Cold Day In Hell

by Monette Michaels

  Tears streamed down Callie’s cheeks. “Those have to be the nicest words anyone has ever said to me.”

  He let go of her hand and placed his arm around her waist and walked her into a huge bedroom with another beautiful view of the lake. But it was the bed which drew a gasp from her. It was a king-size, four-poster made of black iron. The four posts, headboard and footboard had intricate metal work depicting mountains, trees and animals native to North America. It was a dramatic piece of art. The woven bedspread, just like all the woven area rugs in the house, probably belonged in a museum.

  They walked toward the bed. “Like it?” He rubbed her waist.

  She traced the metalwork. “This is exquisite. Who made it?”

  “My maternal grandfather. His metal pieces are in museums. My maternal grandmother wove the bedspread—and all the area rugs. The bedspread reminds me of your coat.”

  “I bought the coat in Canada from a museum shop on a reservation.” She stroked the woven cover; the weave was so fine it felt like satin. “This bedspread is worth a small fortune. I’m almost afraid to sleep under it, what if I get sick…”

  “Callie, my grandmother made the spread for me to sleep under with my wife. It’s not a museum piece here. It’s our bedspread on our marriage bed. It will wash.”

  She nodded. “Um, Big Earl said you never brought women here…” She couldn’t voice her question. She wasn’t sure she really wanted or needed to know the answer.

  “Callie.” He tipped up her chin. “Open those gorgeous eyes and look at me.” She did as he asked and saw love and understanding in his gaze. “I’ve had a lot of women over the years—and they meant nothing to me beyond immediate sexual satisfaction. No other woman has slept in that bed, under that blanket. This house was my refuge. No other woman has ever stepped inside the house other than Old Annie, my cleaning lady. You are the only woman who will ever sleep in that bed with me.”

  She swallowed and opened her mouth to say something. He stopped her words with his mouth. Once he’d kissed her into silence, he continued, “Let’s clear the air about a few other things. You’re fairly inexperienced. Our few times together, I’ve been pretty dominant and at times rough. I can’t change my nature and you’ve not asked me to, but, baby, if I ever do anything…”

  “Shh, Marine.” It was her turn to cut him off; she covered his mouth with her fingers. “It’s my turn to clear some things up.” His eyes crinkled with laughter and his lips curved into a wide, natural smile under her fingertips. He nodded. “Okay, I like you in control sexually.” His nostrils flared at her words, his fingers tightened briefly where he held her chin. “You make me feel wonderful. And, I’m sure you can make me feel a lot better as we explore our sexual needs together. I’m not a prude and am open to learning from your experience.”

  He groaned, his high cheekbones flushed red with his arousal. He moved her fingers from his mouth. “Callie…”

  “Enh, I’m not done.” He nipped her lower lip in a mock punishment and rubbed his cock against her lower body. “I also like that you’re possessive and protective of me in certain situations outside of the bedroom. It might not be a popular feminist viewpoint, but it’s mine. As long as you respect my intelligence and capabilities, I have no issues giving control over to you in dangerous situations. If you go all cave man when I don’t think I need it, I’ll let you know.”

  Laughing, Risto hugged and rocked her within the circle of his arms. “Does that mean I can tie you to our bed some day and give you so many orgasms you’ll beg me to take you?” He waggled his eyebrows.

  Callie moaned. “God, yes. I think I just had a mini-orgasm thinking about it.” She peered up at him. “But no sadistic shit.”

  “God, sweetheart, I’m not a sadist. I’d never mar an inch of you. I like to make my women scream with pleasure and then take my own—again and again. I’ve found bondage heightens the pleasure for some women. I enjoy giving a woman more pleasure than she thinks she can handle.”

  “All that pleasure giving of yours is mine now.”

  “I’m definitely a one-woman man from now on. My maternal grandparents had a happy fifty-year marriage. I heard rumors grandfather was pretty kinky and my grandmother loved it.” He winked.

  “They’re dead?”

  He nodded. “Grandfather went first, massive stroke. Grandmother lived for a few more months and then died. Of grief. She told me she couldn’t live in a world without him, so she literally willed herself to die and joined him in the next life.”

