Page 7 of Hell Hath No Fury
“I hate you,” Callie lets out a sound in protest but does as asked, so I continue kissing my way over her breasts, down her stomach, all the way down to her pussy.
“Shit!Hayden, you don’t—”
I pin her hips to the mattress, looking up at her. “I want to.”
Then I suck her clit into my mouth. Her hips buckle underneath me as I tease the small bud, switching between sucking it and teasing it with my tongue before I add my fingers to the mix.
Between our mutual release, she’s so wet my fingers slide inside her easily, so I add another one. I pump them in and out until she’s moaning softly, her body squirming under my touch.
“P-please…”
“Please, what?” I ask, the corner of my mouth lifting in a half smile.
“Hayden.”
“Please, what?”
“Make me come.”
“My pleasure,” I say, adding another finger as I suck her clit into my mouth. I thrust my fingers faster, and then I graze my teeth over her clit.
Callie lets out a soft moan, her back arching off the mattress, her thighs clamping around my head and holding me hostage as she comes.
I stay with her as she rides the wave, gently bringing her down before slowly making my way up her body. I kiss her softly, sweetly.
“Make love to me, Hayden,” she whispers against my mouth.
“You sure? You’re not too sore?” I ask, turning us so we’re lying side-by-side.
“Never.” Callie shakes her head. “Make love to me, Hayden Watson.”
I slide my hand under her thigh and pull it over my hips, opening her up for me before slowly sliding inside her.
Her nose brushes against mine, and then her lips are on mine. She kisses me softly as we move in unison, and this time—this time, I make love to the only woman I’ve ever loved.
Our bodies are in perfect sync as she meets me thrust for thrust, the pleasure slowly building inside me. Her tongue slides into my mouth, her hands roaming my body.
I place my hand over hers, intertwining our fingers as I speed up, the pressure at the base of my spine building. Her pussy tightens around me, those baby blues turning darker.
“Come with me,” I growl, pushing deeper inside her. Once, twice, my mouth crashes against hers as I slide inside for the third time, and then we’re both coming.
I press my forehead against hers, holding onto her as we just lie together. I’m not sure how long we stay intertwined like that, but as our breathing calms down, I slowly pull out of her but don’t make an attempt to move.
Callie lifts her hand, a small smile playing on her lips as she brushes her hand over my hair. “I love you, Hayden.”
“I love you more, Angel,” I whisper, brushing my lips against the top of her head. Her eyelids flutter a few times as if she’s fighting to stay awake. “You should sleep.”
“Don’t wanna,” she protests even as her eyes close yet again.
“Sleep, I’ve gotcha.”
She murmurs something incomprehensible as I stroke her hair. In a few minutes, her breathing evens out, and she’s fast asleep, but I stay awake and just watch her.
It has become a ritual of mine every time we’re together. It’s like I can’t get enough of her, enough time to spend together, so even though I’m bone tired, I can’t fall asleep, so I watch her instead.
I watch her hair spilling over my chest, the shadow of her eyelashes on her cheekbones, those pink lips slightly parted as she breathes softly.
Gently, so as not to stir her, I open the drawer of the nightstand. Moving a few things, I pull out a box I’ve had for the past two years and flick the lid open. The pink stone shines under the light. It was small and simple, an oval pink tourmaline stone set in a band of white gold, the only thing I could afford at the time.
