Page 68 of The Accidental Honeymoon

"Calla." My voice is strained with desire and thick with need. "I can’t. I didn’t bring a condom."

She hesitates for a moment, biting her lip, then says, "I’m on birth control. I trust you. I want you."

Fuck, I want her too. Every part of me is screaming to just dive in, to lose myself in her. The trust she’s placing in me makes this even more intense. It’s not just physical; there’s something deeper at play, something that scares me and excites me in equal measure.

"I want you so bad that I don’t know what to do with myself." My forehead rests against hers. "But I still need to ask. Are you sure?"

"Yes," she breathes, her hands sliding down to my hips, trying to pull me closer. "Please, Jay."

That’s the last coherent thought I have for some time. I kiss her neck, her collarbone. I press my boxers-bound cockagainst her belly, grinding slowly, and let out a deep, guttural groan. She’s quick to tug at my waistband. I help her by lifting my hips. She slides them down. I kick them off with one swift motion.

I don’t feel the cold. All I can focus on is Calla. Her warmth, her touch, her scent. She wraps her legs around me. Her heels dig into my lower back, pulling me in. My hard cock presses against her slit. She’s so wet that I can feel her dampness coating me.

I take a moment to look at her. Her eyes are half-closed, her lips slightly parted. She’s absolutely stunning like this, vulnerable yet so incredibly strong. I lean down and kiss her softly, then more passionately, trying to pour all my feelings into that one kiss. “Calla. You’re amazing."

She doesn’t respond with words. Instead, she takes my hand and guides it to her breast. She runs her fingers down my arm, my chest, and finally to my cock. She grips it firmly, guiding me to her entrance. The contact makes me shudder. I have to summon all my willpower not to thrust into her immediately.

"I need you.Now. Fuck me, Jay. Show me how you feel about me."

Her words spur me.Damn right. I’m about to make you forget that there’s anybody in the fucking world except for me.

I position my cock at her entrance, feeling the slick heat of her pussy as I push in, each inch a slow, torturous delight. Her body grips me so tightly, like a velvet vise, hot and wet and everything I have dreamed about since the moment I woke up spooning her in the gazebo. She gasps at the invasion. Her nails dig into my shoulders. I pause, giving her a moment to adjust, savoring the way her musclesflutter around me.

"Oh god, Jay." Her voice trembles. "Your cock is sobig. It feels... it feels amazing. You’re stretching my pussy out."

Her words send a jolt of pride and lust through me. I start to move, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in with a steady rhythm. The friction is exquisite, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through my body. I can feel the pent-up desire, the frustration of wanting her and not being able to have her, all coming to a head.

She meets my thrusts with her hips, creating a perfect, synchronized dance of our bodies. Her breasts bounce with each movement. Her face is a picture of raw, unfiltered ecstasy. I lean down to kiss her, but we're both too breathless, too consumed by the moment to do more than let our lips brush together.

The sounds of our sex fill the air. Her moans. My grunts. The wet, raw slapping of our bodies. It’s primal, almost animalistic. It drives me wild. I’m so close already, but I want this to last. I desperately need to stretch out every second of it.

"Fuck, Calla," I groan, trying to pace myself. "You feel so good. Too good."

She wraps her legs tighter around my waist, pulling me deeper. I can’t help but quicken my pace. The tension in my body builds to an almost unbearable level. I know I won’t be able to hold back much longer.

"We need to slow down." I manage to say this, though every fiber of my being is screaming to just let go. "I don’t want to come yet."

Calla makes a frustrated sound. “What if I want you to finish?”

I peer down at her. “Are you really ready for this to be over? It feels like we just started.”

She bites her lip and shakes her head, her eyes glazedwith lust. We both take a moment to catch our breath. I pull out of her. The sudden coolness is a shock to my overheated skin. She’s left a wet, glistening trail on my cock. The sight of it makes me throb with need.

"I’m going to make you come. But we have to take our time."

“Jay.” She rakes her nails lightly over my pecs. “I’m yours. Take me where you want to go. I’ll follow.”

I kiss her, grateful. I’ve never been with anyone like Calla before. I’ve never had this kind of connection with another human being.

I love the feel of her body against mine, but I know I need to change things up if I want her to come again before I do. I slide down her body, kissing her skin as I go, and position myself between her legs. The scent of her arousal is intoxicating. I take a slow, deliberate lick along her slit, savoring her taste.

“So good,” I mumble. “If I could, I would burn your taste and scent into my brain.”

I don’t hear what she says, because I’m focused on her clit, flicking it with my tongue before sucking it hard. Her hands fly to my hair, tugging and guiding me as her hips start to rock.

Her moans grow louder, more urgent. I can feel her getting closer with each stroke of my tongue. Just when she's on the brink, I pull back and blow gently on her swollen clit. She lets out a frustrated whine that makes me chuckle. I love this power, this control. "Be a patient little wife."

I kiss her inner thighs, nibbling softly, then trail my lips back up her body. Her skin is a mix of cool and hot, flushed with desire. I take one of her nipples into my mouth and bite just hard enough to make her gasp. She squirms beneath me, her hands roaming my back, myarms, anywhere she can reach to pull me back down to her.

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