Cain's Salvation (Passion in Paradise - The Men of the McKinnon Sisters) (2 page)

Stepping underneath the lukewarm spray,
he turned his face up toward the water and palmed his dick.  Working it in
his hard grip, he closed his eyes and concentrated on the image of Faith’s
naked body the last night they were together.

And as the water slowly rinsed the dirt
from his body, he remembered their tender goodbye.

~***~

Cain moaned as Faith’s velvety lips
slowly teased the head of his cock, her tongue flicking the flared head with a
torturously slow twist of her tongue.  Tightening his fingers in her hair,
the strands wrapped around his fist as her reddened lips slowly parted to
encase him in the slick, wet heat of her mouth.  Throwing back his head on
the couch in his apartment, he made a rough sound in the back of his throat as
she took him deep, almost to the back of her throat.  “Fuck, baby,” he
rasped as her sweet lips slowly slid back up his stem until only the bulbous
head of his aching dick remained in her mouth. “You’re killing me,” he
whispered hoarsely.

Smiling around his tip, Faith lifted
her eyes to meet his aroused gaze.  Releasing him, she grinned
wider.  “You said the only parting gift you wanted before you left
tomorrow was one of my amazing blow jobs,” she informed him impishly.  Shrugging
her shoulders, her pink tipped nipples pebbled under the weight of his heavy
lidded stare. “I’m just trying to oblige my future husband and give him a
memory to hang his hat on,” she added, smoothing the hand wearing the
engagement ring he’d given her an hour ago over his rigid abdomen.

“I like the sound of that,” Cain
whispered as her hot breath cascaded over his hard member.  “Say it again.
Slowly.”

“My. Future. Husband.”  She
punctuated each word with a slow lick to the underside of his cock, her soft
blue eyes never leaving his.

“Jesus, Faith,” he breathed as her
fiery mouth engulfed him once again. Bucking his hips against the sofa and into
the sweet haven that existed between her lips, he fucked her mouth with slow
steady thrusts of his hips, careful never to stroke too deeply.  “God,
yes, baby,” he praised in a voice raw with unspoken emotion.  “So
good.  So fucking perfect, my sweet baby!”

He shuddered as she swallowed around
his length, the back of her throat caressing the head of his cock. 
Hissing through his teeth at that exquisite torture, he growled low in his
throat.  “Don’t you dare make me cum,” he demanded gruffly.  “My cock
has an important date to keep with that pretty pussy of yours.”  Eyeing
the smooth plump lips of her cunt glistening with her juices where she knelt
between his splayed legs, he licked his lips hungrily.  Torn between
letting her continue the amazing blow job and wanting to devour her pussy, he
groaned, tightening his fingers in her hair.

Faith chose that moment to release
his dick from the confines of her mouth and move her lips to the skin of his
scrotum.  Laving his balls with tender, loving attention, Cain’s breath
caught in his throat.  “Dear God, Faith,” he gasped when she drew one
tight globe between her lips and suckled gently.  “You’re killin’ me,
sweetheart.”

“Mmmm hmmm,” she hummed around his
flesh.

The gentle vibrations against his
balls nearly drove him insane.  “Enough, woman!” he growled, tugging on
her hair.  “You could give Al Qaida lessons in torture.”

Releasing him with a wet pop of her
mouth, her azure eyes were sultry as they stared up at him.  “You like my
special brand of torture, remember?”

“Mouthy little piece of work, aren’t
you?” he teased, his lips twisting into a smile as he pulled her hair, urging
her to her knees between his legs.  “Why don’t you use those lips for
something other than giving me a hard time, huh?” he asked, leaning forward to
capture her mouth with his.  He claimed her mouth with a satisfied hum
from his lips, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and possessing her.

He fucked her mouth with his tongue
the way he planned to fuck her pussy.  Deep and hard.  Lifting a hand
to palm one smooth alabaster breast, he tugged at her plump nipple with his
thumb and forefinger, worrying it into a hard little nub.  As he squeezed
with just the right amount of pressure, she writhed against his chest, moaning
into his kiss.  He knew his woman well and understood that just the
slightest hint of pain drove her wild in his arms.  Her fire matched his
perfectly and he wondered if God really did create her for him alone.  It
certainly felt like it.  She was his ideal…every wonderful attribute she
possessed flawlessly attuned to his.

