Chapter 26 Possessed By Lust
Calhoun's POV
Kristen reluctantly lets me strip her naked.
And right now, I am too dumbfounded to even think straight, because her bare body looks so breathtaking that it nearly sends me to my feet.
"I don't have a good feeling about this, Calhoun," her voice is small and strained. For a moment I pause to wonder if I am being a dick who selfishly wants to touch her, after all she went through yesterday.
"Just relax, Kristen. I won't hurt you."
Something about the way her innocent and uncertain gaze rests on me, ignits lust deep within me. Makes my hands itch to touch her.
I can tell that she's embarrassed right now, standing naked before me like this. The flush on her cheeks proves it all. My hand reaches for her headband and I slip it off, letting her generous blonde hair drop and pour out to her shoulders. Fuck.
My dick is already throbbing in my briefs, making my body ache so badly at the sight of my mate. I've never been driven to nuts by the sight of a woman's body like this. This isn't the first or second time I am seeing her. Kristen is no doubt a head-turner. Her bare bountiful milky-white tits are heaving back and forth, giving out that she's breathing really hard from having me openly admire those lucius flesh of hers like this.
There's a small pubic hair covering her private area, and I can't wait to bury my face in there.
I want to make her know what it feels like to be touched by a powerful man. Not just the usual sex. She needs to get her mind off the way she was sexually harassed last night. I want her to remember my touches and my face when those disturbing images try to cloud her mind.
Nearing Kristen's side, I wrap my hand around her throat.
"I meant what I said about worshiping your body, Kristen," and with this, I capture her mouth with a swift kiss.
She kisses me for some time before pulling away. Guilt is clearly written on her face.
"Don't think about your mother," I whisper, already aware that she's at it.
I don't even give her a chance to whine as I attack her mouth once more and slide my finger down to her clit, before stroking it.
A moan escapes from her mouth, and it makes satisfaction run through me because she was pleasured by that little action from
me.
"Already so wet for me," I smirk, enjoying how quickly she squirts from my touches.
I kiss her long and deep, enjoying the salty taste of her mouth that has the small scent of strawberry wine.
My mouth never leaves her as I raise her and settle her on top of the table closest to us. The way I touch this girl without contemplating it is a sign that I'm doing the right thing by choosing her over her mother.
Kristen angles her head backward and gives me access to kiss her throat. I do this for a few seconds before lowering my head down to capture and suckle one of those mesmerizing rosy nipples of hers.
She sighs in satisfaction when I give it a gentle bite and glide my tongue around the mammary gland.
The way she's moaning and pushing her fingers through my hair is enough to give me blue balls. I am so hard right now that it hurts.
Pulling away from her tits, I kiss her long and deep.
"You're so fucking hot," Jesus! My voice is raspier than normal.
Kristen draws her head backward and guides my head to give her left bust the same treatment that I did to the right.
Like an obedient servant, I oblige. My mouth sucks her left nipple harder than that first.
The sound of her breathy moans is like music to my ears, and it's giving out that she's aching to be touched by me.
Pain in my lower abdomen is enough to make me take her roughly. I have grown so full and swollen that my dick is bulging out
of my trousers. I'm still fully clothed while Kristen is naked. And it feels like if I don't take her like this, I'll not live to see tomorrow.
But I can't.
Her memory of last night has to be stained.
She needs to be handled with proper care.
After pulling away from her, I go down on my knees and part her legs wide enough for my face to fit in.
Kristen trembles with raised eyes as if she was whipped in the back.
It's clear she's afraid because I didn't let her know before I did it. Maybe she hasn't been treated like this before, I can't tell. But I want her to enjoy making love with me. It's one of the reasons I am trying to be careful here, so she'll have her mind eased from the burdens.
"Calhoun.." she whispers when my finger glides around the top of her clit.
I swallow hard, upon seeing how her eyes are tightly closed in their sockets. She's so different from the drunk Kristen who approached me that night. She seems rather innocent, with her eyelids quivering as if she has never been tongue-fucked before. "You've never had this before?"
"What?" Kristen opens her eyes to stare at me, with fear, excitement, and confusion dancing in them.
"You've never had anyone tongue fuck you?"
"No," her response came out through a quivering moan because I let out my hot breath there, accompanied by my hand stroking her clit.
"Then I'll be your first," my hands move to knead her thighs.
Biting down on her bottom lip, she nods at me. Her body is already trembling as if she's nearing convulsion. I can tell it's from fear and the anticipation of what I'm about to do with her body.
Letting go of her thighs, I let my eyes stare at her through her pussy.
Kristen sucks harshly in her breath and I don't fail to see the redness spreading from her neck to her cheeks.
And what adds a stamp to the fact that she's embarrassed, is when she tries to withdraw her legs.
