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“As much as I hate to admit it, it was good we waited.”
Her brows shot up in surprise. “Really?”
I nodded. “Because I got to make love to you.”
Tears welled in her eyes. “Oh, Callum,” she murmured before bringing her lips to mine. She poured her emotions into the kiss until we were both breathing heavy, and my cock was hard inside her again.
She jerked her lips from mine to stare down at where we were joined. “Already?”
A laugh rumbled through my chest. “What can I say? You make me insatiable.”
“But how’s your shoulder?”
It fucking hurt, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell her that. “It’s fine.”
Caterina crossed her arms over her chest, causing her tits to bounce enticingly. “Don’t lie to me,” she countered.
Damn. I’d forgotten how well she knew me. “I’ll take some pain meds later.” Cocking my head at her, I asked, “Speaking of pain meds, how are you feeling?”
“A little sore.”
“Just a little?”
She shifted her hips, causing us both to moan. “I think I can handle another round.”
I had a feeling there would be several rounds tonight.
Chapter Thirty-Three: Caterina
Four Months Later
Like most mornings since Callum and I had consummated our marriage, I woke up to some form of him between my thighs. If there was one thing my husband adored, it was morning sex. Some mornings it was his fingers while others it was his mouth. Within just a few minutes, I’d be wet and achy with need. Before he’d thrust inside me, either his fingers or his tongue had made me come at least once. Then his masterful cock would pound me into another orgasm or two.
This morning his fingers swirled around my clit, causing me to moan. After a few strokes through my lips, his hand disappeared from my pussy. When I mewled in protest, he chuckled against my neck. “Don’t worry, Kitten. I’d never deny you an orgasm.”
“You better not,” I huffed.
Callum’s strong hands came to my waist. Although his shoulder still gave him trouble from time to time, he was finally healed. We’d certainly been very creative with our sexual positions in those first weeks of his recovery. I’d been bent over more pieces of furniture than I could count and ridden him in and out of the bedroom. Thankfully, it wasn’t too long before he was acquainting me with the missionary position and its variations.
After Callum pulled me up and over to straddle him, he said, “Ride my face.” A drowsy, yet incredibly sexy smile curved across his lips. “I want you to come on my tongue.”
Nibbling my lip, I began to shimmy up over his abs and chest. “Fuck you’re so wet,” Callum growled.
When I glanced over my shoulder, a flush entered my cheeks to see the shimmering trail of arousal I’d left on his chest. Callum brushed his knuckles across my jaw. “Don’t be embarrassed, Kitten. I love seeing how much you want me.”
Once my knees were on either side of Callum’s head, I lowered myself onto his face. “Callum!” I shrieked when his tongue stroked my center. As his hands gripped my hips, he began to move me against his mouth.
After flailing around and tipping forward, Callum’s voice hummed against my folds. “Grab the headboard,” he instructed.
My hands reached out to grip the intricately carved wood of the headboard. Once I had a tight grasp, I swiveled my hips, grinding my pussy harder against Callum’s mouth and tongue. “Oh God!” I cried.
Callum’s fingers came between my legs to spread apart my opening. As his tongue swirled inside me, I shrieked with pleasure. “Yes, oh, oh, yes,” I murmured.
He was masterful with his fingers and his cock, but he was so very, very good with his tongue. The flick and jab of it within my slick walls tore a mewl of ecstasy from my lips.
At the crack of his hand against my ass cheek, I squealed as pain and pleasure swirled through me. “Does that feel good, Kitten?” Callum questioned against my clit.
“Mm, so good.”