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Unyielding {True Sinner & Artemis' Priestess}

True Sinner

True Sinner

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Sep 12, 2013
Blake Relic grew up in a small town in the state of Texas, his home town held a grand total of one thousand people so everyone knew one another and it was a family oriented community. His best friend growing up was his next door neighbor. She was his friend since they were small, their parents would organize play dates and their friendship grew from there. When they hit junior high they gave it a try and started dating. They were one of the few good couples that ended up getting stronger in their friendship and their over all relationship all through high school. Despite what she wanted and him getting a full scholarship to the college she was going to, he had decided to join the Marines like his father and Uncle had before him.

Before he left though, he took the next step and had asked (YC) to marry him. Now engaged with (YC) he'd put her in his information and when he was gone in boot camp and his training she received a nice paycheck from him every first and fifteenth. When he graduated from his schooling he came home for two weeks to see her and he'd gotten much more toned then he was before. Standing at six foot even he weighed just about one hundred eighty-six pounds and his muscle mass had toned up so that he was more lean muscle then bulky like he was before he went into boot. His black hair was cut to the skin on the sides and just a small patch up top. His ice blue eyes were the same, a bit hardened from his training but the love for her was still there stronger then ever.

When he left after his two weeks he was being shipped to Afghanistan because things were still pretty hot out there and they needed the man power. He kept in touch the whole time he was there, called or Skype'd when he could. Two days before he was supposed to go home she was at a family bar-b-que when a military representative knocked on the door. Blake's father was the one to answer the door and while the man was normally a hardened soldier his eyes teared and he shook from head to toe. He thanked the man and let everyone know that Blake's base had been attacked when they were loading onto the plane and Blake, as well as several dozen more had been killed.

Not long after Blake's death, Blake's uncle really started acting strange and had eventually moved away. Three years later Blake's uncle was in the news as a terrorist. He had attacked several buildings, all government, and stole weapons, cash, technology and several other things. According to the news, he believed America would be stronger without all the politics and government officials. He thought America should stay to itself and that was it. Keep the soldiers from being killed in battles that weren't theirs. His followers were all very loyal to him and this caused trouble as dozens of government buildings and workers had already been killed. Soon the CIA got involved sending their top agents to the man's home town to learn about him from his family and to find his home of operations.

Two weeks after the news report about Blake's uncle, the entire town was in church having their Easter Sunday mass when the doors to the church opened and four men walked in. Each one was of good size, each one wearing black combat boots, charcoal grey cargo pants and black long sleeved nylon turtle necks. On the back's of their shirts, it read CIA. They all had sidearm's, all on thigh rigs and a tactical belt around their waists to accommodate the thigh rigs. Two of the four men were mountains with arms and legs, one of them was a bit thinner then the others but still beefy and the one ahead of them all was Blake. His hair had grown out a bit so that while it was still short on the sides, it was about two inches on top and spiked. His eyes were hard as rock and ice cold, as his father and fiance got in front of him, his father hugged him and the unimaginable happened as Blake twisted his fathers arm hard, and took him to the floor. A knee in his back while his arm was twisted behind him. Blake's gun was pointed right at (YC) as he looked at her.

"Who are you people?"
 
Caylin Maddis grew up in the same small town as Blake, went to the same school, was in the same classes, and cheered for the same hometown team. They even grew up on the same street. They were best friends until Blake finally got up the nerve to ask her out in the 8th grade. They were that perfect apple pie, high school sweethearts. They both graduated top of their class. Caylin deciding to stay and work in her father's law firm for now even though she got a large scholarship to Baylor Uni. She stayed because Blake was leaving. She asked him once, and only once not to join. But she knew his mind had been made up since they were kids.

No one was surprised when Blake asked her to marry him about 2 weeks before he left for basic, and no one was surprised when she said yes before he even finished asking. Caylin nervously waited everyday that he was at basic. Knowing that he wouldnt get hurt but nervous he would change. Caylin had a curvy, 5'6'' frame with long red hair that Blake had always loved. She was absolutely terrified as she sat at Blake's parents house the night of his return from basic. But when the door rang she rushed to it. Her hair braided and her makeup perfect. She looked up at him nervously, everything about him seemed hard, even his eyes. But only for a brief moment, and then a smile broke on his face and he picked her up. Kissing her hard, like it had been years since they had seen each other.He put her down and wiped the running makeup from her blue eyes.

