The Wrath of Cain(71)

“I’m exhausted, you ready for bed?” Cain asks as soon as I hang up the phone with my mom. During dinner, I devoured my cheeseburger at the kitchen table. Notice I said table. Cain wanted to sit out on the deck. I may love the view, but I’m not ready to see it from there yet. As it was, I stood frozen in the kitchen when Cain told me he was grilling outside. No damn way am I ready to go out there. Maybe never.

He leans down and lifts me up like a child, carrying me all the way to the bedroom, where he lays me down softly on the bed.

“The doctor cleared me for sex.”

A grin tugs the corners of his mouth.

“Really?”

He reaches into the back pocket of his jeans, pulls out his wallet, and sets it on the nightstand. Then he unbuttons his jeans. I watch them, holding my breath when they drop to the floor. His half-hard dick permanently marked with its sign of ownership springs free.

“Yeah,” I hiss, breathing out heavily. I sit up, whip my shirt over my head, and throw it down by his jeans.

“Fucking hell,” he growls, staring at my boobs spilling out of my red bra.

I lie back, spreading my legs wide and walking my fingers down my stomach slowly until they edge across the waistband of my matching panties.

“You like?” I ask playfully.

“Don’t,” he warns, placing one knee on the bed.

He removes my hand and straddles me. He grabs my other hand and entwines them both with his.

We kiss deeply, passionately, and very slowly. My hands start to roam everywhere when he releases them finally. I’ve missed him.

“I want you,” I say after he’s been feasting on my neck for several minutes.

“I want you, too.”

He reaches for his wallet, pulling out a condom. He tears it open and slides it down his cock. It’s a shame to cover up. Just a few weeks until I see the doctor and it will never have to be shielded again.

My bra and panties have long been tossed somewhere. Our bodies are naked and sweaty. Cain dips his finger inside of me as he slowly kisses and licks my neck. When he hits my clit with his thumb, I begin to moan, his name falling from my lips. Teasingly, he makes his way down my body with his tongue, stroking lightly down the center of my breasts and circling around my belly button, stopping just shy of my aching core.

“Cain!” I cry out when his mouth hovers over my clit, his warm breath causing me to damn near come on the spot.

“I got you, baby.”

He nips at my clit, fingers pumping steadily. Then he withdraws his fingers and replaces them with his tongue and mouth.

Oh, God. This man and his tongue. He runs it in slow, delicious circles up and down my entire *. He licks, then sucks, dipping his tongue inside repeatedly. I squirm beneath him until I come hard, screaming his name.

“I’m going to make love to my wife now. Nice and slow,” he says, removing his mouth and replacing it with his dick.

He slides inside of me leisurely. I arch my back, taking him in as deep as I can. He begins to move slowly, in and out. Making love to me sweetly.

“Mrs. Bexley, I’m going to make love to you so attentively that your body will know personally that I am so much in love with you, that every part of me belongs to you.”

He thrusts in and eases his way back out again. His hands move to my ass, tilting me upwards to drive in deeper.

“I love how you smell and taste. I love the way you feel beneath me. On top of me. All around me. I love how naughty you can be. How sweet you can be. I honest to God love you, Calla.”

“I’m so in love with you,” I whimper, holding back the happy tears that want to flow freely.

He drags himself out to the tip and presses back in. My walls clench around him.

“I’m yours, Cain,” I vow, clawing my nails down his back.

My release builds as we kiss tenderly, coming together. No roughness. We gratify each other completely, solidifying that we are each other’s universe.

“That was...” I begin to say.

Cain beats me to it.

“Fucking hot!”

I roam my hands across his solid chest.

“Yes, it was. It was perfect.”

“I have something for you,” he says, reaching into the nightstand drawer and pulling out a black velvet box.

He places it on his chest, right next to my hand.

“Your mom gave this to me. She thought you might like it. It belonged to your grandmother.”

He lifts the lid.

“Oh, my God! It’s beautiful!” I exclaim softly.

“I don’t know much about jewelry. Your mom said it’s two carats.”

He takes it out of the box, lifts my hand to his lips, and then slides the wedding set onto my finger.

My hand starts to shake as I hold it up to the light. The round diamond sparkles, the small diamonds all around it glistening. It’s an exquisite piece.

“Thank you!” I squeal, raining kisses all across his chest. “I will never take it off.”

***

“Well, good morning,” I say, blinking in shock at the group standing outside my front door.

Salvatore, my parents, Manny, and Lola all step inside the apartment. I thought this meeting would be between Salvatore and myself. I presumed wrong.

My mother wastes no time at all grabbing my hand and staring down at the ring on my finger.