19 CHAPTER 19
She was driving him crazy—throwing him off and making him wonder– was it on purpose or an accidental product of the lust that filled the air? Now, she was on her knees, thighs spread apart, and her hands on either side of his hips. She looked so naughty with those chocolate orbs studying him like a cat with her prey. Her unpainted lips were wrapped around his length sinfully; her mouth sucked him in like quicksand; there's no escape from it. Fortunately, he was a willing victim of the pleasure she was giving him.
Her body was both his Heaven and Hell. Her eyes had the ability to bring down any wall he had built around his heart. Her voice was like the singing of birds in the early morning–Fuck!
He threw his head back and tried to catch his breath even as his train of thought lost its balance and crashed against his own logic. He was close. He wrapped her wet and slippery hair around his fists and bit his lower lip hard--doing his best not to cum just yet--as he watched her devour his dick. "Callie…" he growled and hissed out as the pleasure made his cock throb painfully. "Almost…God damn it…"
She pulled back until only the head was in her mouth and rolled her tongue around that sensitive part of his anatomy. God damn this woman.
The heat in his belly coiled like a snake ready to strike. He grabbed her head with both his hands and pulled her head down his shaft as gently as he could before he released his seed into that hot and heady gate of sin.
It took a couple of spurts before he let her go and even then, more of his milky and thick semen flew to her face and chest. He thought he could never get hard from that again but one look at her cum-drenched face and chest got him wanting more. Will he ever not want her? Will he ever stop wanting her? Will he ever be satisfied by any other woman aside from her?
God damn this woman. She was going to be the death of him, and yet she still sees herself as anything less than beautiful.
His growl was animalistic and uncontrollable when she wiped some cum from her chest and face, made eye contact, and licked the cum from her fingers slowly.
"You taste good, Damien," she commented and licked her lips as if to take more of the after taste of his cock. Her eyes landed on her wet and bruised body.
He saw her cringe when she poked the rolls of her belly. "Awww damn… they're getting bigger."
He grabbed her upper arms and raised her up to her toes, not wanting her to think of anything but the moment. "You're beautiful and you play a very dangerous game, Callie…"
She replied to his hiss with a giggle and a look down at his member. "It's not my fault that you're just…" she moved her face close to his, their lips only a breath away from each other. Her body pressed against his in a way that he could feel every curve and fold of her body. "…so horny for me even when I'm just a gargoyle."
His need was so huge but his mischief and annoyance were bigger. He will make Callie regret teasing him AND insulting herself so much. He lifted her princess-style—his right hand pressed against the side of her breast and his left held her thighs together—and laughed when she squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Ready for some games, Callie?" he asked as he gently put her down the bed, wet body and all.
"What games?" Lie eyed him suspiciously, her brows furrowed. She sat on the bed with her legs crossed Indian–style. "It better not involve some painful kinky shit, Damien. I swear to all the possible gods that exist."
He chuckled at her choice of words and pushed her back gently until she was left with no choice but to support her weight with her elbows and to open her thighs for him. He leaned over her until their faces were almost touching. Their breaths mingled and joined as both of them anticipated the heat that will come.
"The teasing game, Callie," he whispered and nipped at her lower lip, smiling when she refused to back down. He pushed her thighs farther apart and felt a sense of pride when he saw a combination of excitement and challenge in her eyes. She was not going down easily.
Wasn't that an adventure in itself? She was a strong and independent woman after all. She can handle herself even through whatever calamity may come to her and to those who are around her. She was an adventure and she was worth the time of understanding and going through tasks and missions just to know her better and clearer. There was more to Calliope Ford Fitzgerald than just the smart-mouthed, mean-tempered, academic woman.
He kept his eyes on hers as his hand slid up her thighs inch by painful inch until it reached her garden. There was a light fuzz of dark and curly hair there and he couldn't help himself from gently toying it with his thumb.
"Stop it, silly," Lie slapped his hand away from her garden and he only chuckled. "Maybe I should shave it."
He pressed his lips against the tiny and dark hair that carried her most secret scent. "It doesn't matter if you shave it or not, dork. You look beautiful with or without it."
Her face brightened up and it did nothing to help the loud and fast beating of the drums inside him. "You have a great way with words, Damien," she cupped his face and pulled him closer to her face. "That makes any woman you choose, lucky."
He raised a brow at that, taking advantage of their closeness to look deeper into her eyes. "I was just being honest, though." He realized that there were three different shades of brown in her eyes. He had never thought of brown as boring but he never thought of it as entirely enticing either, but looking at those orbs of an abyss, he was tempted to dive in and fall into those pools.
He shouldn't have been surprised when those said pools warmed up as her lips curved sensually. "Yup… great with words indeed." She cut the remaining distance between their lips and let their tongues clash and wrap around each other in a choreography that they had slowly perfected between them. Her warms hands slid from his nape to his back as she fell back to the bed with him on top of her.
His right knee kept her thighs from closing and he could feel her heat there. He nipped and bit her lips, enjoying their taste before he pulled back and smirked at her. "I'll make you cum until you beg me to stop," he promised, "or until you pass out."
"I don't be~g" Lie replied but it ended up in a moan when his middle finger found her clit and gently flicked it. "Fuck!"
"If you say so," he replied and looked down at her garden and parted the gates with his fingers. "Tell me if it hurts." The guilt came in a huge wave when he saw the bruises once again. He slid down until he was facing her garden and kissed each mark gently. Feeling the intoxication from her scent, he smiled when her finger ran through his hair once more and held on.
She gripped his hair gently as she shivered in anticipation. Even without looking at her face, he knew she was waiting and watching him. Her garden was intoxicating and addicting.
He parted her lower lips and was welcomed by the womanhood that only he has touched. It was reddish from all the activities that he had done. Her clit was a little bruised, too. "Does anything hurt down here?" he looked up at her and found her eyes on him. How can those eyes be so innocent yet flirty at the same time? How can she look so cute and innocent when he was on the verge of devouring her again?
"Nothing hurts…" she replied and cupped his face. "Stop worrying."
He couldn't. He had hurt her before and he didn't want to do it again. He pulled her hips towards him, making her yelp and grab the sheets beside her, and kissed her entrance gently. Gods, she smelled so good. Maybe it was the soap. Maybe it was just her scent. He wasn't so sure but he liked it nonetheless.
The catch of her breath was his cue. He wanted to make her beg for more or beg him to stop. His lips teased her entrance with kisses before his tongue joined in on the fun. It flattened on the surface of her garden and slid up slowly to part her gates gently.
He felt her thighs quiver as she raised them over his shoulders. Her fingers ran through his hair and grabbed hold as her back arched up. Her toes curled on his slick back as if trying to get any traction with his skin.
The tip of his tongue went inside her and had a taste of her feminine juice with a slight mix of his own juices from before. He pushed that muscle into her warm cavern and enjoyed how her walls trembled and gripped it tightly.
His hands gripped her thick and chubby thighs tightly as he pushed his face further in her valley of pleasure. His tongue wiggled and prodded until it couldn't push any deeper.
"Damien…" she gasped out and gripped his hair tighter as she spread her thighs wider, letting her heels push against the mattress. It left her overly exposed for him to feast in.
He pulled back and licked his lips as he looked at her. "I told you, Callie… it's a teasing game." He stood up and went to her walk-in closet to look for something that he could use to tie her arms up. It was a game he didn't intend on losing.
