by Pamela Ann
“Do you want to take this to the bedroom?” Callum murmured, now scrutinizing me.
“Yes, I’d like that.” I was breathless.
I needed more of him. It was insane, but when he untangled himself from me, I felt somehow distraught, saddened.
Shaking myself of the confusing emotions, I took his outstretched hand. In a comfortable silence, we immediately left the jacuzzi and went indoors. The journey seemed to take forever as we ascended the stairs and sought our bedroom. Before, I was brazen, however as the seconds passed, I was becoming nervous. I knew he wasn’t planning on doing it yet, but the thought of him touching me intimately again, merely having him close to me, sent delicious shivers all over my body.
Fuck, I was going to be in big trouble. Please, please, don’t let me completely fall for him, I silently begged. Knowing Callum’s record, I didn’t have a chance in hell of surviving if I did. So I had to look at this from a non-romantic vantage point because, if I didn’t, I was on my own. I knew how Callum worked, therefore I had better get it together and enjoy what he was willing to gift me.
As chaotic and riotous as my thoughts were, they immediately drifted off the moment we entered the bedroom chambers.
My body was strung out, alert and ready to be raided.
I was far too ready for this.
Chapter 94
Callum
My eyes roved over her now naked body on the bed, legs partially parted, indicating that she was a tad shy, but willing to pull through if I asked her to spread wider.
I wasn’t sure if it was because we were in the bedroom that she seemed so reluctant to open herself to me because she didn’t seem shy when she was urging me on less than ten minutes ago.
My initial plan to be indifferent was certainly out of the question now as I watched Stella look at me with questioning eyes; probably wondering why I hadn’t moved an inch and taken that innocence she was offering to me.
That’s the thing about me that I knew so well… I didn’t fuck slow. I fucked hard and fast. Slow was for lovemaking, which was not part of my agenda. So if I had to go through this ordeal, I might have to go beyond what I was normally comfortable with, which was another thing that had daunted me starting this whole process.
Two days, I said, but how sure was I that I could hold off for that long a time?
Tonight was about her… pleasing her while I tested her body, pushing it further so that it could easily take me when I did finally fuck her. I didn’t want to overwhelm her with my size, especially for a virgin, because I could easily rip her apart.
Hell, it was her first time, so I wanted this experience to be memorable, but most of all, I wanted her to enjoy it, too.
“Open your legs for me,” I commanded, still rooted on the spot, eyes not leaving her now spread pussy, glistening with temptation.
My dick was begging to be released from its confinement, but I wasn’t having any of that. “Touch yourself, Stella.”
I heard her sharp intake of breath.
“Are you toying with me, Cal?” she questioned skeptically.
The last thing I wanted was to toy, as she put it, because the fevered way my body was responding to her was feral. So no, I didn’t want to toy. I wanted to fuck her brains out, but I knew I couldn’t since this was Stella.
“No… I am not.” Since my urgings were far more damaging than pleasurable considering her virginal state, I had to be creative. After all, the main goal here was to get Stella well stimulated, energized and… wanting.
When she didn’t do as I asked, I had no choice other than to settle next to her and part her legs with no resistance. Her pussy was stirring all kinds of things in my head. With the use of my thumb, I reached out and rubbed the clitoral area, focusing on that little button that seemed to evoke the sexiest moans from her.
“Do you touch yourself, Stella?”
She pressed her lips together before nodding. “Sometimes…”
Still rubbing her clit, I looked into her eyes and not down south. It was a fight not to, but I had to play a role here… well, for as long as I could keep it up. “How do you like me touching you now?”
Her breathing hitched. Her rosy buds looked too inviting, yet I knew I had to take my time, much to my throbbing dick’s disapproval.
“You feel good, Cal—”
Fuck… “Open your legs further apart. I want to taste you.” What? How the heck did that come about? I was planning to play with her clit, but my mouth seemed to have a mind of its own.
Desire pooled in those crystal eyes and I yearned to see the heat sear into her eyes, burning for me.
My trail of thoughts was shocking to me, however I wasn’t going to lie, the thought of taking her virginity kept my blood boiling. The animal in me—the possessive part—rejoiced at the thought of being her first man. She was pure, untouched and delectable. What more could I ask? I was sure, from here on out, each time I thought of Stella, I would always be transported to the time I took her purity.
Stella splayed into this position was pushing my limits. Her hymen—the tiny skin—was evident from my view.
Moving onto the bed, I situated myself on my knees in between her thighs. Her heady, musky scent made my senses sing. The sight of her pink, untried slit was epic beauty for my eyes.
“My God!” Stella yelped as my tongue took a long swipe against her sweet cunt.
It all went a little crazy from there.
Her moans took me to the edge of my resistance as I devoured her juicy pussy. Stella writhing, lifting her hips, offering it more as I sucked on her essence, was the hottest thing to witness. I didn’t know what was more of a torture, Stella’s moans or her body’s reaction to my ministrations.
