Slowly, I feed Calla an inch of me at a time, gripping her hips so tightly I swear she’s going to be wearing the mark of me for days afterward.
Halfway down my length, Calla bucks upwards, her breathing stuttered and uneven.
I peel a hand from her hip, smoothing it down the straight length of her spine instead. “Stay still, Calla. Relax. Let me in.”
Breathing shaky, she does as I ask, relaxing the walls of her pussy to allow me to sink deeper, deeper, deeper, until I’m seated, my balls pressing against the wet bud of her clit.
“Thatta girl,” I praise, creating a second pass of her spine. Only this time I don’t stop at the top, instead raking my fingers through the nape of her neck and gripping the wet strands of her blonde ponytail.
Calla’s back arches even further, a pretty sight I want to commit to memory, as I slide my hips backwards, the cool air kissing my wet cock before I bury myself back into her molten heat.
“You gonna let me fuck you, sweet girl?” I mutter lowly into her ear, relishing in the nod of her head, the swing of her tits and the tightening of her pussy around me. “While you play with your little clit?”
Using her ponytail as leverage, I snap my hips back and forth, finding a mind-numbing pace that has my vision becoming spotty.
I feel Calla’s pussy flutter around my cock, gripping me like a fucking vice, when her fingertips circle her puffy clit. A broken gasp of my name falls from her lips, only heightening my taste for ecstasy, urging me to pick up my pace, rut into her deeper, faster, harder.
“Say you’re mine Calla,” I grit out, pushing my wet hair from my face and laying my cheek against Calla’s shoulder. “Say it.”
“I’m yours.Fuck. God, I’m yours, Blake.”
I move faster, our skin slapping together creating an echothat ricochets across all four walls, losing myself in the feel of my balls tightening up, of Calla clamping down on me, the hot gush of her second orgasm as she comes with a scream.
I’m not far behind her, sinking my teeth into Calla’s shoulder for a second, bathing in the sweet rush of pleasure running through my veins, before I force myself to pull out, stripping my bare cock with my fist, once, twice and painting the peach-like curve of Calla’s arse and her delicate spine with my release.
Sated, my body drooping with sudden exhaustion, I step out to grab us both a towel from the freshly washed stack that are kept in a cubby in the tiled wall, beside the brass set of hooks above the hot tub.
Wrapping one around my waist, I scoop Calla up in another, gathering it around her shoulders to dry her.
She melts into my body, resting her forehead against my collarbone whilst I press a kiss to her temple.
“I could stay like this forever,” I admit.
“Me too.”
Chapter 24
Calla
The next morning, I slip from Blake’s arms, in desperate need of emptying my bladder.
After washing my hands, I pad into his kitchen, filling the kettle up with water to boil before taking a wild guess and opening a cardboard box labelled ‘KITCHEN’ in search of two mugs.
I’m adding the milk to his coffee and my tea, when I feel arms band around my waist, large hands wandering past the hem of the oversized shirt I’m wearing to lay upon the ladder of my ribs.
“You’re up early,” Blake mutters deep in my ear, pressing a kiss to my neck.
I shiver in his hold, grinning wildly as I turn in his grasp. “I could say the same to you.”
“Mhm,” he hums against my cupid’s bow until I part my lips, allowing him to slide his tongue against mine. “I’ve got be. I’ve actually got a game this morning.”
I pull back to stare into his face. “A game?”
“Yeah. A football match. Some of the lads and I get together monthly to play against a local team. Hopefully…” Heflicks his eyes to the side, glancing out of the window. “The weather will be on our side.”
I ignore the pang of disappointment ricocheting through my stomach. I don’t really know what I expected; us to spend the whole day together?
Swallowing back a mouthful of warm tea, I paint a faux grin upon my lips. “Sounds fun. What time do you kick off?”
