Craving Redemption
Page 56
“Okay. Okay,” I whimpered as I reached down to push at his hands.
“There were a lot of men out there, thinking they might have a chance at this,” he rumbled into my skin, grabbing my wrists in one of his hands and moving them between our chests, causing my skin to break out in goose bumps. “So I’m gonna make sure they know.”
I ran my hands around his chest and dug my fingernails into his back as he sucked hard at my neck, one of my heels involuntarily rubbing down the back of his thigh as I moaned.
“Know what?” I gasped, trying to stay at least a little coherent as my body arched again.
He moved his lips down my chest to the inside of my breast and bit down again, making me screech as he sucked hard at my skin. Once he was done, his eyes rose directly to mine.
“You’re mine. Nobody touches you but me.”
I was nodding my head in agreement, trying to pull him up my body, but he continued to move lower until his head was between my thighs.
“One more,” he told me quietly, and my entire lower body froze.
“Asa…” I squeaked nervously, trying to close my legs even though his wide shoulders were holding me open.
His head snapped up at the fear in my voice and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You think I’d hurt you, Callie?” he asked me, his voice a deep rumble that made my breath catch in my throat.
“N-No,” I stuttered back, my hands fisted in the comforter.
“Then lay back and relax your legs,” he ordered, his jaw tensing when I didn’t immediately comply. “Relax, Callie.”
When I’d finally relaxed enough that he could go back to what he was doing, my heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. I waited for the hard suction I was coming to expect, but I was completely startled when he latched onto the inside of my thigh as he pushed two fingers inside of me.
I came so hard, my body curled into a sitting position, my stomach muscles tightening to an almost painful level.
By the time I came down, he was kneeling between my legs with a condom in his hand.
“Put it on me,” he ordered quietly, his voice still so deep it was almost unrecognizable.
“Okay.” I reached for the condom and tried to roll it on him, but it wasn’t working.
“It’s inside out, Sugar. Turn it around,” he told me patiently, running his fingers through my hair as I grew flustered.
I fumbled with it, turning it back and forth before finally pushing it down his length. As I finally got it into place, I heard what sounded like a deep breath of relief from above me.
“You could have just done it yourself,” I snapped at him, tucking my chin into my chest and lying back like a sacrificial virgin. I was embarrassed and inept, and I hated how stupid he made me feel.
“Look at me, Calliope,” he rasped, positioning himself before pausing to lift my chin so we were eye to eye.
“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous. You know that?” he asked as he slowly but firmly pushed his way inside.
He stopped halfway, grimacing, and I tried to relax as much as I could.
“Fuuuuck,” he groaned, sweat rolling down his chest. “You’re tight as hell, Callie.”
“I’m sorry,” I moaned as I rocked my hips against him. “I’ve only been with two other guys and neither was as big as you.”
He paused and lifted his weight off my chest, wrapping his hand around my jaw.
“Shut the fuck up,” he told me gently.
“I was just—”
“No. I don’t ever want to hear about that shit. I sure as hell don’t want to fuckin’ hear it when I’m balls deep inside you.”
“You’re not ba—”
My words stopped on a sharp inhale as he pulled back and slammed back in, this time bottoming out inside me.
I arched my neck and back, relishing the feeling, but only seconds later he’d wrapped his fist in my hair so he could tip my head back toward him.
“You put the condom on me because I want your hands on me,” he explained slowly between thrusts. “I want you touching me every goddamn second we’re in the same room.”
He let go of my hair and wrapped his hand gently around the side of my neck so his thumb rested beneath my chin. The other hand had moved down my thigh and was holding my knee forward until it was inches from my chest.
“You don’t know how to do something? Then I’ll teach you,” he growled, leaning down to bite my lip. “You got the basics down, but Sugar, when it’s me and you? Only we know what we like together. And there ain’t no way to figure that out unless we’re actually doing it.”
I grasped his hair in one hand, pushing it away from his face, and used my other hand to hold him against me, wrapping it tight around his back as his thrusts became faster and harder. I was groaning and sweating, making noises that he seemed to enjoy, judging by the grip of his hand on the underside of my knee.
“You feel so good,” I smiled up at him, running my nails down his back.
“Yeah, Sugar. You too,” he told me with a grin, leaning down to run his tongue over my bottom lip.
His hand slid from my knee and he leaned up a little so he could push his hand between our straining bodies. Zeroing in on my clit and pinching it with two fingers, he used the momentum of his thrusts to slide his hand up and down. “You’re so fuckin’ perfect,” he groaned, his hips picking up speed. “You love it when I leave my mark on you. Don’t you—?” his words broke off with a low groan as my hand tightened in his hair.
