"Then dear wife, this husband will not let you down!" he responded in a tease, lifting her up with one hand so that their faces were aligning with one another.
Calista didn't hesitate to wrap her naughty legs around his sturdy waist and being in that position, the side of hers which she had never let out before was screaming for release.
Feeling the tent getting bulkier by the second just below her butt, Calista licked her lips hungrily.
And Orson, feeling what the naughty wife was doing and how those eyes of hers were filled with lust and desire only for him, he cast aside all restrains before capturing that small mouth which had driven him crazy for days uttering nonsense from time to time.
"Ngh …." As soon as those lips which she had admired alongside the face that she ended up scarring in the process, she moaned with pleasure. Happy to finally get what she had been craving ever since the second she pledged in her heart that he was hers.
Orson continued to hold Calista with one hand, which was placed below her butt to keep her in place, but the naughty wife who kept on wriggling and rubbing her body against his junk made it very difficult for him.
However, the more she did that and moaned his name, the more excited he became.
'She wants me badly. She is like this because of me!'
As a man, he felt very proud. Finding a woman who was so bold to reveal and express her feelings and act upon them, she was one of the few women he had seen.
And being the reciprocate of such actions, he was even prouder. And sensing her great desire for him, he vowed to love her properly and give her everything so that she wouldn't act that shamelessly to other people.
The thought of her being this lustful in front of other men, Orson's back eyes for a moment flashed red before getting back to normal.
However, despite knowing that there was no way she could do that, he didn't feel settled and decided right there to own her and prove himself.
And prove himself, he surely did.
Calista lying on top of the bed she spent so much to buy looked hazily at the man moving in between her legs, sweat dripping off his body as he continuously thrust deep in her enticing moans of pleasure with every move.
How long had they been at it?
Honestly, she had lost count, and it didn't matter. She who had been deprived of such ecstasy in the past, found it very difficult to be sated.
The more he gave it to her, the more she wanted to get more and the more she wasn't going to back down.
Seeing that he was in the mood and the man had only been released once in like hours since they started, Calista decided to take matters into her own hands.
If he keeps on being stingy with his seed, how was she supposed to conceive?
Orson had no idea what his nymph wife was thinking, but all he could think about was how much pressure she was putting him in the more he looked at her.
How could she not be tired of all the drilling that had been going on in the past few hours?
How strong was she compared to him to keep up with him without showing any fatigue?
But above all, why was she resembling a well without any bottom that she couldn't get enough of?
Unfortunately, he couldn't get the answer, as he found himself in a reverse position without warning.
How did he get there? How did she switch the two so fast like that without him sensing anything?
Instead of getting answers to the previous questions, Orson's questions piled up in the end.
And looking at the naked woman whose breasts were firm and enticing to touch, with a body which was filled with red and purplish marks which was the proud work he had left on her, marking every inch of her skin that she was his, all curiosity flew out of the window.
Why think so much when he could enjoy all this? He mocked himself inwardly before groaning with a hiss when she tightened herself around him.
"Hubby, all focus on me. How can you think of other things when I am craving you like this?" Calista, seeing that her husband was lost in thought, brought him back using unconventional methods.
"Nghh …. Sorry wife. Husband will concentrate!" Orson hurriedly apologized as he placed his large hands firmly on her butt for support.
Calista wriggled around with a smirk on her face looking at how Orson continued to gasp for air, his hold on her tightening and that sword buried in her enlarging, evoking sensations that were making her body tremble with need.
"Wife …ngh …. You ….. are you trying to kill your husband?" Orson, unable to hold it anymore, asked with a wronged expression upon seeing how she was enjoying every torment she was giving to him.
Seeing him surrendering like that, Calista flashed a grin at her man before adjusting her sitting posture so that her legs were on either side of his body, straddling him in a cowgirl position.
"How can I dare kill you, husband?" she retorted coquettishly as she began to raise her body upwards before letting it go, "ngh," moaning in the process.
Orson sucked in a breath of cold air as Calista began to maneuver her body. With every move she made, it reminded him of the time when he was serving her. The roles seemed to have changed which was something he could have considered being bad before but as he looked at that naked body; he was loving so much on full display with every single part of it exposed to him, Orson discovered that he might have a fetish.
And one he was afraid of letting other people know.
But could the satisfaction on his face as she moved up and down on him be hidden?
As she looked at that familiar expression of desire on his face as she served him, loved him and exposed herself to him, Calista suddenly lowered her body so that their faces were almost touching and whispered, "Dear, do you want to have even more fun?"