Blackout

Chapter 25

Imaia Island

Max

Present

Es un demonio.

My husband was a demon. I had no doubts about it. Every touch, every kiss and caress had been designed to tempt me beyond reason. I couldn’t remember my own name while I held on tight to the pillows and cried again in pleasure, trying to pull away from that mouth that was sucking on my s*x. Sucking. As in drinking me in. His tongue flickered through my folds and his lips closed hotly over my c**t. I screamed and cried, kicking my legs and growing crazy with need. Far from giving me a reprieve from his onslaught Callan pushed my legs over his shoulders, sucking faster on my s*x and gently placing his thumb over my entrance. I arched in shock at the unexpected touch but then he circled my p***y with the tip of the finger. All the nerve’s end seemed to scream in pleasure at the caress and I moaned, pushing my ass up so he could reach deeper inside of me. 

It didn’t matter how much I moved or how hard I tried to get more from him. Callan played me slowly, circling his thumb over and over and sucking on my c**t with gentle taps of his tongue. I started feeling the sweet combustion of the beginning of an orgasm. It was slow and powerful, making my n*****s tighten and my entire body tense. The moment I was close enough to come Callan pushed his mouth back and entered me with his thumb. I moaned, coming on his finger with short shakes of my hips. It felt sinful and right. I loved to feel him inside of me. It was a tight fit of course, but I was so wet that his finger started slipping easily in and out.

With one single feline move Callan pushed his wide shoulders between my legs and kissed my p***y one last time before climbing over my body and reaching my mouth. He kissed me at the same time he moved two fingers inside of me. It felt amazingly hot and soon enough we were kissing faster, his fingers rolling into my channel through wet noises that had me blushing. I was about to come again if he kept touching me like that. He held no qualms when he wanted to make me come. The man was insatiable and unstoppable.

I was starting to feel dizzy and unsteady. With a whimper I held on to his shoulders and pushed him away. Callan licked my lips and kissed my neck while I took deep breaths and tried my best to stabilize the erratic beat of my heart.

Our eyes met for a moment and he frowned instantly.

“Hey, hey…” Callan locked his fingers around my waist and with his other hand grabbed me by the base of my neck. We were face to face but I felt completely consumed by everything that he was. Powerful, strong, muscular and hard. Every single place I touched was tanned skin and muscles. I was panting when I closed my hands on his back, feeling the planes of his trapezius flex at the contact. He kissed the tip of my nose, brushing my hair away from my face and looking me in the eyes, “Are you alright?”

“Callan…” I swallowed, holding tighter to his back, “please, just…just go easy on me.”

This was all new to me and he was rocking my entire world. I could barely breathe as it was. Callan nodded, kissing my cheeks, my lips and my chin. Every single kiss was joined by a caress. A gentle stroke of his fingers across my stomach. His touch around my hips, placing me directly under him, the feeling of his hard chest against my breasts. Slowly he rounded my head with his arms, resting his weight on his elbows while he looked down at me. I could feel the pulse of his c**k against my inner thighs, uncontrolled and heavy but even if I was dying to look down and get a look of it I was too obsessed with the look he was giving me right then. 

When I looked at his eyes I could only see this naked need for me. It was raw and powerful, the kind of need that made me feel in exchange as if I was entirely in control. I had no doubts in my mind that this man, this dauntless, demon man would move worlds to get to me if I ever needed him. He never broke our eye contact, not even for a second. I felt his hands slowly open my knees wider and I gasped, feeling a hot, heavy weight right over the opening of my p***y.

“Stay with me,” he grunted huskily and I nodded. In reward for my obedience he kissed my lips and I sighed against his mouth feeling a little relieved. Then his c**k started pushing in. My knee-jerk reaction was to hold myself tighter to his back, until I was scratching him with my nails with every inch he moved. We were both sweating, hot and flushed. His green-gray eyes never left mine. I whimpered like a cornered animal, hating and loving at the same time the massive sum of sensations that I was feeling. His c**k was like solid rock and too big. I couldn’t see it but I could sense only his tip was inside of me. Then Callan drew his hips back and pushed slowly in, making me smile a bit. Okay, that felt good. He did it again and this time he thrusted deeper, my flesh hardly opening for him. Back, then deeper. Back and in. Slowly.

He stopped suddenly, his eyes turning darker when he inspected my face. Callan caressed my cheek with his thumb and gave me a tender kiss. He was already on his way in but I could sense he had been taking gentler strokes. His entire body was tense and for the first time I realized he was controlling himself, taking me as gently as he could.

“Take a deep breath,” he told me and I did as he was telling me, letting him slowly kiss my lips and…His hips drew back and pushed all the way in. I screamed, scratching him hard and making him feel my pain. The pain, God, the pain! It was sharp and deep, the kind that rendered one frozen. And then Callan was right there for me, whispering words in my ear, kissing me gently while he stayed still, trying not to hurt me any further. We were both trembling by then. Sweating and burning hot, as if we were victims of a high fever. 

A moment passed while he kissed my neck and my chest, our hands finding each other through the turmoil. Our fingers crossed tighty, joining us closer. The movement made me feel the best kind of burn. Curious I moved cautiously, sliding down and feeling his hard c**k pumping me all the way in. Callan seemed to freeze but I smiled at him encouragingly. He pushed back in a backstroke and then thrusted in, the burn now turning into a pleasant hot tingle. 

