Their Virgin Mistress (Masters of Ménage #7)(77)

"I loved it." She turned her face up to his, making it easy for him to capture those lips he was so obsessed with. He gave himself a moment to memorize her. She would change over the years, but he would always see her like this, his sweet love just learning about the power of her own sensuality.



       
         
       
        

Callum knew he needed to enjoy her now because the minute she realized her power, he would be lost. He was already her slave, but at least in their bedroom, he was the Master. When he'd found BDSM, a piece of his soul had clicked into place. Now he knew why. He'd been born to be Tori's Dominant.

He stood, cradling her in his arms.

"You don't have to, but I love how you carry me around." She laid her head against his shoulder, her blue eyes dreamy. "It makes me feel delicate."

"You are compared to me." He didn't even notice her weight, but he definitely noticed her delicate softness in his arms. And his cock was rock hard at the thought of what he was about to do. "Rory, do you want to hold our sweet sub down?"

His younger brother was already tossing himself down on the bed. "I would love to."

They'd discussed how they would do this if they had the chance. Weeks of endless talk had brought them here, and Callum found his hands shook a little. He'd had sex almost every way possible, but it had never really mattered before. He'd never had it with a woman who mattered. He wanted her to enjoy it, to feel worshiped and loved. This was the start of their lives together.

He settled Tori against his youngest brother, her back to his front. Rory cuddled their woman and it was easy to see how she gloried in the affection.

Oliver crawled on the bed and leaned over to kiss her. Their mouths melded in a show of pure desire.

Fuck it all. This could work. This could really work. Hope settled in his heart. Through the tribulations of the past few weeks, he'd tried to stay positive, but in the back of his mind he'd wondered if any future with Tori would really work without Oliver. Now he knew how much Tori needed him, too. Callum would move heaven and earth to keep Oliver by their side-for her.

"You're so beautiful, love." Oliver kissed the tip of her nose, then sat back. His eyes were dark with desire, but his face held tenderness, too. "She's very small. Go easy with her. I hurt her the first time."

Tori tangled her fingers with Oliver's. "I'm fine. I want this."

And she would have it. She was surrounded by them, connected to all of them, so now he could take her. "I want this more than you can imagine. And if you're sore tomorrow, I promise to carry you around and treat you like a princess. But right now, I'm going to worship you my way."

After sheathing himself with a condom, he spread her legs and made a place for himself. Anticipation pounded through him. One day, he wouldn't wear a piece of latex. One day, he would have the right to spill inside her body. He couldn't wait.

Watching her intently, Callum lined up his cock and started to press inside. He concentrated on her and tried not to fixate on the fact that she was so tight, so hot, so perfect. 

Her eyes widened and she let out a sexy little gasp.

"You're such a goddess," Rory whispered in her ear. "I can't wait to be the man inside you. Do you know how long I've waited?"

Oliver squeezed her hand. "Relax and let Cal take over. It won't hurt this time. He's going to be careful."

Callum inched his way in, sweat on his brow. Control was the key. He had to resist the insane urge to plunge inside her again and again, to mark her with his cock. She deserved more and he was determined to give it to her.

"It doesn't hurt, but he's so big. I'm so full." Her free hand drifted up to his waist, stroking toward his backside.

She was going to be more full. He gained another inch, moving in and out in short, controlled motions. He gradually opened her up, letting her get comfortable around him. He was anything but comfortable. In fact, Callum was sure he was going to die of pure pleasure. Her pussy pulsed around him, tempting him to let go.

He worked until he was finally deep inside, their bodies flush. He leaned over and fused his mouth over hers, enjoying that moment when they were finally together, finally connected. This was what he'd waited for.

"I love you." He'd never said it to another woman and now the yellow-brick road to happiness stretched out before them. It might be enough time for him. Maybe. "Are you all right now, love?"

She nodded. "I want to move."

He had to. Callum pulled out and slowly thrust back in. Every second was torture and pleasure and heaven. Another long, slow thrust had her skin flushing a delicate pink. Her nipples peaked as she wound her legs around his waist.