She could survive the year without him. He called when he could, wrote when he could, and even skyped a few times. The time moved slow but quickly too. She worked hard trying to keep her mind off of what might be happening to him out there. Visiting with her soon to be in-laws all the time. The night of the party was supposed to be happy, everyone around her happy for the return of Blake. She doesnt hear the door, or the man with the news. But she does hear his mother cry out, a sickening sound that she knows immediately. His father holds her as she cries over the loss of her only child. Caylin stands there in a daze. No one knows what to do or what to say. Not that she could hear them anyway.

Caylin doesnt cry, not even at the empty casket funeral. He wasnt dead... he couldnt be dead. He had promised he would come back, that they would get married. Days, weeks, months and then finally years passed. She still wore the engagement ring on a chain around her neck. Blake's best friend, Lincoln, had taken it upon himself to take care of her. He was from the marines too, they had left together but had ended up in different places. Recently she had agreed to go on a date or two with him, but she knew he wasnt Blake, he wasnt what she wanted.

It was all such shocking news about Nathan Relic. He had always been such a good man, and a good soldier. But everyone knew that Blake's death had drove him to it. Just like everyone knew that Blake's father had started drinking again, and that his mother didnt come to church because she couldnt get out of bed. And that Caylin never truly believed that Blake was dead. They knew that people would be coming to talk to them sooner or later, even though none of them had seen Nathan since about a week after the news had come in.

Caylin sat there that day in a soft yellow dress, her hair curling down her back. She had only went because Blake's father didnt want to go alone. So she had caught a ride with Lincoln that morning, sitting in the front pews listening to the sermon about the resurrection of Christ when the doors burst open. Everyone gasps and then murmurs, staring at the men walking into church with weapons, all in black, all with the government. Before the preacher can say a word, Blake' father is on his feet rushing toward the man in front. Caylin sees it too. It's Blake. Her heart beats faster than she ever thought it would as she sits there. Getting up and rushing over as Blake attacks his own father.
"Blake, stop it!" she cries out and then gasps as he draws his gun, pointing it straight at her.
"Who are you people?" The question breaks her heart as Lincoln jumps up and moves between her and Blake.
She cries as she pushes Lincoln aside, wanting to see the love for her in Blake's eyes. Just like he used to have, but they are just cold and blank. Tears running down her face.
"Blake, its me. Caylin... your fiance."
 
Blake was holding the larger man below him with ease as he had his arm pulled back at a slightly painful angle while his gun was trained and unwavering on the female and male in front of him. Holding them in their spots he looked down at the man and narrowed his eyes on him.

"Attacking a Federal officer is a long...long time in jail Sir. Best remember that."

He said as he stood up and holstered the weapon as well. He then looked around to the people as one of the larger men in his group held up a picture of Nathan Relic and started showing it around.

"Does anyone know this man? Does anyone happen to know his where he used to live?"

The larger dark skinned man asked as he looked at the people. Blake looked around as well but he kept coming back to the woman who was either on some serious drugs or just had him confused for someone else. Then again, she did know his name which was a bit unsettling as well.

"Miss. I don't know how you got my name but please take a seat. You too Sir. We'll be out of here as soon as we get some answers."

He said as he pointed back to the pews she'd come out of. The man that had rushed him was crying and pointed at the picture.

"That's your uncle. Blake what the hell is wrong with you? You seriously don't remember us?"

Blake's dad wasn't the kind of man to cry, but he was now. Loosing a child was one thing. Having them around with no memory of you was ten times worse. The men in the group looked stunned then looked to Blake who was also stunned then shook his head as he looked at his men.

"Don't drink the water around here. Something tells me it's laced with something. Sir, I'd really appreciate it if you keep from spouting lies. I don't know who the hell you are and I think I'd know if I was related to the United States largest cult leader."
 
