Chapter 80
The steam from the shower swirled around them, mixing with the heat of their bodies, and every inch of Callisto felt alive, Lorraine’s lips met his in a rush of desire, and he couldn’t think of anything else. Kissing her was like an addiction he couldn’t quit, and in that moment, he didn’t want to
He never imagined things would escalate this quickly when they got to the hotel room, but something came over him–something he couldn’t explain. He had asked her to shower with him, and she hadn’t even hesitated. Why had he done that! He didn’t know, but he craved her in ways he’d never craved anvone before.
As the water cascaded over them. Callisto couldn’t shake the feeling that this moment was a culmination of everything he had ever wanted but never dared to voice. He remembered their wedding day–the laughter, the warmth, and the unspoken promise that they would build a life together. But beneath that happiness by the wright of expectations and the pressure of reality, Tonight, all of that seemed to fade away in the steam–filled sanctuary of the shower.
But why? What was it aboun Lorraine that made him lose his mind? He had no answer, only this irresistible pull that made his chest tight and his thoughts spin. Her body against his in the water, her lips, her touch—it all drove him wild. He couldn’t resist her
As he kissed her, his hands roamed across her chest and down her waist, exploring every curve. Her body felt perfect under his touch, and his instincts took ever They were standing, completely exposed, every movement making his skin burn hotter. The heat between them was what had him on edge
Each time their lips parted, Callisto felt like he was suffocating, needing her more, needing that connection again. Her breaths grew heavier, and he could feel the pulse of her heart as he pulled her closer. When she made that soft sound–ahh–when he slid his fingers inside her, his heart skipped a beat.
He must have looked dared because she was staring right at him, her expression unreadable.
“I’m sorry,” he said, nervous that he had overstepped..
But she didn’t stop. Instead, she licked his lips, teasing him in a way that sent a shiver down his spine. “No, make me moan as loud as you can.” she whispered, her words daring and filled with promise.
Those words ignited something primal in him. “Yes, Lorraine…” he whispered back, captivated by her challenge.
He wasn’t used to someone like her. She was confident, knowing exactly what she wanted, while he was still figuring it all out. This was new to him- standing up like this, her body pressed against his in the shower. But he wanted to learn. He wanted to make her feel as good as she made him feel
“Am I doing it right?” he asked after a while, worried that maybe he was too inexperienced.
“Oh, f**k yes!” she moaned, her hand guiding him, teaching him exactly what she liked.
He was breathless in awe of her as she arched her back and groaned in pleasure. The sound sent ripples of excitement through him. Her confidence. her raw desire–it was overwhelming.
Suddenly, the sensation jolted Callisto’s mind into a reverie. He was back on their wedding day, standing at the altar with Lorraine. Her smile was radiant, illuminating the room like the sun breaking through the clouds. The way she looked at him made him feel invincible, as if nothing could stand in their way. Yet, the ghosts of doubt loomed behind him, whispering fears that he couldn’t shake off even on that joyful day.
He remembered their vows, how he promised to love her in good times and bad, to cherish her always. But the reality of life weighed heavily on his shoulders–the expectations, the pressures, the responsibilities. They had been newlyweds for only a short time before the realities of adulthood began to creep in, the bliss of their honeymoon phase overshadowed by the chaos of life.
With one hand, Lorraine reached down and grabbed him, her fingers wrapping around his length, making him shudder. It felt different than before, more intense, like she was commanding every nerve in his body to respond to her.
His hand continued to work inside her, but when she squeezed him harder, he couldn’t stop himself from gasping “Ash.” The pleasure and pain mixed together, making it hard to focus,
“Shut up and keep going,” she ordered, her voice cold but irresistible.
He obeyed, pushing through the sensations as her hand stroked him. The rhythm between them became synchronized, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, the sound of the water mixing with the sound of their wet skin. He could feel her getting closer, her breath hitching as her moans became more desperate.
“Callisto, Callisto!” she cried, pulling his head closer to her as she arched back against the shower wall. Her entire body trembled as she reached her peak, and his own release followed right after, his body stiffening as the pleasure washed over him
For a moment, they were still, the water cascading around them as they caught their breath. His forehead rested on her shoulder, his chest rising and falling heavily. He had never experienced anything like this before, and he didn’t know how to describe it. All he knew was that he didn’t want it
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to end.
Yet, the feeling bliss was soon overshadowed 1.es. The thrill of the moment reminded him of the challenges that lay ahead, Just as they
had found this moment of intimacy, they would have to navigate the complexities of their relationship–communication, trust, and the weight of
their pasts.
“Aah!” They both moaned as she fully seated herself on him, and his hands instinctively grabbed her waist.
“Stay still. Callisto,” she whispered softly, planting a kiss on his forehead. “Let me do the work”
He swallowed hard, completely at her mercy, feeling g every b
bit of h her po
power over him.
As he looked into her eyes. Callisto couldn’t shake the feeling that this moment was transformative. The urgency of their connection felt like a rebirth, a way to escape the burdens of their lives. He wondered if he could capture this feeling, hold onto it long enough to make it last beyond the confines of the hotel room and the steam of the shower.
He was jolted from his thoughts as Lorraine began to move, her body undulating against him in a rhythm that was both mesmerizing and overwhelming. He watched her, entranced, as she found her pace, her face contorting with pleasure. Each movement sent waves of sensation through him, igniting a fire within that he thought had long been extinguished
“Callisto,” she gasped, leaning forward, her breaths coming in ragged bursts. The passion in her voice urged him to respond, to reciprocate her. energy. He clenched his fists around her waist, feeling every inch of her skin beneath his hands, the warmth radiating from her body mingling with the heat of the water.
“Just like that,” he murmured, lost in the moment, his voice barely above a whisper. He wanted to be her everything, to give her the pleasure she craved while losing himself in her
In this small, humid space, their world shrank to just the two of them. The outside noise faded, the burdens of their daily lives slipped away, and all that remained was the pulsing connection that bound them. It was liberating and terrifying all at once.
Callisto could feel the tension building between them once again. He focused on Lorraine, the way her hair fell damp against her shoulders, the way her eyes sparkled with mischief and desire
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