The Wrath of Cain(50)

When she flips herself over and her ass is hiked up in the air, I slap it hard, causing her to look over her shoulder in surprise. I bend down and kiss the spot I just slapped.

“That’s for walking around the house naked.”

“I’ll walk around naked more often, then, if I’m going to get spanked every time I do it.”

I roll my eyes at her smile.

“You’re beautiful,” I tell her, changing the subject.

Even though I’m about to take her ass, I want her to know I think she’s the most amazing, talented woman I have ever met.

“I love you,” she declares.

The most beautiful words ever. I don’t care if anyone calls me a * for thinking so. When you hear them come out of the mouth of the woman you love with everything you have, those words would be any man’s favorite.

This act is so intense and delicate that I would never dream of doing this with anyone else. Gazing down at her ass, I think back to many dreams I had about her over the years, making love to her in every way possible and then flipping her over and f*cking her so hard that neither of us can move.

I was put on this earth to please her, take care of her in any way I can. This may have originally been my idea, but seeing her juices practically dripping out of her weeping *, I know it’s something she wants, too.

Not wanting to delay the pleasure, I slowly run my finger up her slick center, my dick dying to slip inside of her with no condom. Just a few more days, I tell myself. My hand goes to her hip, holding her in place the moment I touch her puckered hole. She moans loudly and deeply as I begin to coat her with her wetness, loosening her up. She’s so soaked.

Back and forth I go between her ass and her *, hungry to be inside of her in this way and watch her fall apart. My fingers are so wet now that I easily slide in the tip of one. She’s so tight.

I bend down and kiss her between her shoulder blades.

“You all right?”

“More than all right. I’m dying here. I want you in me.”

The vibrations of my silent laughter rumble deep in my chest. Never would I have thought my sweet Calla would turn into a woman of such power and confidence. When it came to sex back then, she was never the aggressor. Once we got into it, she would ride my dick like it was her last day on earth, but she never spoke her mind. Not that I cared. I’ve always loved her for who she is. This new wild side of her I f*cking crave.

My eyes are so heavily lidded that I can hardly see straight. I want in there. I want to hear her scream.

I remove my finger. I have no idea if she’s lubricated enough, so I reach over and grab a condom from the nightstand. Her head lays flat on the pillow. One glimpse of the gleam in her eyes and the smirk on her face is all I need. I rip the packet open and smooth the latex over my cock. I take a deep breath, aligning it with that beautiful little hole.

She winces when the tip pushes in slightly. I hold back just a little until I feel her body relax.

“Let me know if it’s too much, baby. We can stop at any time. I’m more than happy to slip inside your tight *. The choice is yours.”

Her ass squirms and my dick gets harder.

“Take me, Cain. I’m not scared at all. I want this with you. I want everything with you.”

I inhale deeply again, only this time it’s not for fear of hurting her; it’s those words. Fuck, those words mean as much to me as when I hear her say ‘I love you.’

I drive myself in inch by inch. Once I’m fully sheathed, she nearly shoots off the bed. I’ve never felt anything so tight on my dick in my life. I could come right now.

“You all right?” I tenderly ask.

“Yes, but if you don’t move that big dick of yours, I’m going to spank your ass,” she grumbles.

And there she is. My hardcore control freak. The woman who has changed in so many ways. I have no damn clue how I can even move in and out of her when she’s this tight, gripping me like a pair of damn pliers. I’m not going to last more than two minutes.

“You’re so tight, babe. Play with yourself. You feel so good I’m not going to last long at all.”

Her hand glides down. Her breathing matches my own; hard, heavy, and loud. My movements start to pick up.

“Cain!” she cries out.

Her hands move fervently on her *. I hear how wet she is. How close she is. A few more pumps and she screams my name as she comes.

The way she yells out my name is so outrageously engaging to my soul that I come hard. Gripping her hips, I still myself. I never want to come down from this high. Never want to leave this bed. And I never want to go another day without her.

***

We ended up having to eat BLTs instead of the dried up, burnt chicken we neglected. We laughed hard when we looked at it after I brought it into the house.

“You’re walking funny,” I observe, an hour after we’ve gotten cleaned up.

I’m serious. She is. I know she’s sore but too stubborn to admit it.

She also has another one of my shirts on. We’re in our room packing so we can leave early in the morning. I want us to be in New York by nightfall.

I swat her ass.

“Go run a bath and soak for a while. You don’t need all this stuff. Your dad has all your clothes. Go.”

“Join me,” she coaxes.

“I need to make one quick phone call and then I will,” I promise, tossing the last bit of stuff into my bag.