keep
her heart intact.
She fell asleep waiting for the phone
to ring.
Callum walked into her room just after
one in the morning. He stood looking down at her and smiled. Did the woman ever
wear anything to bed? Not that he complained, in fact it suited him
very well. He tugged the towel around his waist off.
He was supposed to have been at home
by five already, but there were delays at Heathrow Airport where he had to
change planes. He took a shower the moment he arrived home. Flying such
long flights were uncomfortable, even in first class and he felt refreshed. Now
looking down at her sweet ass bared completely, not tired at all.
He walked to the end of the bed and
kneeled between her legs. He crawled closer and slowly pushed her legs
wide apart. She moaned and turned her head the other way on her
pillow. Callum pushed his hands below her hips and lifted her ass in the
air. He leaned closer to lick a long, slow, sensual path down her sheath to
flick his tongue over her clit. Jenna moaned and pressed back against his
mouth. He speared his tongue past her outer lips and growled when he
found her hot and wet. He pushed his tongue deeper and Jenna
mewled. He pulled back and lapped at her clit with his tongue.
“Wake up, little painter. I want
you to feel what I am going to do to you. I want you to know it is me.”
“Callum?”
His voice penetrated her sleepy haze
and she woke up slowly. She felt his hands below her waist and then she
gasped when his tongue lapped slowly and sensually over her clit. Her ass
was curled up into the air and she came awake fully. She pressed on her
hands to push upright, but he held her down with a hand on her back.
“Oh no, little painter. I want
you … just like this!”
“Callum, stop! What … you can’t
just … ooohhh … ahhh!”
He kept flicking and lapping at her
clit with his tongue. Jenna felt totally exposed to him in this position.
She realized with a start Callum must have switched the lamp on again. What was
it with this man and making love with the light on?
“Tell me, little painter … have you
ever had a man’s tongue deep inside you?”
“Oh lord! Callum … no! Oh
my … oh my … ahhh … hmmm!”
Callum stroked his tongue up and down
her outer lips, slowly pushing past them with each swipe until he penetrated
her channel. Jenna keened low and deep, clutching desperately at the
pillow. His tongue swept slow circles inside her, exploring every inch of
the inner channel. Jenna’s core tightened painfully, her body became an
inferno and as quick as that she was on the verge of exploding.
He pushed deeper, then deeper still,
sucking at her juices and she groaned with pleasure. She jerked when his
hand on her back moved down to slowly rub her clit. He found her G-spot,
which was surprisingly shallow in her channel and lapped at it. Jenna
cried out, he stabbed at it with the sharp edge of his tongue and Jenna keened,
her body jerking against his mouth. He started lapping and did not stop
until she screamed; the climax ripping through her, crippled her with its
intensity. Everything went dark for a moment when she couldn’t breathe,
then stars exploded around her and she cried when Callum did not stop, but
continued his relentless lapping against the bundle of nerves inside her.
His fingers stroking and rubbing her clit. She exploded again and
her scream echoed in the room. He relented and stopped, but only for a
few seconds and then he started again. He continued mercilessly drawing climax
after climax from her body. When she tried to pull away from him, he
growled and followed and only relented when she begged and cried his name.
“Oh God Calluuuumm … please no more!”
“Oh no little painter … you will admit
before the sun rises that you missed me and you are not just the painter on an
assignment!”
“Ca … llum, no! You have … to …
stooopp!”
She mewled when his lips
her heart intact.
She fell asleep waiting for the phone
to ring.
Callum walked into her room just after
one in the morning. He stood looking down at her and smiled. Did the woman ever
wear anything to bed? Not that he complained, in fact it suited him
very well. He tugged the towel around his waist off.
He was supposed to have been at home
by five already, but there were delays at Heathrow Airport where he had to
change planes. He took a shower the moment he arrived home. Flying such
long flights were uncomfortable, even in first class and he felt refreshed. Now
looking down at her sweet ass bared completely, not tired at all.
He walked to the end of the bed and
kneeled between her legs. He crawled closer and slowly pushed her legs
wide apart. She moaned and turned her head the other way on her
pillow. Callum pushed his hands below her hips and lifted her ass in the
air. He leaned closer to lick a long, slow, sensual path down her sheath to
flick his tongue over her clit. Jenna moaned and pressed back against his
mouth. He speared his tongue past her outer lips and growled when he
found her hot and wet. He pushed his tongue deeper and Jenna
mewled. He pulled back and lapped at her clit with his tongue.
“Wake up, little painter. I want
you to feel what I am going to do to you. I want you to know it is me.”
“Callum?”
His voice penetrated her sleepy haze
and she woke up slowly. She felt his hands below her waist and then she
gasped when his tongue lapped slowly and sensually over her clit. Her ass
was curled up into the air and she came awake fully. She pressed on her
hands to push upright, but he held her down with a hand on her back.
“Oh no, little painter. I want
you … just like this!”
“Callum, stop! What … you can’t
just … ooohhh … ahhh!”
He kept flicking and lapping at her
clit with his tongue. Jenna felt totally exposed to him in this position.
She realized with a start Callum must have switched the lamp on again. What was
it with this man and making love with the light on?
“Tell me, little painter … have you
ever had a man’s tongue deep inside you?”
“Oh lord! Callum … no! Oh
my … oh my … ahhh … hmmm!”
Callum stroked his tongue up and down
her outer lips, slowly pushing past them with each swipe until he penetrated
her channel. Jenna keened low and deep, clutching desperately at the
pillow. His tongue swept slow circles inside her, exploring every inch of
the inner channel. Jenna’s core tightened painfully, her body became an
inferno and as quick as that she was on the verge of exploding.
He pushed deeper, then deeper still,
sucking at her juices and she groaned with pleasure. She jerked when his
hand on her back moved down to slowly rub her clit. He found her G-spot,
which was surprisingly shallow in her channel and lapped at it. Jenna
cried out, he stabbed at it with the sharp edge of his tongue and Jenna keened,
her body jerking against his mouth. He started lapping and did not stop
until she screamed; the climax ripping through her, crippled her with its
intensity. Everything went dark for a moment when she couldn’t breathe,
then stars exploded around her and she cried when Callum did not stop, but
continued his relentless lapping against the bundle of nerves inside her.
His fingers stroking and rubbing her clit. She exploded again and
her scream echoed in the room. He relented and stopped, but only for a
few seconds and then he started again. He continued mercilessly drawing climax
after climax from her body. When she tried to pull away from him, he
growled and followed and only relented when she begged and cried his name.
“Oh God Calluuuumm … please no more!”
“Oh no little painter … you will admit
before the sun rises that you missed me and you are not just the painter on an
assignment!”
“Ca … llum, no! You have … to …
stooopp!”
She mewled when his lips
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