MY MAJESTY - SEASON 4 EPISODE 86

Having never uttered those words ever in her life, not even to James, Calhoun was the first to receive her confession, and Madeline felt her heart continue to beat loudly in her chest. His lips brushed against her cheek, moving to the side to kiss under her ear, and his lips travelled down to her neck.

Calhoun playfully nipped her skin with his teeth, enough to hear a mixture of cry and sigh that escaped from Madeline’s parted lips. His fingertips continued to explore her body, and every time his teeth bit into her skin, she felt her body arch against the bed, and her toes curl. He made his way down her neck, between the valley of her breasts, making use of his tongue to trail it from the bottom to the top to feel her shiver under his touch.

The room had suddenly turned warm, along with their bodies. When Calhoun lifted his head, Madeline caught sight of him admiring her bosom like it was a temple. His eyes took in the softness of the skin and the curve of the mounds. Bringing his hand to one of her breasts, he traced his finger from the side of her curve to the underside of her breast, that only left her blood rushing up her cheeks and the wetness between her legs increased.

As he traced his finger around her breast, he looked at Madeline’s face that was filled with pleasure. And when he grabbed it, a moan escaped her lips that only enticed him to want him to do it more. With his palm spread, he squeezed it again.

“AH!” Madeline would have died in embarrassment by hearing her very own cry if her senses hadn’t been filled with the pleasure that Calhoun was sparking in her.

“What a sweet cry you have,” remarked Calhoun, his fingers started to push and probe, twirling around her nipple that had hardened under his touch out of arousal.

Another cry escaped from her lips when his mouth went to attend the other breast. Madeline felt him suck her breast in his sinful mouth and then just her nipples. Biting it to make her arch her back, and she realized what he meant by the thin line between pain and pleasure right now. She had thrown her head back as he tugged on her darkened beads.

His hand left her breast and slowly traced down to her stomach to feel her suck her breath at the ticklish feeling she felt near her abdomen. Noticing this, Calhoun couldn’t resist the sadist nature in him to torture her, and his fingers lightly brushed her skin again to see her start to stutter.

“Cal!” she cried his name, that was music to his ears.

“Yes, my love?” asked Calhoun, his tone oblivious to the mess he was turning Madeline into.

He enjoyed everything about her, the gasps, moans and pleasurable sighs that escaped her lips. The way her skin turned red out of heat and shyness, her heart skipping beats when he caught her out of surprise and that innocent look that was in her eyes which made him want to consume her very soul and being.

“W-what are you d-doing?” came her voice before she looked at him.

“Touching you, of course,” he said, tilting his head.

“Stop teasing me!” a small hint of frustration laced in her voice, “Please,” she added in worry, thinking he would stop touching her.

A mischievous smile appeared on Calhoun’s lips, “Tease? This is barely counted to be a tease, darling. I promised to love and cherish you, let me take time to worship you,” he grinned with a glint of evilness that made her gulp.

In Calhoun’s book, worship was equal to the word torture.

He then said, “Let me help you,” and his hands lowered down between her legs, pushing one finger into her wet sex to have her cry out in pleasure. He moved it in and out, to say, “Better?”

Madeline couldn’t reply to him as she felt her mind start to cloud, and the world around her had begun to disappear where nothing else mattered. He took her to the cliff, pushing her towards the edge. The room continued to fill itself with the sound that left her lips and the wetness that had come to pool between her legs that created an erotic sound every time Calhoun pushed his finger in her. Her lips and her throat had gone dry from the continuous cry.

After her first orgasm, Calhoun made sure that her body wasn’t entirely spent. He put the finger in his mouth while giving Madeline the time to come back from her orgasm. He took his time to worship her just like he had said he would. His hand went around to clasp her left ankle, and he raised it to kiss the inside before moving up and doing the same to her other leg.

With her chest heaving, her eyes went back to meet his that was watching her expressions. The temperature in the room had increased, and the fire in Calhoun’s eyes had not extinguished, and he looked insatiable.

Not wanting to be the only one to be pleasured, Madeline raised herself, and she met Calhoun face to face. “Do you know how beautiful you are? So precious,” he whispered, leaning forward to kiss her cheeks and peppering kisses across her delicate jaw.

Calhoun did make her feel as if she was the only beautiful person in this world, while others were dull compared to her. He looked at her as if he needed and wanted to protect her, while also wanting to steal her from herself, offering her the guilty pleasure which no one could provide but him.

Calhoun’s eyebrows raised when Madeline shifted herself around while placing a hand on his chest so that they could switch positions. It was not just her wedding night, but theirs and she wanted him to feel equally good.

“Lay down,” Madeline said in a soft voice, and Calhoun didn’t question her. Instead, he listened to her demands. She carefully placed her legs on either side of his waist, and then placed her hands on his chest, running them to feel the warmth and noticing how sculpted he was.

Bending down, Madeline started with drops of kisses on his shoulders, wondering if she could leave something behind on him. She decided to take a small bite on his shoulders to feel him hum in response as if he was enjoying her marking him.

Madeline’s kisses were nothing less to the lick of a kitten that was soft and sweet in gesture. Calhoun watched her go down before she held his manhood in her hand. Having already experienced it once, it didn’t take her long to start moving her hand back and forth to receive Calhoun sigh in pleasure. His manhood was warm, and she could feel it pulse in her hand, making her wonder how it would fit into her. Brushing the thought away, she bent down to kiss the head of his manhood before taking as much as she could into her mouth, and she heard him hiss.

This had her smile internally, and she also felt her chest puff up at the thought that she could make him feel like this. Her head started to bob up and down, sucking him to hear him curse under his breath,

“Fuck, Maddie!”