Chapter 23 #3
“You have no clue what you do to me, sunshine.” I switch to her other tit, biting at the flesh. I want to mark her. Leave red marks behind. Show everybody that she’s mine. “You drive me insane. These perfect tits, these hips, this arse, your pretty pink pussy…”
I shove my other hand beneath the water as I run my mouth, dipping between Calla’s sweet thighs to trace her swollen folds through the thin material of her sodden bikini.
“God, I can’t get enough. I want you all day, every day, Calla. I want your laugh and your smile. Your mind, your dry humour, your free spirit, your kindness. And I don’t care how selfish it sounds; I want it all for myself.”
My fingers trace back and forth until she’s squirming so much in my lap, grinding myself on my cock, I swear I’m going to explode.
“Stand up, sunshine.”
She does as I ask, her legs as wobbly as a newborn deer. “Wha—”
I mould my hands to her hips, bringing her pussy close to my mouth. “I’ve been dreaming of doing this since you took off that damn dress.”
Pressing a kiss to Calla’s stomach, I dip my tongue into her tummy button before working my lips towards her right hip.
I use my teeth and tongue to slowly pull at the pretty bow, ignoring the slight tang of chlorine kissing my tastebuds.
I repeat the same on the other side, Calla’s bottoms falling away into the water, wasting no time in pressing my face into her pussy, flattening my tongue to lick through her folds.
“Oh my god, Blake.”
Grinning at her breathless tone, I slide one finger and then another into her hot core while I draw tight circles with my tongue across her clit.
Calla’s hips buck against my face, her hands gripping my hair tightly until my scalp stings.
I don’t let up, coaxing my fingers to hit that spongy spot at the front of her wall, stroking in a downward motion.
I want Calla just as delirious with desire as I am.
I want her screaming my name from these four walls.
I want to steal the breath from her lungs, to taste her orgasm on my tongue so I can swallow her whole.
“I’m so fucking close. Don’t stop. I’m—”
I move my fingers faster, my cock leaking at the wet sound of Calla’s pussy sucking at my digits, lashing my tongue back and forth until I feel her break.
Sweet, sticky release gushes over my hand, my lips, my chin as Calla moans somewhere high in the back of her throat.
She gasps, oh so prettily, when I keep up the light pressure on her clit, drawing out her orgasms for as long as she’ll let me before she finally pushes my head away, her swollen folds overly sensitive.
I stand too, finally – fucking finally – wrapping my hand around the base of my cock, tugging and squeezing while the water laps around my shins.
A smaller, softer hand joins my own, reaching back to cup my balls, massaging the thin skin until my breathing becomes heavier, and pleasure skitters up and down my spine.
“You gonna bend over and let me stretch out that sweet pussy of yours, sunshine?”
Nodding quickly, Calla presses a closed mouth kiss to the tip of my cock, eliciting a hiss from me, before spinning around, hands flat on the lip of the hot tub, arse brushing up against my balls.
I waste no time lining myself up behind her, sliding my tip through her sodden, velvet-like folds for a heartbeat or two and then slipping inside.
Slowly, I feed Calla an inch of me at a time, gripping her hips so tightly I swear she’s going to be wearing the mark of me for days afterward.
Halfway down my length, Calla bucks upwards, her breathing stuttered and uneven.
I peel a hand from her hip, smoothing it down the straight length of her spine instead. “Stay still, Calla. Relax. Let me in.”
Breathing shaky, she does as I ask, relaxing the walls of her pussy to allow me to sink deeper, deeper, deeper, until I’m seated, my balls pressing against the wet bud of her clit.
“Thatta girl,” I praise, creating a second pass of her spine. Only this time I don’t stop at the top, instead raking my fingers through the nape of her neck and gripping the wet strands of her blonde ponytail.
Calla’s back arches even further, a pretty sight I want to commit to memory, as I slide my hips backwards, the cool air kissing my wet cock before I bury myself back into her molten heat.
“You gonna let me fuck you, sweet girl?” I mutter lowly into her ear, relishing in the nod of her head, the swing of her tits and the tightening of her pussy around me. “While you play with your little clit?”
Using her ponytail as leverage, I snap my hips back and forth, finding a mind-numbing pace that has my vision becoming spotty.
I feel Calla’s pussy flutter around my cock, gripping me like a fucking vice, when her fingertips circle her puffy clit. A broken gasp of my name falls from her lips, only heightening my taste for ecstasy, urging me to pick up my pace, rut into her deeper, faster, harder.
“Say you’re mine Calla,” I grit out, pushing my wet hair from my face and laying my cheek against Calla’s shoulder. “Say it.”
“I’m yours. Fuck. God, I’m yours, Blake.”
I move faster, our skin slapping together creating an echo that ricochets across all four walls, losing myself in the feel of my balls tightening up, of Calla clamping down on me, the hot gush of her second orgasm as she comes with a scream.
I’m not far behind her, sinking my teeth into Calla’s shoulder for a second, bathing in the sweet rush of pleasure running through my veins, before I force myself to pull out, stripping my bare cock with my fist, once, twice and painting the peach-like curve of Calla’s arse and her delicate spine with my release.
Sated, my body drooping with sudden exhaustion, I step out to grab us both a towel from the freshly washed stack that are kept in a cubby in the tiled wall, beside the brass set of hooks above the hot tub.
Wrapping one around my waist, I scoop Calla up in another, gathering it around her shoulders to dry her.
She melts into my body, resting her forehead against my collarbone whilst I press a kiss to her temple.
“I could stay like this forever,” I admit.
“Me too.”