my thoughts. “But I need to get some stuff out of my room first.”

I handed her a robe from the closet and she pulled it around her, even though it swallowed her tiny frame. She left the room and I pulled on a pair of underwear and removed the bloody sheet from the bed, throwing it to a corner of the room just as she walked back in. She held a blue box, a pair of underwear and a t-shirt. Her face reddened as she clutched the box to her chest.

“I’m just going to use the restroom and I’ll be right back.”

I smirked at her. “You know that menstruation is no reason to be embarrassed, right? It’s a normal, healthy function.”

She blinked at me. “You’re a fucking unicorn,” she said as she turned to the bathroom and closed the door. I frowned. That was the second time she’d called me a unicorn, and I wasn’t sure if it was good or not.

I turned the lights off, flicked on a lamp by the bed and crawled in, pulling the covers to my hips as I leaned against the headboard and waited for her to come out. I responded to a few messages from the men, confirmed with Elliot and Nate that I was satisfied with the updated security and had just set my phone on the wireless charger when she reemerged. The shirt she wore reached just to the tops of her thighs, her bare legs drawing my attention. She shifted her weight and nibbled on her lip.

“Um, I didn’t ask, but I assumed I was sleeping here? With you? Is that okay?”

I stared at her legs, the beautiful limbs drawing my attention as if she were dancing for only me. “Will you dance for me, mo solas?”

“Uh- sure, but not tonight. Did you hear what I said?” I dragged my gaze from her legs and met her eyes.

“Not a word. You have beautiful legs.” She shifted her weight and I swear the woman was taunting me.

“I asked if I’m sleeping in here…with you?”

I frowned. “You damn well better be. You’re not going back to your old room now. You’re mine, mo solas. I want to spend every night and every morning beside my delicious wife.”

Her body relaxed and she seemed to melt against the door jamb before she walked to the bed, climbing in the empty side and curling up, facing me. I slid down the pillows and rested my head on my hand, looking into her face.

I pulled her across the bed and into my chest. She burrowed in, her head pillowed on my bicep and sighed as her eyes closed. I flipped the lamp off and cast the room into darkness.

Her breathing was slow and quiet but too uneven for her to be asleep, so I asked, “What’s a unicorn?”

She huffed a small laugh through her nose. “A mythical horse. You know, the kind with one horn?” I pinched her arse and she giggled and wiggled away from my fingers - which pushed her closer to me. I wrapped my arms around her and held her to my chest tightly. She sighed, her breath rustling the hairs on my chest as she rubbed her nose across my collarbone. “A unicorn is a man that is too good to be true - unusually good looking, able to make a woman come with no guidance, understanding about menstrual cycles, inclusive in a typically misogynistic world.” She yawned loudly. “You’re a damn unicorn.”

I pressed a kiss to her forehead and ran my fingers through her hair until tiny, adorable little snores started sounding from her nose.