Falling For My Husband (British Billionaires)

by Ann, Pamela

  Any ideas, I was open to try. “Okay… like how?” I wondered out loud, dragging the damn question out until the rogue playboy got his wits about himself.

  His dark eyes twinkled. “I have to see what I have to tackle here.”

  I could do this. This was a piece of cake.

  “Sure.” I stood up out of the water and ambled towards him. I took a deep breath then pulled my bottom swimwear down without looking at him. I then sat, splayed my legs wide open to his prying eyes. “Do take your time to investigate, Callum.” When I finally managed to look at him, he was simply drinking more of his brandy, not even glancing towards me.

  “Richard will haunt me for this,” Callum muttered before gulping the last of his drink, slamming the glass back down on the side.

  Before I knew it, he was in between my legs, staring straight through me, serious as hell. “I have to make sure this is what you want, Stella… your brother—”

  I had to cut him off because the last thing I needed was for this night to be plagued with guilt or to be centered around thoughts of my brother. He needed to know that it was more than okay. “I want this, more than anything. I want it done, Cal. Please.”

  Callum gave me a determined nod and then his thumb touched my parted lips, initiating a slow caress. “Tell me when I’m being too invasive or when it’s painful.”

  “Yes.” My breathing caught, willing my body not to succumb to the fluttering in my stomach.

  When his thumb finally circled my entrance, Callum suddenly took his thumb out. “Christ, Stella, this hole is tiny.” I felt his thumb apply a light pressure to the outer wall of the entrance, seeking passage. “Am I hurting you?”

  Biting my lip, I gave a quick shake of my head. I was nervous, yet out of my mind aroused from the look of wonderment I saw on Callum’s face. Though we were being all technical, I didn’t feel strange at all. Callum touching me intimately felt… right.

  “Stella…” he whispered against my ear. “Stop me when it gets to be too much, I mean it.” His finger deepened; exploring, stroking.

  Like hell I would. Not in this lifetime. I loved it far too much to even think of the possibility.

  “Don’t stop. You feel good.” My hands clutched against him while my legs were on his sides, drawing him into me. “Callum,” I choked out, needing more. When he bit into my ear lobe, I cried out his name as my hands effortlessly pulled his trunks down, freeing his cock. When I was about to reach out and grab it, Callum moved my hand away.

  “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 6

  Callum

  My eyes raved all over her now naked body on the bed, legs partially parted, indicating that she was a tad shy but yet 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 a 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 haven’t moved an inch and take that innocence she’s offering to me.

  That’s the thing about me that I knew so well... I don’t fuck slow. I fuck hard and fast. Slow was for love making, which was not part of my agenda. So if I had to go through this ordeal, I might have to go beyond than what I was normally comfortable with, which was another thing that 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 take 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 our brains out, but I knew I couldn’t because 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 but 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, but 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 those crystal eyes and I yearned to see the heat burn into her eyes—burning for me.

  My trail of thoughts was shocking to me, but 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.

  But 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.” And did she just that...exploded 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 muscle give in, springing it 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-adjoining 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 barely just started.

  ~C~

  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 didn’t hold back tonight.

  To an extent, this was my fault because I had asked for a favor. All I have to do now was to figure out a way to put that stunning smile back on her face. The blatant way I admitted that I found Stella beautiful brought something out of me, like a sense of protectiveness to the calm, always composed beguiling beauty.

  Stella may not be the prettiest woman I know, but there was something about her that put me at ease. Her presence alone soothed me. The reasons I could think were: that she was Richard’s sister. Her sunny presence was infectious. 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, and 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 will 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 happens after tomorrow night, I will always treat Stella with kindness and respect.

  Chapter 7

  Callum

  After ten minutes of waiting for Stella to emerge from the garden, I got impatient, went outside and followed the route she walked through.

  It was dark, but there was solar lighting surrounding the area. I saw the back of her figure, staring out the lake with the moon high above her. I should’ve stayed put and left her alone in peace, but I couldn’t.

  After last night, something shifted in me and things became…different.

  As I approached, Stella looked back and gave me a small . 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 have 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 out 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 the 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 her neck in. “Learn my sound.” Foreplay was vital in sex and I wanted her panting for me.

  Beg 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 on 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. It’s 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 smell exactly 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 based on instincts, to alert one of its mate.”

  “There is nothing much 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 laved on last night made me want to taste a drop of her nectar; 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 body. Her breasts were high, aroused and begging to be kissed.

  I trailed k
isses, 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 grinded her hips on my length.

  “I’m not going to take you until you learn this skill. I need your absolute surrender. Only then, I will 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 in her pussy and pressed down, hard.

  My cocked 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 but her walls weren’t used to a man, and she was squeezing me leaving me breathless. And 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, her 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. But like new drugs, one always keeps 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 passed us by…and now I had to think where to go from here.

  Chapter 8

  Callum

  “Let’s make this as an arrangement.” I nipped around her nipple, readying for round two.