  “That’s the way it would be with me. I know after the last two months, I don’t want to live in a world without you.”

  “I feel the same way, sweetheart.” He brushed a kiss over the top of her head. Patting her on the butt, he moved her toward a set of double doors. “Now, let’s get you in the shower.”

  * * * *

  Risto checked all the windows and doors and made sure the security system was set for its highest alert. If anyone approached the island by air or water, if anything tripped the perimeter security to the house, the system would blare a warning. He had more to protect now than just a house and SSI technology. He had the safety of his woman and unborn child to ensure.

  Entering the bedroom, he heard the steam shower and imagined Callie naked, enjoying the wet heat. No worries about there being enough hot water for the shower sex he wanted, he had put in a state-of-the-art, hot-water-on-demand system. He walked to the bathroom, stripping his clothing as he went. Naked, he opened the glass doors to the huge shower with its multiple heads and jets and steam vents.

  Callie sat on the built-in bench, her towel-wrapped head braced on the tile wall and her long, perfectly curved and deliciously naked body stretched out on the bench. Her eyes were closed and a slight smile curved her lips.

  “What are you staring at? You’ve seen me naked before.” She opened her eyes. They glittered like silver gems under the shower’s indirect lighting. Her gaze covered him quickly, zeroing in on his erection. She licked her lips.

  Yeah, I want those beautiful lush lips on me, baby. He hadn’t let her finish him in Ungaía, he’d been too eager to enter her pussy.

  “I’ve never seen you this rosy pink before.” He nudged her legs to the floor of the shower and sat next to her. He stroked a finger along her neck, down the middle of her chest to her belly button, then into the neatly trimmed triangle of blonde curly hair above her sex. He stopped there, swirling his fingertip through the silky curls. “You were waxed before, but I like this better.” He traced her labia and found them free of hair. She whimpered with each stroke of his finger, her hips arching as if begging for more. “Oh, yeah, I like this a lot.” She’d be so easy to eat out, sensitive, but with the feminine curls pointing the way.

  “Risto,” she encircled his cock with her hand, “do I finally get to suck you?” Gripping him tightly, just the way he liked, she pumped his cock slowly, her thumb sweeping over the tip each time she reached the top.

  He covered her hand with his and pulled it away. “Hell, yeah, I want your mouth on me, Callie. But only if you’re up to it.”

  She immediately dropped to her knees and in between his legs. She took his cock back into her hand and swiped a gentle thumb over the small drop of precum oozing from his slit, then licked the moisture from her thumb. “Yummy.”

  Fighting the urge to thrust into her mouth, he forced himself to lean against the tile wall. He searched her face for any signs of discomfort or illness. “Callie? You sure? You were so tired earlier … we don’t…”

  She tightened her hand around his steel-hard length. “Oh, yes, we do.” She licked at his cockhead daintily like a momma cat licking a kitten. Every third lick or so, she swiped the taste of him from her lips with her tongue and hummed. Her eyes had darkened to slate gray with lust. “I’m fine. This time you come in my mouth. You stopped me in Ungaía.”

  “Yeah, I remember.” He caressed her face as she balanced his balls in one hand and her other held onto his co
ck. “Yeah, take the edge off, baby. I want to last forever when I’m inside you.”

  She sighed. “I want that too. I love the feel of you in my pussy. I’ve dreamt about it. I’ve been so empty, so cold without you.”

  “No more dreaming. You’re with me now and I’ll never let you go again.” He angled his head and nodded toward the hand caressing his dick. “You plan on teasing me forever? Or, are you going to put those sexy lips around my dick and make me cum?”

  Callie looked at him, worry in her expression. “What’s wrong?” He tipped her chin up. “Tell me.”

  “I don’t have much … well, not really any … just one time … um, I want to do it right.” She scrunched her nose. “I’m pretty A-type.”

  He chuckled. “Well, sweetheart, from a guy’s point of view, it’s pretty hard to mess up a blow job. Biting is about the only way I know of. Although there are guys, myself included, who get off on a scrape of teeth when highly aroused. Men just like a pretty girl’s mouth on them—anywhere.”