I knew I had to do something to relieve myself, so I had to pull my cock out of my swim shorts and stroke it slowly. A few minutes later, my hips started to grind on their own accord, humping the sheets of the bed as I paid homage to her sweetness.
“Callum!” she panted out, eyes closed. “Shit! I’m coming.”
She did just that… exploding into my mouth.
I was a blue ball of racketing pain as I eyed her slit. I hated myself for giving in, but I had to ask her… or I wasn’t going to be able to sleep tonight. A quick stroke in the bathroom wasn’t going to do the trick; I knew that much.
“Would it be okay if I penetrate you with the head? I’m not going all in. I’ll stop before I break the barrier.”
Eyes still closed, she whispered her response, “Anything you want from me, Cal. Take it.”
This woman was divine.
I didn’t need to be told twice, I was going in.
“Hell. Christ, Stella,” I groaned out while I watched as the head of my shaft pressed against her small entrance, forcing its way in.
I felt her tight muscles give in, springing open as I slid into her, ever so gently.
Stella immediately tensed, but didn’t say a thing, so I kept pushing in until I felt her barrier. My head expanded, throbbing inside her.
Her wetness and tightness got my hips rolling, surging for more—for my own relief. Pulling the head back out, I watched again as it pried her aching entrance.
A few more times like that and Stella was already begging me to get it over with. As much as I wanted to get it over with, I knew tonight wasn’t the time.
Stella writhed as she watched our semi-joining sexes and went simply livid. “Take me, Cal. Just fucking take me!” she demanded, lost in the paradise of euphoric sensations as I upped my speed. Before I knew it, I was readying to come.
A torn pained sound came out of me as I fucked her harder. I was panting hard as I pulled out my cock, stroked it and came all over her pussy, covering it with my white essence.
Fuck, I barely made it out. Fuck!
I collapsed on her side, a small smile forming on my lips.
“That was amazing!” Stella murmured sleepily.
Stella had no idea just how amazing it could get… we had only bar
ely started.
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The next day, I watched as Stella strolled towards the gardens, deep in thought. My family’s persistent questioning might be a big part to her sudden somber quietness. My grandmother, and most especially my mother, certainly hadn’t held back tonight.
To an extent, this was my fault because I had asked for a favor. All I had to do now was to figure out a way to put that stunning smile back on her face. The blatant way I had admitted that I found Stella beautiful brought something out of me, like a sense of protectiveness to the calm, always composed, beguiling beauty.
Stella might not be the prettiest woman I knew, but there was something about her that put me at ease. Her presence alone soothed me. The only reasons this would be, that I could think of, were that she was Richard’s sister, her sunny presence was infectious and lastly, I was extremely comfortable and at ease with her. Not once did I feel like I had to pretend to be someone I was not. I liked that a lot.
In some ways, her presence never failed to make me feel… happy, perhaps?
After all, her family treated me with love and kindness. For that, I would always be grateful and I would do anything to protect the only thing that was left of them here.
After last night’s taste of what was yet to come, I couldn’t look at Stella the way I used to. I was looking forward to how she was going to be when I fully broke her in; tested, oiled and gunned to the hilt.
No matter what happened after tomorrow night, I would always treat Stella with kindness and respect.
Chapter 95
Callum
After ten minutes of waiting for Stella to emerge from the garden, I got impatient and went outside, following the route she walked through.
It was dark, but there were solar lighting surrounding the area. I saw the back of her figure, staring out at the lake with the moon high above her. I could’ve stayed put and left her alone in peace, yet I couldn’t.
After last night, something had shifted in me and things had become… different.
As I approached to her, Stella looked back and gave me a small smile. Once I reached her, my arms encircled around her stomach as I slowly pushed her back against my body. “Feel like having some company?” I murmured against her ear.
Stella tilted her head to the side, smiling. “I like your company very much, Callum.”
“Everything okay?” I asked, now worried that she might be having second thoughts.
Stella gave a small sigh. “Work. It’s stressful sometimes.”
Very much relieved by her answer, I whispered against her ear, “Press your back against my body.” She did. “Relax.” She let out another sigh when my hand massaged the back of her neck where her head and neck connected. I started it slow, but with deep pressure, just enough to release good blood circulation. “Now breathe.”
Stella was now limp in my arms as she gave out small, pleasurable moans. “What’s in your thoughts now?”
“You.”
You… The way she said it turned me on, badly. After last night, each time I glanced at her, my cock twitched. Even when she was discussing news during dinner, my cock twitched underneath the table because all I could think about was her, like this.
She was hypnotizing me and I couldn’t, for the life of me, hold back some of the pent up frustration. I wanted a taste of what was to come tomorrow night.
Since her eyes were shut, I weaved into her thoughts. “Listen to my voice. Hear the deep note. The heavy timbre.” My hand rested against her belly, slowly tracing it in circles as my nose breathed the scent of her neck in. “Learn my sound.” Foreplay was vital in sex and I wanted her panting for me.
Begging for me.
Stella’s breathing became ragged, as did mine, but I continued on, “This way, we understand each other’s needs by listening.” Her lips were now parted when my hand trailed over her breasts, my thumb grazing the valley before it vanished inside, cupping one breast.
