He was punishing her, but the pain wasn't evident in her expression. All Callan could read in her eyes was lust, and something dark like uncertainty.
"Anything to make me feel good." She responded.
"As a repayment of what you did to me, right?"
"Maybe better. I didn't do that well."
Callan smiled slyly. His lips met with hers in a gentle kiss that kindled the fire in her soul.
Everything went still, her mind went numb, all she could see and wanted to see and know then was half naked Callan and her in their world, kissing and doing other nasty things that would make her moan until her legs were quivering and she was taking a trip to a place beyond paradise.
Huskily, Callan said. "Strip, Orla. I want to watch you take this robe off your body." He let go of her, moving a little to the side to have a proper view of her as she stripped the robe off her body. "Take your time, I want to relish this moment."
Orla nodded. Her shaky hands gripped the belt and briskly took it off her body. Although Callan told her to take her time, she couldn't help but to speed up. She wanted him before he changed his mind. Callan was unpredictable and she didn't want to take chances.
"Halt!" He jerked a finger at the ceiling.
Orla heeded, wondering what was going on with him.
A million thoughts jumbled up in her head as Callan approached her with collective steps, her eyes were fixated on his dangling cock. She wished she could take him in again, and better her fellatio skills, but then there would always be a next time if Callan was still nice to her.
He tilted her chin to face him, his hand moving down to her legs. He swiftly found her opening, she didn't have panties on and he smiled. Did she plan it all along?
He plunged two of his fingers into her folds, stretching her. Her pussy was already dripping, she was so wet, so ready for him.
Orla held him tightly when a wave of pleasure shot through her, she moaned wildly, throwing her head to the back.
"You like that, don't you?" He asked and she nodded in response. She had forgotten all that she had in mind to say to him.
In a swift moment, he yanked the robe off her body, leaving her naked in front of him.
She was perfect, seeing her nakedness again almost drove Callan crazy.
He had never seen a woman so perfect, so ready for him, so wet for him.
He cupped one of her perky breasts in his hand. It fitted well, the perfect size for his large hands, and couldn't slip off.
"Orla, you are so beautiful, do you know that?" He bent over, biting her nipples before she moaned a response. "And so perfect for me. I do not deserve you, Orla. But now that you want me, I won't fuck this up."
Sweats trickled around her creased forehead. That was what she wanted to hear.
He grazed his teeth on her nipples, chomping on it like it was food he needed to survive. Orla yelped, her head spinning with uncontrollable euphoria.
This was heaven, a place she had always dreamed to visit. She thought she had to die before she could experience heaven, she had no idea there was heaven on earth and this right here was heaven on earth.
He sucked on one nipple and palmed the other, rubbing the tip with his fingers. It was too much for her to take in. Her body tensed, but as he went, she got used to the effect and relaxed to savour that moment. It didn't always come.
He lifted her up. "Why?" She dangled her legs, weighing almost nothing in his hands.
"We are done here," he kissed her, setting her on the bed. "I want to take you to heaven, Orla."
"Callan," she rasped.
"Don't come unless I tell you to, understand?"
She nodded in understanding and he smiled.
"Good girl."
He kneeled in front of her, parting her legs. He stared deeply at her pink and swollen pussy, calling out to him.
"Let me know if you're hurting."
He looked at her, longer for her to catch caution in his eyes. He wasn't fierce like the last time he was with her and that made her relaxed.
"I will."
Carefully, he guided two fingers into her pussy but she jumped, yelling in pain.
“I will stop if you're hurting, Orla." His voice sounded reassuring, but Orla didn't have plans to end this now.
"I am not hurting, I promise."
It was a fib, she was fucking tight and tears dropped down her cheeks, all evidence that she was hurting. Callan didn't want to stop either, so he had to adjust and go easy until she got used to his fingers stretching her folds.
He tried one finger, circling her fold and giving a profound opening to her clit.
"Fuck, I will…"
"No, I haven't started with you, Orla." He added a finger to make it two, and he thrust in and out of her with slow pokes that drove her insane on the spot.
She moaned wildly into his ears, making Callan grin. Orla felt a spasm building up between her legs but Callan had warned her not to come yet and she didn't want to ruin this moment.
"Please, Callan." Her body pulsated, brain muddling up as he thrust in and out of her wet hole with calculated pokes. His long fingers were doing crazy things to her body, beautiful crazy things that she didn't want to end.
Aware of her readiness to come, Callan quickly replaced his fingers with his tongue. Orla wasn't sure she was still breathing when Callan's wet tongue met her fold.
She whacked the bed, begging for help and urging him not to ever let go. She didn't own many things in the world, but she was ready to wager the little she had for this damn thing Callan was doing with his tongue.
It was flawless, his tongue inside her was perfect. How he stretched her was perfect, how he licked every corner of her clit. Orla couldn't go on anymore, she had to come, she so badly needed to come.
"Callan please, I can't hold this any longer. I want to…"
"One more minute and you can splash your juice all over my face. I promise to take in everything."