“You like that don’t you, baby?” he
asked huskily between wet kisses while he twisted her other nipple between two
fingers.  “You like me playing with these gorgeous little raspberries you
have.”

“God, yes,” Faith gasped, wrenching
her lips away from his as she moaned.  “Harder, Cain,” she begged.

Pinching and releasing the tempting
little buds he held, he kissed a slow tender trail down her creamy neck,
pausing only long enough to lick her throbbing pulse before moving on to one
lush, perfectly formed breast.  “So pretty,” he murmured before pulling
her nipple between his lips and raking his teeth against the sensitive skin.

“Yes!” Faith breathed, cupping her
palm against his shaved head as he ate at her breast.  “That feels so
good,” she panted, wriggling in front of him in a bit to get closer.

“Yeah?” Cain mumbled around her
nipple before kissing a path across her chest to the other breast. 
Swirling his tongue around the taut peak, he smiled.  “Finger your clit,
baby,” he ordered in a low voice.  “Get that pussy ready for my tongue,”
he growled, sucking her nipple sharply before using his teeth to gently bite
the engorged flesh.

Drawing back enough to watch Faith
slowly slide her hand down her midriff, he licked his lips when two of her
fingers spread her labia and stroked the pink pearl peeking from beneath its
hood.  “Oh, now that’s beautiful, darlin’,” he praised as she shivered in
his arms.  He could see the light touch of her fingers ratcheting up her
desire, her juices coating the slender fingers she used to pleasure
herself.  “That’s it,” he encouraged softly, mesmerized by the sight of
those delicate digits stroking over that cluster of nerves at the apex of her
sex.  “That’s how I want you to touch yourself while I’m gone, and every
time you do, I want you to imagine me between those milky thighs.  Think
about how good my tongue feels when I’m licking you nice and slow.”

“Oh, Cain.”  Faith trembled in
his arms as she turned her face into his neck, nuzzling close.

“I’m here, baby,” he whispered,
lifting his face from her breasts to kiss her again, slow and long. 
Breaking away when she whimpered against his mouth, he smiled.  “We need
to take this into the bedroom,” he continued, his voice gravelly with his own
need as he urged her to her feet and rose from the couch to stand in front of
her, his cock jutting from his unfastened jeans.  “I can’t love you the
way I want to out here.  There’s not nearly enough room for what I’ve got
in mind.”

He stopped touching her only long
enough to push his Levi’s off his hips and down his legs.  Kicking them
aside to join the dress he’d stripped off her supple body earlier, he cupped
her neck and bent to kiss her deeply, pouring all his love into the exchange as
he walked her backward into his darkened bedroom. 

“I love you,” Faith whispered when he
lifted his head and pushed her gently back toward the bed.

“I love you, too, Sweetness,” Cain
replied huskily as he gazed at her naked body.  “I’ll love you until the
day I die,” he vowed, meaning every word.

“Promise?” Faith bit her lip as she
stared up at him with heartbreakingly beautiful eyes.

“Always, my Faith,” he swore. 
“Get on the bed, baby,” he ordered, his voice softly authoritative.  “Let
me show you how much I love you.”

Turning, Faith crawled onto the bed,
settling on her back in the center of the mattress as Cain’s steel grey eyes
followed every movement. 

“That’s my girl,” he praised when she
lay before him, her head on his pillow, her hair fanning against the well worn
cotton pillowcase.  “I’m gonna love you sweet and slow, my Faith,” his
deep voice hypnotizing her as he eased her legs apart and crouched between
them.  “The feel of my tongue and cock is gonna be burned on your body and
your memory before this night is done.”

“It already is, Cain,” she whispered
back to him as he dipped his head and inhaled her scent.

“I love your smell, sweetheart. 
Sweet and tangy.  Like a fall day,” he whispered as he pressed a kiss to
the inside of one quivering thigh.  “I wish I could bottle your fragrance
and take it with me.”