  Callie pursed her bottom lip while absently fondling his cock. He could almost see the wheels turning in her head. Finally, she leaned over and licked around and over the head of his cock several times, then lifted her head to look up at his face. When he grunted and nodded, she repeated the motion, but this time licked the head and up and down his shaft as if cleaning up a messy ice cream cone. “That’s very good, baby. Just like that.” His hips jerked and he knew in the future he’d get hard watching her eat a cone.

  She stopped and licked her lips. “Salty. I like your taste.”

  “It felt good. Do it again.”

  Callie grinned then licked his cock from root to head several times, pausing to flick her tongue over the tip. The feel of her tongue had him groaning. “So good. Now, suck me.”

  She frowned and he realized her insecurities had risen to the forefront of her mind again.

  “Like this, sweetheart.” He placed a hand over the one holding his cock for her tongue and moved it. “Put your hand here.” He wrapped her fingers around the base. He was thick and her fingers did not touch but her grip was firm and felt so good he almost shot his wad right then and there. He throttled back the urge to cum; he wanted to cum in her mouth.

  “Hold on tight.” She squeezed him and stopped adding pressure at the touch of his finger. “That’s good. You control how deeply I can thrust.” He moved his hand from hers and cupped the back of her towel-covered head. “Now, take me in your mouth.” She placed her lips over his cock head and took him in to the base of the glans and stopped. The hand not fisting him fondled his balls.

  “Fuck, your instincts are good. I love my balls fondled.” She nodded, forcing his cock to move even farther into her warm mouth. He jerked. God, her mouth was so hot. He was so close. The mere thought of her sucking him off had him primed to blow as soon as he entered her sweet mouth. All that was keeping him from thrusting into her was his need to make sure she was comfortable with what they were doing.

  He begged. “Jesus, baby, take more of me, please. I want to be fucking that sweet mouth when I come.”

  Callie moaned in the back of her throat and took another inch or so into her mouth. “That’s the way. Just take me in at your own pace. It feels so good. Your lips and mouth are heaven.” She tightened her grip on his cock and moaned low in her throat as she took in another bit of him. He arched his hips forward, gently thrusting into her hot little mouth. “So fucking good. Loosen up with your mouth, let me do the work.”

  She widened her lips and allowed him to thrust in and out of her mouth. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to keep his thrusts shallow. She wasn’t ready for deep throating him yet. He wanted her to enjoy giving him head, not fear the experience.

  Then she relaxed her grip around his cock to take in another inch. As she caught on to his rhythm, she hollowed her cheeks and took control of his cock, moving up and down on his length. He stroked her face with one hand, while petting her breasts with his other. The pressure to come was there, but he enjoyed the sensations so much he wanted to push his orgasm off as long as he could. He knew it would be worth the wait. When Callie added a slight scraping of teeth to his shaft on her upward motion and lots of tongue on her downward, he swore under his breath as he fought not to go wild and thrust like crazy. “Fuck that feels good. God, you’re a natural.”

  Her response was a long lick to his shaft. Tightening her lips around his cock, she gently squeezed his balls, adding a stroking finger to his perineum. “Fuck!”

  All control was out the door. The teeth had pushed him to the limits, but the finger near his ass took him over. He gripped the back of her head and took back control, thrusting, his hips lifting off the tiled bench. Moving hard, fast, his groans and muttered curse words harmonized with her throaty moans until he shouted his release and poured his seed down her throat. Callie swallowed and licked as he lost all semblance of reality and floated on the sexual haze her mouth had wrought.

  Risto released his grip on her head once his cock was spent. He laid his head weakly against the shower wall. All the pent-up need which had built ever since he’d left her in Panama was now gone. Unable to be apart from her for even a second, he pulled her from the floor and placed her across his lap. He cuddled her. She circled his neck with her arms. Between peppering kisses over her face, he murmured. “I love you … you looked so beautiful … loving me with your mouth. God, I love you. Don’t ever leave me.”

  Finally, he took her mouth, red and swollen from pleasuring him, in a deep and hungry kiss. He tasted his seed mixed with her unique flavor. His cock came back to life with a vengeance, wanting a turn in her snug, hot little pussy.

