Page 67 of The Accidental Honeymoon

Just when I think I can’t hold back any longer, she takes control. She flips us with a surprising strength and straddles me. Her hips grind against mine in a rhythm that makes my head spin. I can feel her heat through the thin fabric of our clothes. It’s going to be nearly impossible to take it slow when she’s all but begging me to fuck her with every movement, every desperate kiss.

She leans down. Her hair creates a curtain around us as she bites my lower lip. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time, Jay.”

The pain mixes with pleasure, sending a jolt straight through me. I grab her hips, holding her steady as I thrust upward, meeting her grind with a force that makes her moan. “I’m going to make sure that patience is rewarded.”

The sound of her groans is almost enough to push meover the edge, but I grit my teeth and hold on, wanting this to last.

With a quick, fluid motion, I roll her over and take control back. I hover above her, taking a moment to drink in the sight of her flushed cheeks and parted lips. My hands move to her shirt, lifting it slowly, teasingly, until her sports bra is exposed. I kiss her breasts through the fabric, feeling her nipples harden against my lips. She arches her back, pressing herself into me.

“Take it easy,” I say.

“I don’t want it easy. I want it hard,” she breathes.

Fuck. Hearing that makes me want her so badly that my hands shake. The anticipation is killing me. Yet I am determined to take my time.

I peel Calla’s leggings off with agonizing slowness. Leaving her in just her bra and panties. The sight of her nearly naked makes my mouth dry. She’s a vision. Every inch of her radiates an irresistible allure. She reaches for me, pulling at my clothes with a frantic urgency. I let her strip them off, piece by piece, until I’m down to my boxer briefs.

The cool mountain air prickles our skin, but the heat between us is enough to keep us warm. I press my body against hers, feeling the softness of her curves, the rapid beating of her heart. Her hands roam over my back, my arms. She pulls me closer, never close enough.

I run my hands slowly down her sides. Her skin is like silk, warm and inviting. I take one of her nipples in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, then gently biting. She gasps and arches her back, pushing her chest closer to me, silently begging for more. I switch to the other breast, giving it the same reverent attention. My hands are never idle as they caress her hips and thighs.

I run my lips down her throat and collarbone, makingher breath stutter. My lips trail down her stomach, each kiss a promise of what’s to come. Her breathing quickens. Her entire body tenses.

I stop at the waistband of her panties. My breath is hot against her skin. I look up to see her eyes closed, her lips parted in a silent plea, then hook my fingers around the fabric and pause, letting the moment stretch, making her wait.

She opens her eyes and looks down at me. "Jay," she whispers, her voice hoarse with need. “Please, baby. I need you to touch me.”

“When you ask so nicely…” I give her a wicked smile and slowly, ever so slowly, pull her panties down, exposing her completely. The sight of her naked and vulnerable sends a surge of lust through me. I keep my movements measured, deliberate. I want to savor every second of this.

I kiss her inner thighs, taking my time, feeling her squirm with each touch. She’s so wet, so ready, but I’m not done teasing her yet. I let my breath wash over her core, close enough to make her think I’m going to dive in. I place several light kisses up and down her wet slit. I want nothing more than to open my mouth and suck her pretty clit. But I hold back, kissing my way back up her body.

"God," she says, almost whimpering, as I reach her lips. “Jay, you’re killing me.”

I kiss her deeply, letting her taste her own arousal on my mouth. Her hands clutch at me, trying to pull me in, but I resist, keeping just enough distance to drive her crazy. "Not yet." I murmur against her lips. "I want this to last."

I touch her pussy, still teasing, still drawing this out. She bites my lower lip. Her kiss trails down to my neck, where she leaves a series of hungry, urgent pecks.

My fingers trace her slit, now dripping wet and radiatingheat. I slide two thick fingers into her hungry pussy, feeling her warmth and tightness envelop me. I finger fuck her hard, relishing the sounds she makes. Each moan, each gasp is a note of desire that makes my cock twitch. Her hips lift to meet my hand with every thrust, her body moving in a desperate, needy rhythm.

I watch her face, the way her eyes flutter closed, the way her mouth forms a perfect O when she lets out a particularly loud moan. It’s almost too much to bear, knowing that I’m the one making her feel this way, that I have this kind of power over her. I find her clit and circle my fingers around it, applying just enough pressure to make her squirm.

She rocks her hips, needing more.

"Greedy girl." I chuckle, giving her what she wants, increasing the speed and intensity of my movements. "You're such a good girl." She arches her back and gasps. "I can't wait to watch you come on my fingers." I groan, getting more aroused by the second. "It turns me on so much to see you unravel like this."

Her breathing becomes ragged, her body tensing as she nears the edge. "Come for me." My voice is a low, commanding growl. "I want to feel you come, little wife."

She comes suddenly, her eyes rolling back in her head, her pussy convulsing under my touch. Her entire body shakes with the force of her orgasm. She cries out, the sound echoing off the mountains around us.

I keep my fingers moving, prolonging her pleasure. I feel her wetness coat my hand as she rides the waves of her orgasm. I take in every detail of her, the way her chest heaves with each breath, the flush that spreads across her cheeks and down her neck, the dazed, blissful expression on her face. It’s a sight that will be forever burned into my memory.

I hope her face is the last thing that flashes through my mind before I fucking die.

I kiss her deeply as she slowly descends from her orgasmic high, her body still trembling with aftershocks. She pulls me closer, her nails lightly scratching my back. I can feel her heartbeat calm. "Make me come again," she whispers into my ear. "Please, Jay. You know just how I like to be touched."

The words send a jolt of electricity straight through me. I move my hand down between her legs, ready to give her what she wants, but she stops me. "Wait." Her eyes lock onto mine with a burning intensity. "I want your cock deep inside my pussy. I want you to come with your cock buried deep inside my pussy."

Her words are like gasoline on a fire. I’m ready to tear off what’s left of my clothes and take her right here, but then a thought cools my fervor.

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