Chapter 19 Calling Her Name (Adult Content 21+)

The sound of Sierra moaning was the only thing that filled the bathroom. Axton couldn't stop himself from thrusting in and pulling Sierra to move on top of him.

Her hair was wet again, and the water droplets flowed down her breasts. Axton immediately lowered his head and grabbed her breasts—suckling them with his lips while his hands wrapped around her waist and guided her to move more slowly as his rhythm intensified.

Axton wanted to go slower.

He wanted to feel it longer.

And he knew that it was a crazy feeling.

“Axton, please,” Sierra growled and tried to move faster.

Axton knew they were running out of time, and he should be going fast, not slowing down and taking longer. However, Axton didn't want this to end quickly.

“Axton, ah!” Sierra lifted her head and looked up at him with her blue eyes flashing with passion. Every moan that escaped from her lips completely made Axton lose control.

Pushing Sierra fast and hard is the most enjoyable option. However, savoring everything slowly feels more tempting to him.

Even if Axton eventually loses control and leads Sierra to move harder...

“Damn!” Axton jerked hard, and he could feel Sierra gripping him tightly.

He knew that she would soon get her release.

“I'm coming!” Sierra dropped her body onto Axton's chest and gave it all to him.

Axton had been waiting for this moment because he couldn't hold himself back any longer. He releases himself inside Sierra's body—pushing into the deepest part that she can offer him.

The sound of their breathing still clashes even though there are no more moans coming from their lips. Axton shifted to disengage himself from Sierra and could feel his body's emptiness.

He rose to his feet and let her remain in the bathtub. His destination is the shower because he needs to wash his body after what they did.

His mind was still going crazy from the sensations he got together with her. However, he still tried to step out of there before another madness infiltrated his mind.

Axton looked at her, who was still in the bathtub when he finished using the shower. Her eyes were closed as she rested her head on the end of the bathtub.

Axton walked over and crouched down beside her, causing Sierra to open her eyes for a moment before she closed them again.

“Do you need help?” He asked.

Sierra shook her head. “I just need a few minutes.”

Axton looked at her for a moment and nodded. “I'll wait for you here.”

“No need,” she lifted her head and sat up straight so that her breasts were clearly displayed. Axton tried hard not to notice what was in front of his eyes, or he would make a mess again. “The meeting with Mr. Smith is at 9 am. We can't be late.”

“Are you sure you're going to stay here?”

“Yes, I want to take a shower and then get ready quickly.”

“Alright.” After saying that, Axton rose to his feet and walked towards the bathroom door, which was not fully closed. He heard the sound of Sierra's footsteps and knew that she was already walking to shower.

Just before he closed the bathroom door, he stopped walking, turned around, and looked at Sierra, who was also standing looking at him.

“Sierra?”

“Yes?” Sierra mumbled.

Axton looked down briefly, then looked back at her with confidence, “Wait for me. We will go to work together.”

“Damian is coming along with Mr. Smith. Are you sure you're leaving with me?”

“Are you?” he asked back.

***

Callie’s bedroom door was already unlocked.

For a moment, Axton hoped Callie wasn’t in the room and had left it without locking the door. He needed to go in to grab some clothes and head to work immediately. He knew the issues between him and her were far from resolved, but he had to set them aside for now; there were other pressing matters to attend to.

However, his hope faded as he stepped inside and saw Callie sitting at her vanity. She was staring at him through the mirror, and Axton silently cursed himself upon seeing the look in her eyes.

Guilt filled his chest, but he knew he couldn’t say anything just yet.

“Callie,” he said softly as he approached her and kissed her forehead.

“Where did you sleep?” Callie asked, tilting her head up to look at him.

Axton tried to smile. “Don’t worry about me. We’ll talk about everything after I get back from work. I’m sorry for hurting you.” He leaned down to kiss her lips.

At first, it was meant to be a brief kiss, but Callie held onto his neck and wrapped her arms around him. She kissed him hard, and Axton opened his eyes in surprise.

Callie wasn’t just kissing him; she was pulling him close, trying to undo the buttons of his pajamas.

“Callie,” Axton murmured, stopping her hand as it brushed against him. He looked at her in confusion and was startled to see her eyes reddened as though holding back tears. “What’s wrong?” he asked gently.

Callie shook her head and tried to kiss him again with the same intensity.

“Please,” she whispered, guiding Axton’s hand to her body. He could hear her quiet sobs, and a wave of helplessness overwhelmed him.

“Callie,” Axton said, trying to stop her even though he understood what she was asking for. “I don’t want you to overexert yourself.” He pressed his forehead to hers.

“Please, Axton.” She began to cry, and Axton realized something deeper was wrong. “Please, touch me. I’m still your wife, aren’t I?”

“You are my wife, and you’ll always be,” Axton replied, kissing her softly. “I love you so much. Callie, I just don’t want to hurt you over something like this. You know how much I want you, but I can’t bear to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me.”

“Callie,” Axton whispered, pulling her into his arms as he felt her tears wet his shoulder. She tried to kiss him again, and this time, Axton kissed her back—gently, lovingly, just as they always had. “Don’t do this, Callie,” he pleaded, looking at her with regret as she cried before him, wanting something that was rightfully hers.