Caylin rushed to Blake's fathers side helping him sit up against the pew. He rubs his arm as she stand up looking at Blake. It was him, it had to be. But he was different, only hard. The Blake she loved never would have attacked his own father, or disgrace a church by bursting in like this. She stands tall not caring what he wanted.

"Blake Relic. The man you just threw to the floor was your own father, Matthew Relic. The man in the picture is Nathan Relic, a good man and a good soldier who went nuts after we were told you were dead. And you just pointed your gun Caylin Maddis aka the wrong fucking girl." Her voice is strong and steady as she stares him down, just like she used to when he was doing something stupid as a kid. She is terrified of the man who stands before her, the man who looks just like her Blake but cold as ice.

Blake used to tell her that he loved her for her spunky nature, that no one ever crossed her. She doesnt care that all the men before her a a whole head taller than her. She wanted them gone, she would rather Blake be dead than standing like he was in front of her. Her blue eyes burning into him.

"I know Nathan, and what he has done isnt him. I don't know why he has done what he has but none of us have seen him in years. And if you talk to your father or anyone of us like we are crazy or less than you I will have your mamma beat you."

Lincoln moves to Matthew's side, helping to his feet.

"Blake, man, what the hell is wrong with you?" he asks looking at Matthew's arm that he cradles against him.
 
Blake looked at the little spitfire in front of him and raised an eyebrow as she spoke. He actually smirked as she threatened him then looked at the man she was talking about. Looking him up and down he then looked back at her and chuckled as he shook his head and walked away from her swirling his index finger next to his head and whistling. Two of his teammates chuckled and walked out with him. One of the men stayed and motioned to the back of his head then pointed to Blake.

On the back of his neck was a deep scar and a few other peppered along his hair line and up into his hair.

"Shrapnel Miss. He lost all memory after that. I'm trying to help him remember...but the activity in his brain hurts him. So if you want him to remember...it's going to take some work."

He said as he looked at her and gave her an apologetic smile before jogging out after Blake and the others. When they all got outside Blake rubbed his temples and groaned as his friend Raven walked up behind him and pat his shoulder.

"You need to fight through the pain bud, it'll be better in the end."
"Not really."

He said as he reached into his chest pocket and popped a pill to help with his pain.
 
Memory loss? He couldnt remember her, nothing at all? She tried to go after him but Lincoln stopped her.
"Caylin..." She hits him but he holds her back. She just wished he was dead rather than like that. He was hurt, her Blake was in there. He had to be.

The pastor begs the congregation to quiet down. Leading them in a prayer and sending them all home. Lincoln drives Caylin and Matthew home. Stopping Caylin as she moves to get out.
"Caylin... you know it isnt him. Not really." he grabs her hand. She shakes her head pulling her hand away.
"You are supposed to be his friend... And im his fiance."
"It's been 3 years!"
She just shakes her head and gets out of the truck before she cries again. She didnt care how long it had been, she would get through to him. She had to.

Blake's family didnt have the heart to eat Easter dinner as they sat and waited, knowing that they men would arrive soon enough to question them about Nathan. Caylin decides to take a shower, curling up on the bottom of the tub sobbing. Crying tears she should have cried a long time ago. There he was, right in front of her. She never had to make him love her... he just loved her for who she was. How could she remind him of who he was? Getting out and wrapping a towel around herself.
 
Blake and his men, just as the family thought, showed up with a search warrant and a few other people. When he got to the house he knocked on the door seeing the large man who was supposedly his father and just handed him the paper as he walked in.

"We have a search warrant from the Supreme court allowing us to search every inch of this house as well as anywhere else that this man may have been. We'll need all of you to stay here as well, we're going to be questioning all of you one by one."

He said as a train of people all wearing coats that said 'CIA' on them walked into the house and started searching through everything. Rooms, closets, dressers, computers, the basement and the attic. Blake stood in the living room stunned as he saw several pictures of him in the house. Him with that little spitfire from the church as well. Rubbing the back of his neck he felt the scars and shook his head a bit as he heard a slamming sound then a grunt as one of the CIA guys came down the stairs holding his nose as it bled.

"What happened?"
"Wrong room..."

