Callan laughed, his wife was needy. He could see it in her eyes, how she stared at him like she was unsure, the way her body tensed at every touch of her skin. And she didn't stop trembling when he worked his fingers on her clit.
"Don't do anything. Just relax, I will do everything."
Swiftly, he yanked down her skirt, leaving it on her legs.
He took in her straight legs, noticing how she was pressing her thighs together, jerking in need. She wanted him so badly.
He trailed his fingers on her thighs, his Adam's apple moving as his fingers ran smoothly on her thighs. She bucked her hips, sharp eyes on Callan and every movement he made.
"Orla," he called in a soft voice.
She looked down, meeting his eyes.
"You're perfection in human form. I have never seen a woman so beautiful as you are. I want to worship your body, Orla."
A smile left her lips. This man would be the end of her.
His hand rested on her thighs and he gently moved his finger to feel her pussy. She was dripping wet, ready and soaked. He was glad he still had that effect on her.
Still with her panties on, he slid a finger into her sensitive node, gently rubbing with his gaze fixed on her.
Orla's loud moan punctured the room, almost deafening Callan's ears.
It had been so long since she felt this good. Fuck, she missed this, his hands inside of her.
A finger became two, then three, perfectly filling her up, and stretching her folds in the most dangerous yet perfect way.
"Callan. Good Lord," she shut her eyes, relishing the sensation that ran through her. She wanted this for a long time. She wanted his fingers to last there forever. If they could.
He filled and stretched her walls, sending her senses numb. She moaned, yelled at every contact his fingers made with her pussy. It can never get better than this, it was heaven.
"You love it, don't you?" He went faster.
His fingers remained inside her pussy, making loud contracting sounds that caused him to groan.
"I do. Yes, Callan, that's so fucking perfect." She jiggled her body to the cadence of his fingers.
He sure knew how to please her with those long fingers.
"Please, Callan." She missed him so much that she knew she wasn't going to last for long if Callan continued to tease her that way.
As she bucked her hips, his fingers thrusting in and out of her, she sensed her orgasm building up. But that was too fast, she hadn't even had the main stuff buried inside of her.
"Don't come yet," he alarmed.
"I am trying," she was shuddering, her shoulders slumping. She held onto Callan for support, "I won't last, Callan. Please."
"You have to, I haven't started with you." He went faster with his fingers. They felt so good as he finger-fucked his wife.
He wanted to stop, but it was hard. She was too perfect to let go.
She stared at him with pleading eyes, begging for him to drive her to orgasm but he ignored her. He carefully yanked her panties to the side and kissed her bare cunt.
When the wetness of his lips met with the moistness of her pussy, she lost it. "Please, Callan. I want to come."
"It's so sexy when you beg for it." He raised his head to kiss her lips. "And I will comply with whatever you want but before then, I want to make you enjoy every moment of this,"
He dropped his head and licked up the fluid that smudged her pussy. "Do you like my fingers or my tongue better?" He licked the opening of her pussy with his tongue and looked up at her. "Huh?"
When she didn't respond, he ate her up like an animal.
She grabbed his hair with one hand, the other hand resting on her boobs.
Callan felt her peak approaching, but he didn't quit eating her up. He spread her folds with his tongue, urging her to come.
"Slow girl, you can release the fluid." He looked up at her, her fluid had smeared his left cheek and he looked so funny.
She chuckled. Callan, who was oblivious to the reason she was laughing, asked. "Why?"
She was close to responding when she lost control of herself. Her legs began to uncontrollably twitch, her body trembling so badly.
Callan buried his head inside of her one more time, stimulating her orgasm. He watched as the fluid burst up on his face, hot and milky.
He smiled, licking up every drop of it.
He held her in place until her body had balanced.
"Do you feel good?" He asked, clasping her hand on his, perfectly fitting into each other.
He was crazy about his woman.
"Yes," she muttered, nodding her head.
"Thank you so much, Orla." He pulled her closer and stroked her hair. "Thank you for not leaving my side."
She stayed in his arms, quiet. So many thoughts muddled up in her mind as he shielded her with his large arms.
She had thought she wanted more after she reached her peak, but she didn't know all she needed was this; his arms around her like a cover, protecting her from the depravity that compressed the world. She loved it there.
"Are you fine with this?" She asked, looking up at him.
Callan knew what she meant. He knew she was asking if he was fine with being the only one who did the work and if he was fine that she didn't satisfy him as much as he did her.
He nodded. He didn't care about his satisfaction. All he wanted to do was please her.
Lost in each other's warmth, Orla cleared her throat. She felt so little being naked beside Callan.
"Sophia called me some weeks ago,"
Callan slowly dropped his gaze to her. She offered him a smile, leaning forward to kiss his lips.
"She wants us to go to our house. She said she has a lot to say about the incident that happened to my twin sister."
Callan arched his eyebrows at her. "Have you gone yet?"
She shook her head.
"Why?"
"I can't face them alone. I need you by my side, Callan."
His lips curled into a grateful smile, glad she still placed him in high regard. "Do you want me to come with you?"
"Yes, Callan. You are the only one who can protect me from them. Whatever Sophia has to say won't change things, but I want to go in honor of my late mother and sister and maybe the truth would be let out."
"Do you trust me?" Callan took a finger and caressed the ring he had slid into it on their wedding day.
The diamond ring still glistened with grace. He noticed she never took the ring off her finger throughout the time they were at arm's length and his eyes moistened.
She didn't deserve what he did to her. If there were better words than sorry.
Orla pondered on his questions for minutes. She knew the answer to it, no matter how she flipped the question and tried to change the answer, she still arrived at one big answer to his question.
"I do.”
"I will protect you from them. I will never leave your side, Orla. Stay here too, don't leave anymore. I won't survive without you."
Her lips trembled, unsure of the words to say.
"Just stay here," he wrapped his arm around her neck and she rested her head on his shoulders.
She was back there. Her safe haven.
Author's Note:
Y'all, I am learning. I really am, but I just suck at writing smuts.
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