Cold Day in Hell (37 page)

“We’ll get there.” His finger tickling her opening, he lowered his head and took a puckered bud into his mouth, scraped it with his teeth. She mewled, then inhaled sharply when he gently bit the abraded tip. He soothed the nipple with his tongue. “Patience is rewarded.”

“Patience is highly overrated—and pay back’s a bitch.” She yawned and closed her eyes.

Little tease.
He laughed. “Am I boring you, baby?” She opened her eyes and fluttered her lashes. “As I said, patience is overrated—and exhausting. I may just take a nap.”

“Well then, let’s see what I can do to wake you up.”

He licked the nipple he’d teethed then sucked the skin around her areola, careful to avoid the highly sensitive bud. He moved to the other breast and teethed, sucked and licked it, spreading the pleasure around. He still shackled her hands with his while his free hand moved away from her opening and smoothed up and down her torso.

“Hold on to the headboard.” He moved her hands and waited until she grasped the wrought iron. “Now, leave them there. Don’t let go until I tell you.” Her eyes widened and she nodded.

He used both hands now to stroke her torso from shoulder to breast to stomach and then down her legs, avoiding her pussy. He wanted to sensitize her whole body, adding to the sensations building in her sexual organs. Her body trembled with each sweep of his hands. She teethed her lower lip as she moaned low in her throat. Her eyes, dilated with her increasing excitement, followed each and every movement of his hands.

His arousal flared in response to hers. Her reaction to his touch, her absolute trust in his experience, were the greatest aphrodisiacs in the world. The love glowing beneath the trust made him feel as if he could conquer the world.

He sat back on his heels, giving each of them a break. He wanted both of them to simmer at the breaking point. He cuddled her breasts, cupping one in each hand, but made no move to stimulate her nipples. Her creamy breasts looked so fair against his darker skin. The disparity was exciting. “No other man will ever touch you in this way.”

“No one.” She stared him in the eye. “I was yours from the first moment I leapt into your arms in Cartagena.”

“Damn right you were.”

He released her breasts and pulled a pillow from the head of the bed. Lifting her hips with one hand, he shoved the pillow under her to support her lower back. She watched him curiously but said nothing, her hands still clutching the headboard. He moved farther down the bed and positioned his body so he could kiss the insides of her thighs. She shuddered. “So beautiful, all wide open for me.”

A hand on her lower stomach, holding her in place, he nipped her inner thigh at the juncture with her pubic region. Callie inhaled and her stomach muscles tensed as she attempted to move her hips toward his mouth and close her thighs at the same time. His shoulders held her legs apart so she couldn’t move away from anything he wished to do to her. He nuzzled the small cluster of curls at the top of her mons. He inhaled her scent and his mouth watered. “You smell good, as good as you taste, baby.” Braced on one forearm, he used that hand on her stomach to continue to hold her to the bed. With his other hand, he petted and smoothed the area above her folds as his lips and tongue began a journey of discovery to see what places gave her the most pleasure.

Beginning on one side of her pussy, he licked a path up the outer labia, across the area at the top of her clitoral hood, then down the other side. He reversed the path, but this time increased the pressure above her clitoris. She gasped and let out a whispered “oh fuck.”

“Good?” He repeated the motion, this time twirling his tongue around her clit, adding even more pressure.

“S’good. Nice. Makes me ache.”

Her stomach muscles quivered under his trapping hand. He massaged them with gentle fingers. Her hips moved in a circle under his hand. “No moving until I say.”

“Risto!” She attempted to throw his hand off so she could move into his tongue as it danced teasingly over her folds. He thwarted every wiggle and shift. “Beast! I’m so close

… God, so close.”

“You can take more.” He nuzzled her thigh, his two-day-old beard reddening the tender skin. She attempted to close her thighs around his head. “You like having your thighs touched.” He recalled how she’d reacted in the car in Colombia when he’d touched her thigh.

“Yes. I like you touching me anywhere.” She shimmied her ass against the bed.

“Stop teasing me. I need you inside me, Marine.”