But my hands are quick enough to stop her, by holding onto her thighs firmly.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of, Kristen. I've seen you twice before. Now let me worship you," my voice is already rough when I tell her this because having her pussy just suddenly open in my face is doing no justice to my brain. I want to lick, suck and eat out of it.
Kristen finally relaxes after seeing the plea in my eyes.
And then I slip my finger into her cunt, before gently thrusting in and out of it.
She's letting out breathy moans while I'm at this and when I tip my head up to see that she's enjoying this kind of pleasure, I add another finger and go at a speed this time.
I bury my face in her dripping wet pussy, just like I've always wanted, and let the salty scent of it back in my nostrils. Kristen flinches when my tongue licks into her cunt.
Chuckling, I pat her thigh. It's quite surprising to know that she's not a virgin, yet no one has ever gone down on her before. When she smells and tastes this sweet.
"Calm down and enjoy the feeling of getting tongue-fucked by your mate," my voice is quiet because I don't want her to be scared of anything.
"It feels too good, Calhoun. For a moment I was afraid it's wrong to have you pleasure me like this," Kristen rasps out innocently.
"I understand but know you're entitled to a satisfying feeling," my mouth finds the top of her cunt and I press a swift kiss on it, before dragging my eyes back to hers.
Kristen nods and angles her head backward. I kiss her there for the second time before stroking her clit.
This little action ignites a fire in her because she jams her fingers through my hair and pulls it so tight that my scalp almost hurts.
But I ignore this and use my mouth and fingers on her because she's new to this. I eat out of her like a beast whilst she lets out an abrupt helpless, shuddered cry.
After breathing and inhaling into her honeypot for the second time, I glide my tongue around her clit and smoothen the surface.
"I must admit that you taste better than I expected, Kristen," this confession comes out rushed because her honeypot is getting sucked, licked, and worked wonders by my mouth and hands.
"You taste so salty and good." I pause to confess this, before I continue with the fingering, licking, and sucking.
"It's coming. I'm gonna bust a nut," Kristen's thighs are shivering as she chokes this out.
I'm not close to stopping, I want her to cum in my mouth so my mouth is going at her fast pace right now, continuing the painful yet satisfying pleasure.
She's trying to hold her breath right now, as she rocks her hips back and forth in my mouth.
It's so sexy and enticing that I want to just fuck her so hard until she begs me, but I need to make her cum before I'll make love to her.
I can sense that she's nearing her climax right now, because her grip on my hair is tighter than before, almost as if she wants to rip it out of my scalp.
"I'm coming..oh my god, Calhoun!" Kristen cries in abandon as she finally releases her orgasm in my mouth.
This makes me stop, and I give her a few seconds to empty all of her cum in my mouth, with my hands sliding up to her shivering moderate legs.
The dark in her eyes from the aftermath of bursting a knot is so damn breathtaking, that I can feel my throat working.
With trembling, perspiring hands, she pulls me up to her and lets me kiss her long and deep in the mouth.
"I'm glad you were able to cum this way," I kiss her again before yanking my clothes off my body, something which leaves me completely naked just like her.
There's no fabric barrier between us anymore.
"Calhoun?" Her voice comes out scathy and throaty.
Wait a minute, she thought it was over?
"I'm not done with you yet," I tell her. And my voice is hard.
This might be caused by the fact that I endured so much pain whilst trying to please her.
I kiss her slowly this time and then part her legs so I can fill myself into her.
To connect at last.
Kristen legs out a throaty sound when I'm inside of her.
We've never made love before, it's always sex but tonight I am going really slow because I want her to feel special.
My mouth never leaves hers, and what sets my soul on fire is when she gets a grip on herself and starts moving her hips to rhyme with the movement of my thrusts.
We're making love on top of a table. First was in the backseat of my car, second under the rain on a flattened grass area and now,
it's on a desk.
How odd.
Our eyes are staring deep into each other and when she bites down on my bottom lips, I change my mind about going slow. "Calhoun," she rasps out my name, hooking her legs around my waist, in need of more sweaty skin-to-skin contact.
The connection between Kristen and I cannot be deciphered by words, maybe because we're mates because I've never had my body perfectly fit into a woman, until her.
Thinking about how we're together like this because we're mates, feels too good to be true.
She's mine.
All of her.
And I don't think I'll ever let anything come in between us.
Seconds and minutes run by, still I can't count how long we've been going like this because none of us seem tired of each other.
I can tell she's climaxing when she tightens her legs around me and digs her fingers into my sweaty back, giving me scratches. "Fuuuuck," a groan erupts from my mouth when I quickly switch to the withdrawal method and cum all over her thighs.
Afterwards we stay still, trying to catch our breaths.
The need to be inside of her again is overwhelming, but I can feel my dick getting hard once more.
But I'm afraid of hurting her. She needs to rest.
Pulling her hair away from her face, I kiss her once more and allow her to rest on my body.
She's so weak right now to even move or speak.