Damn.

I smiled, drawing my hips back and meeting his thrust half way. Callan’s eyes seemed to light on fire. We moved in perfect synchrony, our hips rolling back and in, like if we were dancing the dirtiest dance in the whole wide world. The next time I clenched my p***y when I pushed against his c**k, swallowing it all the way inside of me, until it felt tight and pulsed out of control. I risked one look at him and sure enough he was staring at me in awe, almost as if he couldn’t believe how good this felt. 

If I ever doubted we would not be compatible in bed I must have been out of my mind. Nothing, and I repeat, nothing felt easier than making love with Callan. I wanted to laugh and yell and cry all at the same time. It felt perfect and sinful and right. His pumps were gloriously heavy, making me feel full and complete. I moaned in pleasure, my toes curling against his legs when the bulky weight of his c**k started drilling in just the right spot. I cried his name, my hands holding on tight to his own hands. If I thought he had been going fast before now Callan really started moving, his hips gaining speed, circling and rolling faster and faster until all I could feel was the delicious pump of his c**k into my p***y. 

“Mas! Dame mas Callan…”I cried in his ear, opening my legs wider so he could take more of me. I wanted all of his c**k, in and deeper, f*****g me as hard as he could until the end of the world. He cursed under his breath and then he was really f*****g me, as if I was going to vanish if he didn’t f**k me good and keep me filled. I whimpered, holding on and closing my eyes, sensing I was about to come. 

“Open your eyes and look at me,” he groaned in my ear and I looked at him, moaning loud while my eyelids turned heavy with pleasure. He nodded, pumping his hips faster and giving me a proud look, “Just like that. Don’t look away.”

“Callan…” I moaned louder, the orgasm about to explode. I was scared and didn’t know how to stop this. My back bowed like a bowstring and I started panting faster. Heat exploded from my very core, spreading from my feet to my p***y and then building stronger and stronger, “Baby I’m going…baby…baby…Callan!”

“Goddamn…”

I moaned louder with every single pump. My own orgasm was like a detonator for his own pleasure. It was as if time slowed down for us that first time and we got to see us in slow motion while we both came together. My erratic breathing was all I could hear while his eyes darkened and he rested his forehead against mine, watching me come with proud eyes. In response my eyes started growing wet…The pleasure was…out of this world. And then was the deep intimacy of feeling his c**k pulse and tighten, his brows lowering when he filled me with his hot c*m. Tears rolled down my cheeks while I felt his c*m inside of me and experienced all the little things that no book in medical school had ever warned me about s*x. Like the fact I could feel his own pleasure inside of me, or the fact I blushed when I realized I couldn’t help but to rock my ass gentler for him, swallowing his c*m inside of my p***y with slow circles of my hips.

Callan kissed me then, his thumb rolling over my cheeks and drying my tears. When we came out of our kiss we looked at each other in silence. There were no words needed. His eyes were staring at me in wonder and need, making my n*****s tighten even if he was still inside of me and we had just made love. I wanted him already again. I wanted all of him, all the time, forever and something told me that even if he was a man of few words Callan had to be feeling the same. I closed my mouth over his lips, extracting a slow kiss from him that was deep and hot, full of licks and twists that left me out of breath.

Our lips popped when we moved back from each other.

“Come, let me wash you,” he said to me, taking me in his arms and moving easily out of bed. I wasn’t entirely sure I was able to walk by myself after that intense episode of love making. In silence Callan washed me in the bathroom, taking special considerations to touch me gently, especially around my tender lower lips. I smiled when that powerful man knelt between my legs and leathered me with soap, cleaning me. When I was ready and he was clean Callan took me in his arms again, carrying me around as if I weighed nothing. He was quiet but his eyes never strayed away from me, not even when he closed the bathroom door and took me back to the bedroom. I tensed when we moved closer to the bed and I saw the blood stain in the covers. I blushed but Callan only kissed me in the nose, speaking in my ear.

“I’m taking those sheets with me,” he said and I rolled my eyes.

“As if you need any more mementos to stroke your ego,” I rebuked, letting him push the covers open for me. Callan tucked me in at the same time he removed the stained bedspread and put them in his military backpack. He moved fast after me, joining me in bed and hugging me to his right side. With a frown I rested my hand on top of his chest, watching him watch me.

“Are you seriously keeping that bedspread?”

“As it is, I can’t even believe I’m married to the woman of my dreams,” he told me in a low voice, the kind he only used with me. Callan smiled, stroking my lips with his thumb and inspecting every single inch of my face, “I’m not letting anyone else other than me see those sheets. I promise.”

“Why do you even want them?” I asked him with a yawn, feeling tired all of the sudden.

“Those sheets are a reality I don’t wish to ever forget,” he explained to me, “They prove that my wife believed enough to wait for me. Woman, you honor and humble me. In my life I’d never been prouder of anything as much as I’m proud of being the man you trusted enough to be your first.”

My eyes started closing even if I wanted to stay awake for a little bit longer.

“Sleep Max,” he whispered in my ear, “I’m here, you can rest now.”

I smiled at that.

I really loved when he said that.

And with that last thought I fell asleep, happily snuggled to Callan’s muscular body.