“Feel my touch.” I kneaded it before my thumb and finger found her rosebud and made a small tug at it. Stella yelped at the slight pressure. “Know its warmth. Its presence on your skin.” I nibbled on her lobe as I pressed my hardened dick against her bottom. “Through touching, we are aware of each other’s desires.”
My other free hand roamed past her stomach, towards her parted legs. “The most important one to commit into your memory is my smell.” I shifted my shoulder a little so her face buried into my neck, eyes still closed and lips slightly parted as she listened to my voice. “There’s no man out there that will exactly smell like me. Nor will I ever forget yours,” I rasped out. I almost lost my bearings when I found that she didn’t have any knickers on. “I’ve ingrained it in my memory. My body knows you.” My dick definitely acknowledged her presence. “It’s all base instincts, to alert one of its mate.
“There is nothing more powerful than the beauty of your mind. Once I have been programmed into your memory, you will always remember my touch, my voice and my smell.” I rubbed her clit, making her delirious with need. “There is nothing more erotic than a woman who knows its mate by these animal instincts alone. I’m imbedded, consciously and subconsciously.” And I was one animal ready to pounce on her. Her wetness, the musky scent that I had laved last night made me want to taste a drop of her nectar this very instant, but Stella was making it difficult for me to think because her hand reached inside my trousers and started to stroke me, hard.
“You’ll feel and see me in your dreams.” I was now burning with fierce desire as she pushed my pants down.
We were busy touching each other as I pulled us towards the nearest tree and took her dress off. Her breasts were high, aroused and begged for a kiss.
I trailed kisses, but my cock kept nudging and sliding around her entrance.
“Callum, fucking Hell, just take me, please,” she whimpered, pulling and raking my hair as she ground her hips on my length.
“I’m not going to take you until you learn this skill. I need your absolute surrender. Only then will I take you. I want this experience to be entrenched in your memory because I won’t let you ever forget it… nor will I let you forget me.”
“I promise… please.”
I wanted to… fuck, but we were around the damn lake. Not to mention it was her first time… My thoughts left me when I felt her guide my cock into her pussy and press down, hard.
My cock expanded as I stilled, looking down on her yelping face from the pain. I felt the wall of her purity and I felt it break open—it felt like it was peeling my cock due to its tightness—and it still felt like it now even without it. She was wet, though her walls weren’t used to a man, and she was squeezing me until I was out of breath. My God, it was too beautiful to even describe.
I understood now… why men chased virgins back in the day.
I was so caught up with the feeling of her pussy that when Stella finally opened her eyes, those gray orbs held me in place.
“Fuck me,” she demanded.
My eyes never left hers as I did what she asked of me. I watched her come apart in my arms.
I knew after tonight, I had just found something new—like a newfound drug—that could easily put me in harm’s way. Also, like new drugs, one would always keep coming back to it, telling himself that this would be the last time.
That was me.
One night wasn’t enough, so I had to take her again the day after… and then the next.
Before I knew it, the entire week had passed us by and now I had to think where to go from here.
Chapter 96
Callum
“Let’s make this as an arrangement.” I nipped around her nipple, readying for round two.
Okay, I wasn’t planning on this kind of proposal, however the words left my lips anyway, and now that I thought about it, since we were both enjoying each other a lot, why not make the most of it? As long as we kept it plain and simple—and strictly about physical satisfaction—then I didn’t see a problem with it.
The one I always had, the very same one. “I can only do six weeks when I date women, Stella. If I go over that time frame, women tend to fall in love with me and I simply can’t have that.”
No. Love definitely was not part of any deal. Zara had taken all the love away from me. She wrecked me. Gutted my heart, stomped on it and made it bleed until it was all dried out. I was never going to get over her… nor was I ever going to get past what she’d done to me.
In some twisted way, I was still hers because I wasn’t able to move on away from her memory. Each time I wanted to try and get past it, her betrayal would resurface.
Stella’s soft hand brushed against my cheek, bringing me to the present. “That must be difficult,” she observed, not responding to my imperative question.
Six weeks with Stella… she definitely would come out experienced because I could teach and show her a lot of things, if she’d let me. “Yes… but what do you think?” I pressed on, growing hard inside her again as I slowly rolled my hips in and out of her.
My dick was insatiable when it came to her. She milked me too well. A man was bound to be addicted to the tightest, wettest pussy he’d ever had, right? She was all I could think about. Her with me buried ten inches inside her.
My excitement turned into worry when I saw hesitation in her eyes.
“Cal—should I feel flattered that you even want me for six weeks?” She’d given me a grin, an uneasy one. “Let’s stick to the plan, okay? We leave everything here and we’ll go back to how we were before this happened.”
I knew the plan well, I truly did, yet this was something to be explored… well, for me anyway. I suppose she didn’t feel the same. Maybe she was ready to explore her sexuality with someone else. Well, whatever it was, I wasn’t pleased at all. In fact, I was bothered.