“There were a lot of men out there, thinking they might have a chance at this,” he rumbled into my skin, grabbing my wrists in one of his hands and moving them between our chests, causing my skin to break out in goose bumps. “So I’m gonna make sure they know.”
I ran my hands around his chest and dug my fingernails into his back as he sucked hard at my neck, one of my heels involuntarily rubbing down the back of his thigh as I moaned.
“Know what?” I gasped, trying to stay at least a little coherent as my body arched again.
He moved his lips down my chest to the inside of my breast and bit down again, making me screech as he sucked hard at my skin. Once he was done, his eyes rose directly to mine.
“You’re mine. Nobody touches you but me.”
I was nodding my head in agreement, trying to pull him up my body, but he continued to move lower until his head was between my thighs.
“One more,” he told me quietly, and my entire lower body froze.
“Asa…” I squeaked nervously, trying to close my legs even though his wide shoulders were holding me open.
His head snapped up at the fear in my voice and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You think I’d hurt you, Callie?” he asked me, his voice a deep rumble that made my breath catch in my throat.
“N-No,” I stuttered back, my hands fisted in the comforter.
“Then lay back and relax your legs,” he ordered, his jaw tensing when I didn’t immediately comply. “Relax, Callie.”
When I’d finally relaxed enough that he could go back to what he was doing, my heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. I waited for the hard suction I was coming to expect, but I was completely startled when he latched onto the inside of my thigh as he pushed two fingers inside of me.
I came so hard, my body curled into a sitting position, my stomach muscles tightening to an almost painful level.
By the time I came down, he was kneeling between my legs with a condom in his hand.
“Put it on me,” he ordered quietly, his voice still so deep it was almost unrecognizable.
“Okay.” I reached for the condom and tried to roll it on him, but it wasn’t working.
“It’s inside out, Sugar. Turn it around,” he told me patiently, running his fingers through my hair as I grew flustered.
I fumbled with it, turning it back and forth before finally pushing it down his length. As I finally got it into place, I heard what sounded like a deep breath of relief from above me.
“You could have just done it yourself,” I snapped at him, tucking my chin into my chest and lying back like a sacrificial virgin. I was embarrassed and inept, and I hated how stupid he made me feel.
“Look at me, Calliope,” he rasped, positioning himself before pausing to lift my chin so we were eye to eye.
“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous. You know that?” he asked as he slowly but firmly pushed his way inside.
He stopped halfway, grimacing, and I tried to relax as much as I could.
“Fuuuuck,” he groaned, sweat rolling down his chest. “You’re tight as hell, Callie.”
“I’m sorry,” I moaned as I rocked my hips against him. “I’ve only been with two other guys and neither was as big as you.”
He paused and lifted his weight off my chest, wrapping his hand around my jaw.
“Shut the fuck up,” he told me gently.
“I was just—”
“No. I don’t ever want to hear about that shit. I sure as hell don’t want to fuckin’ hear it when I’m balls deep inside you.”
“You’re not ba—”
My words stopped on a sharp inhale as he pulled back and slammed back in, this time bottoming out inside me.
I arched my neck and back, relishing the feeling, but only seconds later he’d wrapped his fist in my hair so he could tip my head back toward him.
“You put the condom on me because I want your hands on me,” he explained slowly between thrusts. “I want you touching me every goddamn second we’re in the same room.”
He let go of my hair and wrapped his hand gently around the side of my neck so his thumb rested beneath my chin. The other hand had moved down my thigh and was holding my knee forward until it was inches from my chest.
“You don’t know how to do something? Then I’ll teach you,” he growled, leaning down to bite my lip. “You got the basics down, but Sugar, when it’s me and you? Only we know what we like together. And there ain’t no way to figure that out unless we’re actually doing it.”
I grasped his hair in one hand, pushing it away from his face, and used my other hand to hold him against me, wrapping it tight around his back as his thrusts became faster and harder. I was groaning and sweating, making noises that he seemed to enjoy, judging by the grip of his hand on the underside of my knee.
“You feel so good,” I smiled up at him, running my nails down his back.
“Yeah, Sugar. You too,” he told me with a grin, leaning down to run his tongue over my bottom lip.
His hand slid from my knee and he leaned up a little so he could push his hand between our straining bodies. Zeroing in on my clit and pinching it with two fingers, he used the momentum of his thrusts to slide his hand up and down. “You’re so fuckin’ perfect,” he groaned, his hips picking up speed. “You love it when I leave my mark on you. Don’t you—?” his words broke off with a low groan as my hand tightened in his hair.