He said as he got checked out for his nose and Blake walked up into the room finding that spitfire with a towel barely hanging onto her and a look of death in her eyes.

"You know striking a federal agent is some serious jail time during an investigation correct?"

He asked as he looked at her and his eyes shot over to a picture of her wearing a pair of UFC fighting gloves and pretending to punch him in the jaw. As he looked at the picture he gripped his nose bridge and winced as he shut his eyes. He got a bit of a flashback, blurred images but her voice was clear as day. Then him calling her his little Spitfire. Well that made sense in more than one way. As he came back to reality he mumbled the nickname he'd given her.

"Spitfire?"
 
She had just dropped her towel when one of the men just burst into her room. Seeing red she nails him, he barely gets a look before getting a face of fist. He cries out holding his bleeding nose as she grabs her towel.
"Get the fuck out of here." she yells at him. He tries to talk but she swings again. He ducks out the door quickly, using it as a shield. Rushing down the stairs as she holds her hand, cursing and hoping that is isnt broke.

It was just a while later that the door opened again and she turned glaring at Blake. Visibly shaking as she clenched her hurt hand again.
"If you dont get out you will get to witness it first hand." She says glaring at him, following his gaze to a picture of them together at the gym one day. She learned to fight before he left, at least learned how to fight for real. She loved it so much that they made a big deal of it, she even had a few real fights. Blake was always so proud of her. The picture was from her last fight. They were play fighting for the picture, it was that night that he asked her to marry him. That picture was just before the question was asked.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" that was all she could say, not even hesitating as he asked her.

"Spitfire?"
Caylin gasped out as he said it. Spitfire, he had called her that since they were kids. She stepped to him looking up as she moved close, touching his arm as he looked in pain.
"Blake? Yes... Spitfire. I'm your little spitfire." She has so much hope as she watched him.
 
Blake looked at her as she touched his arm and then looked at her hand. Wincing a bit he took her hand in his as he inspected her hand. It wasn't broken but she'd popped her middle finger out of joint. Sighing a bit he walked her over to her bed and held her hand in his for a moment.

"Take a deep breath."

When she did he told her to let it out slowly and as he heard the air leaving her lungs he jerked his hand and popped the knuckle back into place and as her eyes flew open he did what came to his mind and pulled her into his arms as he held her and rocked her back and forth. He'd do that after she'd lost a fight or after she'd hurt herself fairly decently. As he remembered all of this just from holding her he stiffened a bit but mainly because he was trying hard not to have a mental break down.

"I'm getting pieces...pieces and blurred memories..."

He said as he slowly pulled away from her and held his head in his hands and closed his eyes as he rubbed his temples and glanced at her.

"I'm sorry for hurting you..."
 
When he looked at her, she saw his eyes soften. Not quite right but enough. He looked at her hand, holding it just how he used to when she had hurt them. She does exactly as he says breathing in deep, crying out as he pops the joint back. Before she can even stiffen in pain he pull her to him. He smelled exactly the same, felt just like he had when he had came back from basics. She automatically relaxes against him.

She feels him stiffen. He speaks almost pained as he pulls away from her. She reaches out pulling his hands away from his face, touching his face as she looks at him.
"You are remembering, that is all that matters. I know you Blake. I love you." She smiles gently. "Tell me how I can help."
She adjusts the towel so it is more secure around her. Her hand starting to feel better but starting to bruise.

She jumps as the door opens again and one of Blake's men walks in. Frowning as she sees his eyes getting icy again. Pulling her hand away from his face, blushing as she is still in just a towel.
 
Raven stared at Blake for a while then smirks and winks.

"Bout damn time you start remembering B. Hey, just letting you know the search came up dry, but your pops told us about a cabin that he stayed at a lot. We're gonna go check it out."

When Blake went to stand Raven shook his head.

"Not you. You get your shit together, I'll text you on updates."

He said as he left the room and closed the door. Blake then just sat back down and glanced at her for a moment before looking back at the floor.

"You could help me remember what I lost. Remember my family...and more about you. I did keep this though. It was on me when I woke up after the attack."

He said as he reached into his wallet, in the coin slot and pulled out a titanium engagement band that she'd bought for him that said Love S.F.

