Chapter 53
KYRA
Holy Fuck!
They say that women can suck a man’s soul out of his cock, but I am pretty sure he just sucked mine out of my clit. Even though I just had one of the best orgasms of my life, I am not done with my Fiancé yet.
I love that word…Fiancé.
Cal looks up at me like I’m crazy, as he stands between my thighs. I must have giggled out loud. His slacks are tented so far out that it has to be painful.
“Why don’t you release your cock, babe? That’s gotta hurt.” I give him my best sultry smile.
“Why were you giggling?” One of his eyebrows is cocked, and he’s just watching me. I sit up so I can look at him with more ease.
“I was just thinking about how much I love the word fiancé. Also, that I’m not done with you yet.”
Cal shakes his head with a chuckle before leaning down to unzip my dress. Helping me slide it up over my head, I am now just sitting on the bed naked.
“You are far too overdressed.” I move to help him take his clothes off, and he gives me a stern look telling me to stay put.
Watching him, he unbuttons his shirt slowly and deliberately while never removing his eyes from mine.
Cal only breaks eye contact when he pulls his undershirt up over his head single-handedly.
Next, he removes his belt and pants. Leaving him standing only in his black boxer briefs, the head of his cock is poking out of the top.
“I need dessert.” I smile at him and pull him down on the bed.
I pull his boxers down his legs and immediately take a lick starting at the base of his cock. His pre cum is already beading on his tip, and I lap it up like it is my favorite treat. Teasing him, I continue to run my tongue along his length and tip, playing with each barbell as I go.
“Sunflower.” He groans out.
I stop my torture and look up at him through my eyelashes before sucking him to the back of my throat with no warning.
His whole body jolts as the head of his cock finds the back of my throat, and a growl rips out of him.
Cal fists both hands in my hair, taking over the pace I am sucking.
Thrusting into my mouth a few more times before I am pulled off his cock with a pop.
“I wasn’t done yet.” I meet his gaze.
“If you didn’t stop, we were going to be done, and I want to be in you.” He tells me. “Lay back.”
Following his order, I lay back on the bed and make room for him between my thighs.
Running the tip of his cock through my wetness, a moan escapes me.
He lines himself up with my entrance and thrusts in.
I feel every single barbell that lines the length of him, and they rub exquisitely inside of me.
Cal brings his rough hand to rest around my throat.
He is holding me here, not choking me. Yet.
His thrusts are slow and rhythmic, allowing me to feel every inch of him.
I feel like I am climbing the tallest mountain of pleasure.
Slow and steady, his thrusts stay until you can hear my arousal.
The sounds coming from him thrusting in me are erotic and just make the whole scene that much more intense.
“Cal, please,” I whine. I need more. I need to come now.
“Please, what?” He leans down and starts to leave kisses on my collarbone while he takes his time thrusting in and out of me. “I need words, Sunflower.”
“Harder…faster…I need to come.”
“That I can do.” He throws my feet over his shoulders and starts to pound into me. This position allows him to hold my hips up at the perfect angle to hit my G-spot, and I see stars.
“Fuck, Callum.” I cry out, seconds from coming.
He thrusts a few more times, and then he detonates inside of me, setting my orgasm off with him. I can feel his warmth, and I love every moment of it.
Callum is bracing himself up by his elbows so he doesn’t crush me, and is breathing hard. He takes a moment to collect himself before he stands from the bed. His limp is more pronounced right now, and I am concerned I hurt him.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Yeah, just need to stretch my knee out. Let me get a towel to clean you up.” He heads for the small bathroom, and I hear water running.
Callum comes out of the bathroom and crosses over to where I am lying. He takes the wet washcloth in his hand and leans down to wipe up the mess we made. The cloth is warm on my sensitive flesh, but it is the perfect temperature.
He throws the dirty cloth into the bathroom before he climbs into bed next to me. Callum lies on his back and pulls me into his chest. I sling a leg over his good knee and snuggle in to listen to his steady heart rate.
“If you could get married absolutely anywhere, where would it be?” His chest rumbles while he talks, and I take a few moments to think over my answer.
“Hmm…” My fingers trail through each crevice of his abs while I picture my perfect wedding.
“Price is of no concern, absolutely anywhere.” His fingers run through my locks, and my body relaxes completely at his touch.
“Somewhere on a beach. The sunset in the background. All my friends are there.” My voice sounds dreamy and soft.
Never in a million years did I think I would be talking about planning another wedding. Let alone engaged again. Callum came into my life, I won’t say like a wrecking ball because he didn’t destroy. He built me up brick by brick. With love and care, and to just be there when I needed him.
He listens to my dreams and desires. Brings things I never thought possible to life. The whole Devil Dog family has filled a hole in my life I never knew I had, until I found them.
“A beach, you say? Like on Lake Michigan? Or a tropical island?”
Why do I feel like if I say tropical island, he will find a way to make it happen?
Because he will.
“Lake Michigan is fine,” I tell him. He doesn’t need to spend all his money on me.
“That wasn’t the question, Sunflower. Where do you dream of having your wedding?” His voice is stern.
“Isn’t it our wedding? Where do you want to get married?” I laugh.
“As long as you are the one walking down that aisle, I don’t care where it happens. As long as it happens.” I look up at him, and he has a warm smile on his face.
“If I had to pick, it would be somewhere tropical.” I don’t want to tell him because I know he’ll find a way to make it happen. But fuck if that statement didn’t make me tell him.
“Thank you for telling me. You will get whatever wedding you can dream up. I’ll be sure it happens.” Callum leans down and kisses me on the top of my head.
“Thank you. I love you.” I pull myself up enough to kiss him properly.
“I love you.” He says, breaking the kiss. “Now sleep. We have a long cruise ahead of us still.”