Chapter 248 Wolf in the bed- Part 5
Madeline could feel his finger continue to press and tease her. But this only made her body wanton. Every time Calhoun's hand left her body, her body started to tense in need.
Calhoun's eyes picked on the small wet patch that had formed on her white garment. He moved his hand away from her, to only play at the ends of the garment before slipping his hand inside to let his fingers come directly in contact with her wet core.
Madeline gasped at the feeling of Calhoun touching her. Her hands twisted into the sheets of the bed, and her eyes flew open. Her eyes moved up to see Calhoun who was already watching her expressions and moans escaping her lips.
Her lips parted further when he testingly ran his finger over the wet folds before moving his finger in circles. Another moan left her delicate lips, her toes pressing and pushing back with emotions that were erupting through her body.
Calhoun saw Madeline's legs quake as he continued to take it slow and steady, stopping when she felt her senses heightening to only to bring her back by denying her what she wanted. He flicked the nub to hear a soft cry erupt through her lips. It resulted in Madeline arching her back along with her neck stretched and her head thrown back.
"You are wet," said Calhoun when his finger swirled around her entrance.
Madeline, who was lost in the sensation, returned to the room, her cheeks burning and her eyes slightly dilated, "More?" she heard him ask her.
One part of her wanted him to stop while the other wanted him to continue. It was a guilty pleasure that she was feeling right now; that was what Calhoun was to Madeline, a guilty pleasure. Things like these were supposed to be kept for the wedding night. But nothing had gone as she had expected. The desire in Calhoun's eyes, the way he looked at her, ready to eat her up, Madeline found it hard to refuse. Doing something so sinful yet when it was pleasurable, it was hard to say no to, but Madeline didn't say yes either.
Seeing Madeline not answer his question, he started to pull his hand away from her undergarment when a small sound of protest came from her. Her eyes anxiously looked up at him as he stared into her brown eyes that were hooded in want.
Calhoun ran his finger over the band, "I won't know if you don't tell me. I will stretch my hands to you," but if she didn't take it, Calhoun would carry her without a thought, "What is it going to be?" he asked, stopping the movement of his hand so that she would decide. This way, he was letting her think that she had a choice, but Calhoun knew better, that she didn't. He was a manipulative man, but it wasn't out of bad intention here. Madeline was shy, and he was giving her the push she would need.
"Why do you ask if you know it?!" Madeline questioned him, her voice weak from the pleasure she had felt.
"Because it's much better to hear you utter those words. That you feel aroused. That I affect you," replied Calhoun.
He was really torturing her like this. When her legs moved close to each other, Calhoun placed his hand on her legs to stop her from pressing her legs,
"Please," Madeline pleaded.
"Please what?" came the calm words from Calhoun, "Imagine you making me feel like this," he said, pulling the the top of the garment he had been playing with to let it go and it snapped on her skin, "The slow torture where I have to hold myself back."
"I didn't ask you to hold back," Madeline blurted to see Calhoun narrow his eyes.
"Careful, with what you speak, darling. If I wasn't holding back now, both of us would be naked, and you would be screaming my name," warned Calhoun and Madeline felt her mouth go dry.
Noticing how Madeline had not moved and was willing to take his help to get the relief, Calhoun slipped his hand back inside the garment. Madeline blushed profusely as both of them stared at each other. The whole time, he didn't remove the intimate garment and let it stay as his fingers continued to work on her.
Having Calhoun look at her, it only turned Madeline wetter.
"It might be a little uncomfortable at the start," said Calhoun to her before pushing one finger into her core.
"Ah!" Madeline cried, her eyebrows slightly furrowing. It did feel uncomfortable, and she tried to breathe.
She felt Calhoun give her a few seconds before pushing his finger inch by inch. When her breathing felt better, Calhoun finally pulled his finger out to push it back in. The room had filled with Madeline's cry and moans that was accompanied by the soft crackling sound from the fireplace.
The feeling of uncomfortableness was replaced with arousal every time when Calhoun pulled his finger almost out to only to push it back in rhythm. Watching Madeline's face warp in desire and passion, her eyes rolling behind her head, it was a sight that aroused Calhoun, and his eyes only turned more intense. The next time he pushed his finger, a louder moan came to pass through Madeline's lips.
Madeline had pulled her feet close to her, her body arching and her hips unconsciously lifting as she felt something starting to build in between her legs. Her body felt out of control, and her mind had drifted to another space as Calhoun continued fingering her.
Her body had started to convulse. Like a piano that hit high notes, Madeline could feel the heat that had pooled between her legs rise. As if trying to search for an anchor, Madeline's eyes went to meet Calhoun.
"Let go, sweet girl," his words were firm, and one flick was enough to have Madeline's body shudder as she came apart in his hand.
Madeline felt as if she had walked up many stairs as she tried to catch some breath. What she felt right now...it felt nothing less than jumping from the cliff because of the rush of feelings but at the same time the overwhelming pleasure she felt, she could not deny it.
The entire time, Calhoun's gaze had not left her.
She saw him pull his hand out to bring it up towards his mouth before he sucked on the finger which he had made use of to please her.