"I'm guessing that means Spit Fire."

He said as he placed his hand in hers and closed his eyes as he felt the smooth skin of her hand for a moment then removed his hand.

"You should probably get dressed though, makes this a little less awkward."
 
She took the ring from his hand trying not to start crying again.
"Yeah... you have called me Spit Fire since we were kids. Ever since I first kicked your butt for stealing my barbie." She laughs feeling so much better as he slides his hand into hers. Not really thinking about being in just a towel until he tells her she ought to dress.
"Oh... yeah no problem." She gets up slipping into the walk in closet but not closing the door as she dresses. Emerging moments later in a pair of jeans that fit tight to her and a dark green tanktop. In her hands is a photo album. She moves back to the bed sitting cross legged looking at him as she opens the book to the first page.

"This is probably a good place to start."
She smiles at the first picture of them as children, in bathing suits standing next to a little kid pool. She puts the album in between them as they look through it. There are several photos like that from their childhood. And then moving into their teen years, to when the first started dating, dances, movies, parties, prom. A photo book of their lives together. The picture from their engagement announcement is the last picture taken during the two week furlow, and then the book from his funeral. She watches him as he flips through the pictures, he looks as though his head hurts him so much he can barely stand it. She slides her hand into his, letting him squeeze.
"I wish this didnt hurt you. Better yet, I wish you had never forgotten."
 
As Blake looked through the pictures he was starting to get hazed memories, blurry people and voices that sounded far away. His brain was hurting and his temples pounded but he pushed through it and as he did the one memory that cleared up had him looking at her with a slightly sheepish smile.

"I wish I could remember you too...and one of the memories that I have the most vividly...is one where you and I slept together for the first time."

They were both virgins, both very much in love and had given one another their virginity. Sure it was a fairly quick event for both of them, but on the second round it was the most touching and romantic thing they had done. That was were he felt most in love with her then any other time. When they had finished and cleaned up they spent the next whole two days, the weekend, snuggling and spending time with one another. Looking at her now he simply took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles as he closed his eyes and relished the feeling of her skin, and her scent.

"I'll try and remember...if you're willing to help me though it. I want to remember. It's just going to be a slow process."
 
Caylin couldnt help but cry as he told her the first real memory that he remembered. That was one of the most perfect memories she could recall. Being next to him with nothing to do but be close and indulge. She bites her lip remembering the fear that rushed through her and how she had cried with joy after they had finished. And how he had held her, the love in his eyes growing even stronger that it had been before. And how after resting they went at it again, making love like they would never have the chance again. The thought alone still made her shiver.

She watches him as he holds her hand to his face. "I will do anything for you Blake, if you dont remember that, you soon will. I love you and you dont get rid of me that easily." She smiles wide looking up at him. She can tell his head hurts, a mix of emotions of wanting him to remember and wanting to stop his pain. Caylin stands up, grabbing the book and setting it on her dresser.

A thought crosses her mind and she flushes. "So where have you been the past 3 years? I mean what have you been doing? Why did they just tell us you were dead?"
 
Blake looked at her as she told him that she loved him and that she wouldn't be lost that easily. Smiling he nodded and then watched her stand up to put the book away. When she asked her question, the laugh that came out of him was cold and humorless.

"The military saw someone with a lot of skill and potential that didn't remember anything about his past. They only saw future, so they told my family I was dead. Simply because being alive and not remembering...as you said, you wished I was dead still simply because having a loved one alive that couldn't remember you...is more painful then the actual loss."

He said as he stood up and walked over to her as he slid his hand along her hip and watched her carefully. He then cupped her cheek and looked dead into her eyes.

"But I'm here now, and I'm willing to try and remember."

He said as he leaned in and molded his lips to hers.
 
She couldnt help but feel jealous of him not knowing he had something to miss all that time. Waiting for him was unbearable. And so many people thought she was crazy for doing it. But she knew he was still out there. It was her Blake, nothing took him that easy. At the same time she wondered if he really did miss her, but be unsure of what he was longing for. That would be a terrible feeling, feeling like something is missing but not knowing what.