“Cain,” Faith breathed, lowering one
hand to stroke his shadowed jaw. 

“Do you know the only thing I love
better than your scent, my Faith?” he asked with a slow lick to the flesh of
her opposite thigh.

“Hmmmm,” Faith hummed, arching her
neck against the pillow as he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder.

“It’s your fucking taste,” he
growled, sliding his tongue through her pussy and gathering her creamy juices
on his tongue.  Savoring her flavor, he groaned deeply.  “I’ll never,
ever get enough of your cream as long as I live.  And tonight, Sweetness,
I’m going to glut myself like a starving man,” he promised in a vaguely
menacing threat before lowering his head and settling in between her thighs.

He ate her pussy like candy, sucking
her nether lips and laving them with his tongue before moving to her swollen
clit.  Flicking the tiny swollen bud back and forth with his tongue, he
relished the low, desperate whimpers escaping his woman’s lips. 

“Oh, God!  Please, Cain! 
Pleasepleasepleaseplease!” she moaned, rolling her hips as she tried to prolong
the delicious contact.

“That’s it, baby!  Beg me for
it,” he grunted, sucking sharply on her clit for a moment.  “I love it
when you plead for my tongue,” he confided hoarsely.  Finding her entrance
with his tongue, he fucked her with slow strokes, priming her sweet tunnel for
his cock.  “Nobody is ever gonna know this pussy but me,” he vowed roughly
between flicks of his tongue and nips of his teeth.  “This pussy is mine,
isn’t it, Faith?” he growled, lifting his head to stare up her desperate,
twisting body with glittering possessive eyes.

“All yours!” Faith nodded
eagerly.  “Only ever yours, Cain!”

“That’s my angel,” Cain praised,
lowering his head again to tongue her folds with a hunger that he’d never felt
in his life.  Her hips lifted off the bed and her thighs shook where they
rested against his shoulders.  Settling a heavy arm over her abdomen, he
pinned her to the bed and stilled her, forcing her to experience every moment
to its fullest extent.

“Cain!” she screamed as the pleasure
built to a fever pitch.  “Cain!  I’m going to cum!” she cried,
clutching the pillow behind her in white knuckled grip.

Pushing two fingers deep inside her
pussy, he drew her clit from beneath its hood, suckling ravenously as her
juices flooded his fingers and her channel contracted around him.  “Ah,
fuck yeah!” he groaned, licking her furiously as she climaxed against his
mouth, her essence spilling against his tongue.

Lifting his head a moment later, he
knew his lips glistened with her cream and he moved up her still shaking
body.  “Kiss me,” he demanded.  “Taste how sweet you are.” 
Lowering his head, she met his mouth eagerly, parting her lips and sucking his
tongue the way she knew he loved. 

He groaned low in his throat as he
lifted his head.  “I need to fuck you, angel.  I need to fuck you hard,”
he warned, watching her eyes for any sign of hesitation.  His Faith could
take him hard – she had before, but he knew that emotionally, she was walking a
fine line tonight.  “Can you give me that, baby?”

“Always,” she breathed, locking her
slim legs around his waist.

With one lunge of his hips, he thrust
deep, spearing her tight pussy.  “Ah, fuck!” he hissed, throwing his head
back as her sweet cunt embraced his dick.  “You’re so damn tight,
Sweetness.  So fucking tight and all fucking mine.”

He grimaced at the sweet agony of
being encased inside her molten heat.  Palming her ass, he tilted her hips
and sank deeper, bottoming out at the mouth of her womb.  One day, when
she’d gone off the pill, he’d fill that womb with his seed and let it take
root.  For a moment, he wished that time could be now….that when he
spurted into those steamy depths, his seed would bear fruit.

But he knew that wouldn’t be fair to
either of them.

He wanted a wedding ring on her
finger before he gave her his baby; he wanted the privilege of watching her
grow ripe with his child and to be there for her during the birth of their
offspring.

He’d wait.

In the meantime, he’d take what he
could and leave her satisfied.

Thrusting hard, they both
groaned.  With every surge of his hips, the headboard hit the wall. 
Neither of them cared.  His neighbors could get fucked.