  After he sampled every bit of her mouth, he pulled away and looked at her. Her cheeks were rosy with arousal and her eyes shone with happiness and her love for him. She traced his mouth with a shaky finger. “Did I do okay?”

  “Baby, if you’d done any better, I’d be lying on the shower floor in a puddle of goo.”

  “But I really didn’t do anything,” she blinked, “just sort of let you take over. Aren’t I supposed to work a little harder? Like twine my tongue around your cock and do patterns and things?”

  Risto chuckled. “You can do those things, later, maybe after I’ve had you a thousand times. I was too turned on to let you tease me. Right now, any time my dick is anywhere near you, it’s gonna want to explode.”

  “I can understand that.” She sighed and rubbed her nose against his throat and sniffed. “I think I had a small orgasm when you came in my mouth.”

  Risto nuzzled the damp hair around her forehead. “God, that is so sexy.” He shifted her to sit next to him, then took one of her hands and placed it on his semi-aroused cock. “I don’t think I’ve ever recovered this fast, at least not since I was a horny sixteen-year-old.”

  Callie snickered and stroked his dick with a finger. “I remember those years. I washed my brothers’ sheets and underwear. Trust me, I know how easily teenage boys climax.” She smoothed her thumb over his blood-swollen glans. “I’m all clean now. I want you to take me in that big beautiful bed. Reclaim what’s yours.”

  “Oh, hell, yeah.” Risto stood with her in his arms. He carried Callie to the computerized controls to the high-tech shower. “Hit the off-button.” After she shut off the shower, he carried her out and set her down. Then, holding her to him with one arm, he reached for a heated towel and carefully dried her from her neck to her toes. He pulled the towel turban from her head and ran his fingers through the tangled tresses. “You have a brush?”

  “In my tote. It’s in the bedroom.”

  “I’ll brush your hair before you go to sleep then.” After I’ve messed it up even more making love to you.

  “I’d like that.” Callie took another heated towel from the rack and began to dry him. She went to her knees and paid particular attention to his cock and balls.

  She was teasing him again. The little minx was playing with C-4 and her touch was the de
tonator. “Callie.” He pulled her up from where she kneeled at eye level with his randy package. “I want to make this erection last.”

  Her sultry smile had to be similar to what sailors had seen on the legendary Sirens’ faces just before they wrecked their ships on hidden shoals. How a sexy woman such as Callie hadn’t had a string of discarded lovers in her past would never cease to amaze him. He was just glad she was his now.

  She turned and walked to the bedroom, throwing him the same sexy glance she’d had in Cartagena, the come-hither look she used in the perfume commercial he liked so much. This time he got to follow through and take his little sex goddess to bed. Hoo-rah.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Risto took in every luscious naked inch of Callie as she led the way to his, now their, bed. She pulled back the woven bed spread. Carefully folding it, she placed the spread at the end of the bed and out of the way. She smoothed a hand over the softly worn surface as if it were a priceless treasure.

  “This is so beautiful.” She turned shining eyes toward him. “Your grandmother was a true artist. You must be so proud.” She stroked the sheets. “You are a naughty boy. Black sheets.”

  Her purred words pulled him from a vision of him holding her as their child suckled her breast, covered by the spread into which his grandmother had woven so much love. “Your naughty boy. You’ll look gorgeous against them. Your creamy skin and blonde hair against all the dark.”

  Hell, he almost made himself come just picturing it. He moved quickly. Picking her up, he swung her over the bed and gently laid her in the middle. “Spread your legs and don’t move.” He positioned her hands by her head. “Leave your hands where I put them. No touching me—or I’ll go too fast. I want to feast this time. I didn’t get the chance before.”

  She watched him through narrowed lashes. Her breasts rose and fell with her rapid breaths. Scared or excited? He needed to know.

  Risto crawled onto the bed and settled between her thighs, spreading them even wider so he had the perfect view of her glistening pussy lips. He sat back on his heels and placed the palm of his hand over her heart and felt it pounding. “Are you frightened?”