“Why not? You’re my husband, aren’t you?”

“You’re unwell. Please don’t do something that could worsen your condition.”

“I can do it. I can still be your wife.”

Axton closed his eyes, feeling himself begin to give in, allowing Callie to do what she wanted as his wife. Their relationship was in chaos, and he knew what Callie needed from him.

“Please, make love to me,” she whispered softly. “Or at least have sex with me.”

***

Axton might have to curse himself for what he was doing as he gently laid Callie down on their bed.

He couldn’t even remember when the bed started feeling so cold. For months, he had restrained himself, spending hours in the bathroom for reasons that were all too obvious. And now, he was breaking every promise he had made to protect his wife.

“Axton,” Callie moaned as his hand slipped under the thin fabric of her nightgown.

She was already ready for him when he touched her, and the realization only deepened his guilt.

“I want it, please,” she said, her voice filled with desire.

Axton pulls down Callie's panties and pushes in two fingers to feel her—feeling something he's been longing for. While his other hand gently caressed the tops of her breasts.

Callie moved restlessly, and he knew that she was enjoying every touch he had made. Her hands moved wildly along Axton's abdomen—touching every part that she had memorized so well.

The sound of Callie's moans was a feast for Axton's ears. He moves his lips along Callie's neck, leaving a mark of ownership on his wife.

Everything feels right—it feels right as if this is what they were made for.

Just when Axton felt that Callie was completely ready for penetration, he gave her a long kiss while his waist searched for the right direction for their union.

The sound of Callie's long moan was a sign that Axton had hit the right spot—moving in and breaking through with a rhythm that he made as slow as possible.

Axton could control himself. He could control every touch he gave, every kiss that might take Callie's breath away, and every movement his waist made.

His hands hugged Callie tightly, allowing his body to rest on her and feel her after he had held himself back for a long time.

“Axton, faster!”

Of course, Axton could do it, but he didn't follow what Callie asked him.

“I want it that way,” he whispered as he kissed Callie's earlobe repeatedly while whispering affectionate sentences to her.

Callie didn't offer any protest, and he knew that his rhythm was enough to make her moan loudly.

Of course, he didn't want it to be like this. He wanted to thrust hard and fast like he always did. He wants to push in and feel every part that Callie can offer him. However, he knew that doing so would only hurt her, and he didn't want to do that.

Until the moment Axton felt Callie's pussy grip him and twitch as if it was torturing him with intense pleasure, he knew that the time would soon come. Axton lowered his head and suckled the tops of her hardening breasts to help her get pleasant stimulation from their union.

“I'm coming!” Callie closed her eyes and hugged Axton's back tightly.

Axton began to repeat the rhythm of his movements until the moment he pulled away from her and fell, lying next to her.

Callie frowned while looking at him with confusion, “you don't get it?”

“Of course I do,” Axton grabbed Callie's lips and kissed her softly. “You're so excited that you don't know that I already get it.”

“Really?” She smiled, put her head into Axton's arms, and hugged him from the side.

Axton kissed the top of her head, her hair, the back of her hand, and whatever his lips could reach—thanking her for everything she had given him. It felt like he couldn't explain how much he loved this woman. Callie could sacrifice everything for him, and he will never forget that.

“Thank you, Callie.” He said softly near her ear.

“I love you,” Callie hugged Axton's waist from the side, and Axton immediately returned it.

Their bedroom was equipped with air conditioning, yet Axton could feel the warmth emanating from his body as he held Callie tightly in his arms.

"Do you remember the first time we did it in this house after we got married?" Callie asked, lifting her finger and drawing playful shapes in the air.

Axton occasionally kissed the top of her head before nodding slowly. "You said you wanted our first time as husband and wife to be in this room. So I had to wait until the house was built before I could marry you."

Callie chuckled softly. "Because the first experience is the most memorable for me. That’s why I didn’t want you to sell your old apartment."

"Is it because that’s where we made love for the first time?" Axton gave her a mischievous smile as his hand moved gently around her breast.

He missed the days when he could touch Callie freely without fearing that she might feel pain or become too tired. Still, he was grateful for what they had now. To him, nothing mattered more than seeing Callie sleep and wake up beside him every day.

"It’s also where we shared our first kiss," Callie said, looking up to kiss his lips. "Unfortunately, I couldn’t give you my virginity."

"Seriously?" Axton raised an eyebrow. "After all these years, you're still bringing up your guilt over that?"

"Do you know why I’ve been more sensitive lately?" Callie asked.

Axton shook his head and brushed away the stray hairs on her forehead. He wiped the sweat off her face, studying her intently—admiring every detail of her beauty.

"It’s because I know someone else shared their first experience with you in this house. And it makes me sad."

"What do you mean?"

"Sierra."

Axton hadn’t expected Callie to mention that name in the bed where they had just made love.

"I know she had her first time with you," Callie said with a sorrowful smile.

"Callie, maybe we shouldn’t talk about this," Axton replied, shifting uncomfortably.

Callie nodded slightly. "I know I shouldn’t bring up anything about you two because it only makes things awkward for us. But I can’t deny that there are questions that keep circling in my mind every time I see you together." She paused briefly before continuing, "Did you still say my name when you were with Sierra?"