Stella may not be the prettiest woman I know, but there was something about her that put me at ease. Her presence alone soothed me. The reasons I could think were: that she was Richard’s sister. Her sunny presence was infectious. Lastly, I was extremely comfortable and at ease with her. Not once did I feel like I had to pretend to be someone I was not, and I liked that a lot.
In some ways, her presence never failed to make me feel...happy, perhaps?
After all, her family treated me with love and kindness. For that, I will always be grateful and I would do anything to protect the only thing that was left of them here.
After last night’s taste of what was yet to come, I couldn’t look at Stella the way I used to. I was looking forward to how she was going to be when I fully broke her in, tested, oiled and gunned to the hilt.
No matter what happens after tomorrow night, I will always treat Stella with kindness and respect.
After ten minutes of waiting for Stella to emerge from the garden, I got impatient, went outside and followed the route she walked through.
It was dark, but there was solar lighting surrounding the area. I saw the back of her figure, staring out the lake with the moon high above her. I should’ve stayed put and left her alone in peace, but I couldn’t.
After last night, something shifted in me and things became…different.
As I approached, Stella looked back and gave me a small . Once I reached her, my arms encircled around her stomach as I slowly pushed her back against my body. “Feel like having some company?” I murmured against her ear.
Stella tilted her head to the side, smiling. “I like your company very much, Callum.”
“Everything okay?” I asked, now worried that she might have second thoughts.
Stella gave a small sigh. “Work. It’s stressful sometimes.”
Very much relieved by her answer, I whispered against her ear. “Press your back against my body.” She did. “Relax.” She let out another sigh when my hand massaged the back of her neck, where her head and neck connected. I started out slow but with deep pressure, just enough to release good blood circulation. “Now breathe.”
Stella was now limp in my arms as she gave out small pleasurable moans. “What’s in your thoughts now?”
You…the way she said it turned me on, badly. After last night, each time I glanced at her, my cock twitched. Even when she was discussing the news during dinner, my cock twitched underneath the table, because all I could think about was her, like this.
She was hypnotizing me and I couldn’t, for the life of me, hold back some of the pent up frustration. I wanted a taste of what was to come tomorrow night.
Since her eyes were shut, I weaved into her thoughts. “Listen to my voice. Hear the deep note. The heavy timbre.” My hand rested against her belly, slowly tracing it in circles, as my nose breathed her neck in. “Learn my sound.” Foreplay was vital in sex and I wanted her panting for me.
Beg for me.
Stella’s breathing became ragged, as did mine, but I continued on. “This way, we understand each other’s needs by listening.” Her lips were now parted when my hand trailed on her breasts, my thumb grazing the valley before it vanished inside, cupping one breast.
“Feel my touch.” I kneaded it, before my thumb and finger found her rosebud and made a small tug at it. Stella yelped at the slight pressure. “Know its warmth. It’s presence on your skin.” I nibbled on her lobe as I pressed my hardened dick against her bottom. “Through touching, we are aware of each other’s desires.”
My other free hand roamed, past her stomach, towards her parted legs. “The most important one to commit into your memory is my smell.” I shifted my shoulder a little so her face buried into my neck, eyes still closed and lips slightly parted as she listened to my voice. “There’s no man out there that will smell exactly like me.”
“Nor will I ever forget yours,” I rasped out. I almost lost my bearings when I found that she didn’t have any knickers on. “I’ve ingrained it in my memory. My body knows you.” My dick definitely acknowledged her presence. “It’s all based on instincts, to alert one of its mate.”
“There is nothing much more powerful than the beauty of your mind. Once I have been programmed into your memory, you will always remember my touch, my voice and my smell.” I rubbed her clit, making her delirious with need. “There is nothing more erotic than a woman who knows its mate by these animal instincts alone. I’m imbedded, consciously and subconsciously.” And I was one animal ready to pounce on her. Her wetness, the musky scent that I laved on last night made me want to taste a drop of her nectar; but Stella was making it difficult for me to think because her hand reached inside my trousers and started to stroke me, hard.
“You’ll feel and see me in your dreams.” I was now burning with fierce desire as she pushed my pants down.
We were busy touching each other as I pulled us towards the nearest tree and took her dress off her body. Her breasts were high, aroused and begging to be kissed.
I trailed kisses, but my cock kept nudging and sliding around her entrance.
“Callum, fucking Hell, just take me, please.” She whimpered, pulling and raking my hair as she grinded her hips on my length.
“I’m not going to take you until you learn this skill. I need your absolute surrender. Only then, I will take you. I want this experience to be entrenched in your memory, because I won’t let you ever forget it…nor will I let you forget me.”
I wanted to…fuck! But we were around the damn lake. Not to mention it was her first time…my thoughts left me when I felt her guide my cock in her pussy and pressed down, hard.
My cocked expanded as I stilled, looking down on her yelping face from the pain. I felt the wall of her purity, and I felt it break open—it felt like it was peeling my cock due to its tightness—and it still felt like it now even without it. She was wet but her walls weren’t used to a man, and she was squeezing me leaving me breathless. And my God, it was too beautiful to even describe.
I understood now…why men chased virgins back in the day.
I was so caught up with the feeling of her pussy that when Stella finally opened her eyes, her gray orbs held me in place.
“Fuck me.” She demanded.
My eyes never left hers as I did what she asked of me. I watched her come apart in my arms.
I knew after tonight, I had just found something new—like a newfound drug—that could easily put me in harm’s way. But like new drugs, one always keeps coming back to it, telling himself that this would be the last time.
That was me.
One night wasn’t enough, so I had to take her again the day after…and then the next.
Before I knew it, the entire week passed us by…and now I had to think where to go from here.
“Let’s make this as an arrangement.” I nipped around her nipple, readying for round two.
Okay, I wasn’t planning on this kind of proposal, however the words left my lips anyway, and now that I thought about it, since we were both enjoying each other a lot, why not make the most of it? As long as we kept it plain and simple—and strictly about physical satisfaction—then I didn’t see a problem with it.
“An arrangement?” Her brow furrowed.
The one I always had, the very same one. “I can only do six weeks when I date women, Stella. If I go over that time frame, women tend to fall in love with me and I simply can’t have that.”
No. Love definitely was not part of any deal. Zara had taken all the love away from me. She wrecked me. Gutted my heart, stomped on it and made it bleed until it was all dried out. I was never going to get over her… nor was I ever going to get past what she’d done to me.
In some twisted way, I was still hers because I wasn’t able to move on away from her memory. Each time I wanted to try and get past it, her betrayal would resurface.
Stella’s soft hand brushed against my cheek, bringing me to the present. “That must be difficult,” she observed, not responding to my imperative question.
Six weeks with Stella… she definitely would come out experienced because I could teach and show her a lot of things, if she’d let me. “Yes… but what do you think?” I pressed on, growing hard inside her again as I slowly rolled my hips in and out of her.
My dick was insatiable when it came to her. She milked me too well. A man was bound to be addicted to the tightest, wettest pussy he’d ever had, right? She was all I could think about. Her with me buried ten inches inside her.
My excitement turned into worry when I saw hesitation in her eyes.
“Cal—should I feel flattered that you even want me for six weeks?” She’d given me a grin, an uneasy one. “Let’s stick to the plan, okay? We leave everything here and we’ll go back to how we were before this happened.”