Chapter 23

Violet

My first date with my husband was more than I could’ve imagined. We laughed, we danced, and we spent time with his family, which made the night feel cozy and comfortable. But it was the little moments that made it unforgettable. The way we flirted, subtle but charged, sending shivers down my spine with just a smile or a lingering touch. The stolen glances across the dance floor, his eyes on me like I was the only one there, made my heart race.

When we danced, his hands settled on my hips, pulling me close. Our bodies moved together, and I felt this undeniable spark that seemed to grow stronger with every step. My skin tingled wherever he touched me, and I found myself leaning into him, wanting to feel more, savoring every second of closeness.

And then there was the kiss—the one that stole my breath and sealed the night. It was slow and gentle, yet so intense that it sent a rush through me I hadn’t felt in a long time. For a moment, it felt like the entire room faded away, and it was just the two of us. That kiss made me realize that this wasn’t just a date. It was the start of something real, something powerful. It made me feel seen, cherished, and like I was exactly where I was meant to be.

As we finally broke apart, our foreheads resting together, he looked into my eyes, and I could see the same spark, the same promise. I knew that whatever had started between us tonight wasn’t going away. It was only just beginning.

And boy was I right.

We’ve just walked through the door and his hands are all over me as his lips collide with mine. My body melts into his, needing to feel him. This kiss is aggressive and full of need, mimicking exactly what I’m feeling. My body is burning for more and tonight I know that’s exactly what’s going to happen.

Callum moves his lips to my neck, kissing a path down my heated skin. I can’t stop the soft moan that slips from my lips as his hands sink into my ass, pulling me even closer to him.

“I can’t fight this anymore, Vi. This need I have for you is overwhelming. My body is burning to feel your naked skin against mine. To know what it feels like to be buried deep inside your pussy and feel your release gripping me. Tell me you want this as much as me,” he groans, pushing his hips against me.

I can feel his hard dick through all the layers between us and I immediately hate the person who invented clothing.

“You’re not alone, Callum. I need you so badly it hurts,” I admit, digging my nails into his shoulders as he gently bites down on my neck.

Without warning, he lifts me and I wrap my legs around his body. No words are spoken as he carries me into my bedroom. We haven’t slept in the same bed, never mind the same room since he’s moved in, yet he walks into my room like it’s ours and it turns me on more, if that’s even possible.

My body slides down his and he takes a small step back. I immediately miss his warmth as my eyes lift to meet his.

“Get those clothes off. I need to see my wife’s sexy body,” he demands, crossing his muscular arms as he stares at me.

I’ve never been overly confident in the bedroom, but something about the way he’s looking at me combined with the electric energy sparking around us makes it feel natural. There’s no embarrassment or shyness as I lift my shirt off and drop it on the ground. I don’t feel uncomfortable as I unbutton my jeans and push them down my legs, kicking them out of the way. The way Callum’s eyes darken as he takes me in only spurs my confidence, making me feel something I’ve never felt before.

I bite my lip as I look at him, feeling daring as I poke my tongue out to wet my lips. “It’s only fair that I get to see how sexy my husband is too. Get your clothes off, cowboy.”

A small grin hits his lips as he lifts an eyebrow. “You're used to being the boss on this ranch, but in the bedroom, I’m the boss. Got that? Now get your bra and panties off and get on the bed. I want to look at you when I take my clothes off.”

His demanding tone is sexy as fuck. I don’t argue, I can’t. My body is on fire and I know he’s the only one who is capable of putting out the flames.

I unclip my bra and let it slide down my arms, falling by my feet. My eyes are locked on his and I watch them get darker as my fingers hook into my panties. I slowly slip them off and step out of them before moving onto the bed.

Letting go of being in charge isn’t as difficult as I thought it might be. Not in this situation anyway. It’s unbelievably hot having Callum be the boss of me.

“Fuck, Violet. You’re even more gorgeous than I imagined. Your sun-kissed skin on that perfect body is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Your hard nipples are begging for me, just as much as your wet pussy is.”