“Not yet.” She swore and he chuckled. “Language, baby.” He licked one inner thigh then the other before he went back to her cleft. This time he added teeth to the labia, tugging on them before resuming his licking path. She groaned, the sound somewhere between pain and pleasure. “Hurt or good?” he asked.

“Good, so good. More … I need…” She arched her head back against the pillow, struggling for breath.

“What do you need? Tell me.” He nibbled her clit, scraping his teeth over the bundle of nerves to heighten the sensation before he moved to tongue her opening. He fucked her with his tongue several times, stopping when she attempted to meet his thrusts.

She lifted her head and glared. “Stop asking me questions—and just do it.” He massaged her tense stomach. “Calm down. I just want to make sure I’m pleasuring, not hurting you. I hurt you in Ungaía.”

“Fuck … is that what this sexual torment is all about? You feel you need to make it up to me for that last time?” He nodded. She released the headboard and her hands went to his head. She stroked his hair with urgent, shaky fingers. “You didn’t … you’ve never hurt me. Now or in Ungaía.”

He stared. “Don’t lie. Dammit, you gasped with pain in Ungaía when I took you against that fucking door. I never want to hear that sound from you again.” She snorted, the little get-a-clue sound making him hornier than he already was, then tugged his hair sharply. “Listen up, Marine. I loved what you did to me in Ungaía. And if you want to take me up against doors, on floors, over the backs of couches or in bed with me tied down seven ways to Sunday—I’m there. Understood?” He examined her face. She was serious. She’d loved the rough sex they’d had in that hell hole. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll add all those sex acts to the list of things to do once Cruz is out of our lives.”

He kissed her stomach above her curls and easily slid a finger into her drenched slit.

Her muscles tightened around the intrusion. “Now, where was I?” He pulled the finger from her and idly stroked around the opening.

“Um, you were sucking and lightly biting my labia and clit. I liked it. I really like the clit suckling, and the tongue or finger in my pussy are good choices also.” Her tone was not quite sarcastic, not quite helpful, but a blend of the two. He nipped her clit and elicited a moan from her. “Watch the sassiness. This is a learning curve for both of us. Hands on the headboard … now.” She obeyed instantly.

He snickered at her mumbled “damn slow learning curve if you ask me.” His woman was a piece of work and he loved it.

Continuing the soothing massage on her stomach, he nuzzled her inner thigh as he separated her labia with his fingers. He licked around her before resuming his kissing and suckling of her pussy lips and clit. He loved the kittenish noises his tasting evoked.

Slipping a finger inside her, he continued to lick and nibble her folds and inner thighs, mixing up the sensations so her excitement would build upon itself. His hand on her stomach was now extremely necessary to keep her hips from moving away from the increased intensity of his ministrations. The sounds coming from Callie were all mewling whimpers, gasps, moans and the occasional “oh fuck.”

When she yelped “goddamn, fuck, shit” several times, he grinned and added another finger to her pussy, scissoring them to stretch her for his cock. A deep throaty groan told him she liked the intrusion and was ready for more—but that was for later. He wanted to give her an oral climax this time. His throbbing cock wanted inside her now, but it could wait. He planned on coming inside her before the evening was over. Timing and preparation were everything.

“Risto!”

Her cry was the result of his adding a third finger into her pussy. He chuckled, his breath on her clit causing her to curse. “Fuck, just fuck. Payback is a bitch, bub.” He couldn’t help it. He laughed, leaning his forehead on her lower stomach. His lips skimming over her dewy curls. “I look forward to your efforts. Now, lie back and enjoy.”

“Promises, promises.” She shrieked and screamed, “Oh my fricking God,” as he added his thumb to her clit and stroked her G-spot with his fingers. He resumed licking her sex as his fingers and thumb incited her first orgasm.

Callie screamed, a high, breathy sound. Her body bucked against his hold and it took all his strength to hold her hips to the mattress. A quick glance at her face provoked a satisfied smile. Her head tossed back and forth on the pillow and her hands fisted the headboard as she rode the strong contractions. She took all he had to give her.

But he knew she could take more. She would take more.

Keeping up a steady finger-fucking, he applied extra pressure to her clit and tongued her lightly. He prolonged Callie’s orgasm for at least a minute.

Petting her tummy in a circular motion, he brought her down with gentle brushes of his lips around her sex, his fingers stilling within her and his thumb soothing her clitoral hood. Her gaze on him was unfocused. Her breathing rough as if she’d just run a very hard race.

“Was that okay, baby?”

“Oh hell yeah.” Her voice was low, husky from her screams and gasping for breath.

She lifted a hand from the headboard and crooked a finger. “Come up here and put that cock inside me. I bet he’s so purple with engorged blood he’s ready to burst.”

“Nun-unh.” He nipped then kissed the top of her mound. She hissed and jerked. He soothed her by massaging her quivering, sweat-sheened stomach. With the fingers still inside her, he massaged the spongy spot on her interior vaginal wall and applied more pressure to her clit by a firm circular motion of his thumb.

“Oh… Risto … no…”

“Oh fuck yeah. One more time and this time, I’ll come into you when you scream my name.”

“No, Risto. I don’t think … sorry … I’m all done.” Letting go of the headboard, she reached for him. “Just come in me. Take what you need.”

“Hands, baby.” She put her hands back on the headboard. “And you will come again, because I’ll make sure of it.” He kissed her belly button then moved his thumb so he could take a loving lick of her clit. He built her up again using his fingers, setting up a rhythm of several fast, deep strokes, then a pause before he curled and massaged the G-spot. His tongue never left her clit, laving the distended bud with a firm caress.

Callie’s breathing grew more and more erratic as she strained for her orgasm. “Risto.

I can’t … it’s there … but…”

“Shh, baby. It’s my job to see you get it. Just let go. You’re thinking too much.” A several second pause in her breathing and her sex clenching his fingers like a vise told him she was ready. He moved the hand from her stomach and took a nipple between his thumb and finger then pulled and twisted the rosy tip as he drew her clit into his mouth and suckled it. The added stimulation on her breasts was all that was needed to tip her over.

“Oh my God. Oh my God. Risto! Please … please…”

He moved quickly up her body. Grabbing her ass, he lifted her lower body and thrust into her in one strong motion of his hips. She screamed as her orgasm took her over. Her muscles fisted his cock, clenching and unclenching as a powerful orgasm raged through her. Her hair billowed around her tossing head as she emitted animalistic grunts with each thrust of his hips.

He held back his climax for as long as he could, wanting her to have all the pleasure she could take. He rode her with a steady, deep motion, his pubic bone grinding her clit with each downward movement. Leaning over, he took her lips, then tongued her mouth, matching the rhythm of his hips. He swallowed her guttural moans and gave her back his hungry growls.

When a particularly strong contraction fisted him extra tightly, he broke from their kiss and bellowed as searing pleasure tore down his spine. The pleasure was so great his toes curled into the mattress as he poured his seed into her depths. Her interior muscles milked him and sent shards of pleasure up and down his body, so much pleasure, more than he’d ever known. Every muscle trembled and his body shook.

Finally, he slowed his hip motion, riding her through several small spasms. Each time her muscles tightened around his cock, he groaned and muttered variations of

“fucking good” and “love you, baby.”

Callie’s hands had left the headboard and stroked his sweaty hips, soothing him, as if to say “there, there.”

By the time he could force himself to slip away from her warm haven, she was half asleep and her body was as limp as overcooked pasta. Her lashes lay like dark brown feathers against her flushed cheeks. Her lips were slightly parted as her breaths slowed to sighs whispered into the pillow.

When he moved to lie next to her, she turned on her side, curled into a ball and snuggled her hips against his torso. He smiled. Sweeping her hair out of the way, he kissed the spot where her neck joined her shoulder. She moaned and shivered and moved her sweet ass over his relaxed cock.

“Sleep, love.” He got up and pulled the sheet and down-filled blanket over her so she wouldn’t get chilled. He padded into the bathroom and cleaned himself up, then took a warm cloth into the bedroom to clean their fluids off her so she could sleep more comfortably. She slept through his ministrations with only a few incoherent mumbles escaping her lips.