I’ve never been spoken to like this before. I’ve read it in romance novels from the book club, but nothing comparable in real life. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. His deep, low voice does make my nipples hard and my pussy wet. It’s becoming harder to lay here because the need for release is building without him even touching me.

“Look at me,” Callum demands and I realize I have my eyes closed. I open them and push onto my elbows and moan at the sight before me. Callum is completely naked, his muscular body even more impressive than just seeing him without a shirt. His body will forever be in my fantasies. But it’s not just that. It’s watching him slowly pump his shockingly big dick as he stares at me.

“Fuck,” I whisper, licking my lips. I can’t pull my eyes away from the sight before me. “My husband has a huge cock.” The words slip out without my permission and my eyes widen as I lift them to his.

He’s not phased by it at all, in fact, it makes him smile as he steps closer to me. “Your husband’s huge cock is going to make you feel things you’ve never imagined, but first open your sexy mouth because I need to fuck it.”

Fuck my mouth with a dick that will surely gag me? I should be nervous, but it’s the opposite. I crawl to him on my hands and knees and sit on the edge of the bed, as my hands sit on his hips. I look up at him and his intense eyes lock with mine. The sexual tension is swirling between us and I can’t take it anymore.

I lean forward and lick his engorged head, evoking a moan out of him. It turns me on knowing just that simple action got that effect out of him. I’ve never given a blow job to someone with such a big dick before, but it doesn’t deter me. I never back down from a challenge.

I open my mouth and wrap my lips around him, using my tongue to swirl around the tip.

“Fuck, Violet,” he groans, moving his hands to my hair. He uses the leverage to move me up and down his dick, showing me exactly what he likes. I can’t fit all of him into my mouth, so I use my hand to ensure he feels everything. “That’s it, suck your husband’s cock like a good little wife.”

His words do something to me that I can’t explain. They fuel me in a way that I’ve never experienced before and I do what he says. I suck him off, enjoying it almost as much as he is. Every groan, every hiss, every moan just spurs me on more.

I take him as far back as I can over and over, faster and faster, using my hand as well. I’ve never been turned on by giving a blow job, until now. Listening to the sounds Callum is making, feeling the way his fingers tighten in my hair, tasting him in my mouth, it’s all causing my body to burn with desire.

“Fuck, that feels so good. I’m not going to last much longer,” he groans, pulling my hair harder.

I moan against him and he growls in response. It’s all too much and not enough. I know he’s getting close and I love that I’m able to get him there so fast.

I keep up my fast pace and use my other hand to reach under and cup his balls. He groans but when I start moving his balls in my hand a deep growl rips from him.

“Violet, fuck, I’m gonna come. Take it all, drink me down,” he shouts as I taste the first bit of him.

He explodes into my mouth and I take every last drop he gives me. I milk him as he moans and bucks, causing me to grin as he finishes.

“Holy fuck, Violet, that was… wow …fuck…” he says, winded.

I slowly pull off him, letting his heavy dick fall as I lift my eyes to his. I lick my lips as I push up onto my knees, dragging my hard nipples up his body as I move. “Delicious.”

Callum slams his lips to mine, sinking his fingers into my hair in a possessive, demanding way. I moan into his mouth and he echoes with his own. His large, tattooed arms pull me closer as his hands skate down my body to my ass. I wrap my arms around his neck, needing every bit of his solid body against me that I can.

The kiss seems to last for hours, but I know it’s merely minutes before he pulls away and his heated eyes search mine.

“I’ve never wanted someone the way I want you. I need to feel you wrapped around my cock. You ready for that?”

It’s like asking a bird if it’s ready to fly. “Hell yes,” I whisper, moving my hands up and down his back.

He climbs onto the bed and we both fall back. There’s no humor to it, nothing about this moment is funny. The air is thick with need and the want is thick around us. We’re about to cross a line in this marriage I never thought we would.

I’m about to have sex with my husband and I’ve never wanted anything more.