"I didnt really wish you were dead..." she says as he steps up to her. "I was just scared, I was never sure why you started loving me, I just knew that you did. So the idea of making you fall in love with me again was terrifying." She can see his eyes soften as he tells her that he wants to try. Caylin knows he is telling the truth, and as his lips press to hers it is like a shock of electricity. Her hands move to his sides as she moves in close kissing the man who everyone told her was dead.

When she pulls back from the kiss, her eyes still closed she smiles biting her lip.
"This must be a dream." She says quietly. The same statement she had the first time he kissed her as a kid, the first time they made love, and the night he proposed to her.
 
When she told him that she didn't know what made him love her he smiled and tapped the spot between her breasts right over her heart.

"Your heart. You're a fighter, not like the other sissy prissy girls that require a man to fight all their battles, I know for a fact you can defend yourself, but I also know you're willing to ask for help. That's what I admired and fell in love with. That and how many guys can say that their girls can kick their asses, or at least give them a run for their money. Now, I'm not too sure, but back then you could whoop me."

He said insinuating that he'd be a bit of a challenge for her now. However being special operations and a CIA agent, he was a tougher guy now. When she told him that this was a dream he moved her so that she was on her back, him half way over her as he kissed her bottom lip and pulled it into his mouth, something he remembered always got her going as he bit her lip.

"Are you sure?"

He asked as he locked his lips to hers and slid his tongue along hers, biting her bottom lip here and there as well as sucking at her tongue when it was in his mouth. When he pulled back and saw the pink hue to her cheeks he smiled and glanced down seeing her nipples prodding through her shirt and his eyes motioned to them.

"Cutting glass?"
 
She shivers as he bites her lip, sighing out softly. Kissing him hard, filled with need. She moves her hands up around the back of his neck pulling him agianst her.

"It has to be... you, this is just like it used to be." she smiles as he kisses her even deeper. He was working on instinct, giving her hope that every single memory was there. They fit together perfectly as he leans over her frame, running her fingers through his hair, then down along his jawline.
She glared as much as she could at his question, but she couldnt be upset with him at all. Nothing but need in her eyes.
"Its been 4 years since you were last home, give a girl a break. Plus for not remembering much, you know exactly what to do. Keep teasing me and we might see how much of a run for your money I can give you."
She pulls him down kissing him again, wanting him more than she wanted air. She knew his men were still in the house getting ready to leave, and that his parents were also downstairs. It all just made her feel like a teenager again.
 
Blake smirked at her remark and raised an eyebrow as he ran his hands up her chest and pinched her nipples through her bra and shirt. A specific memory popped into his head, one that they had been laughing about for years. It was one of their many more adventurous love making sessions when they did the dirty in the hall bathroom while his parents were in the living room, just down the stairs watching t.v. Smiling at her he leaned into her ear.

"Gonna have another repeat of the bathroom incident?"

He knew she knew what he was referring to based off of the smile she gave him and as he moved his lips along her neck he found that sweet spot right under her ear and began nipping and licking it. Moaning as he did he kissed her skin and moved so that his hips were firmly planted between hers and he was grinding his hardened shaft against her. Dry humping as it were, but just something to get her even more geared up. Lots of teasing was going on right now, only question was, who was going to snap first?
 
She groaned as he remembered the bathroom incident.
"You would remember that one. You know... if you had kept me quiet like I told you to we wouldnt have had a problem at all." she says teasing. Moaning softly as she feels his lips and teeth against her soft skin. Feeling him harden against her, she works her hips against him slowly. Closing her eyes as she bites her lip.
She winds her legs around him, using them to pull him tight against her. Her hands sliding down between them and up his shirt. Feeling his hardened stomach and warm skin. She moves her fingers over his back, running her nails along his spine. Laughing softly as shivers, knowing full well what effect that had on him.
 
Blake looked at her and chuckled at her comment.

"Oh yeah, keep you quiet. I shoved my shirt into your mouth to stop you from screaming. There's only so much I can do Caylin."

He said as he shivered when her fingers and nails ran along his abs and down his back. She was really getting him going and he was a heart beat away from throwing her clothes off. With that known to him now he stood up quickly and locked the door of the room they were in. He then all but ripped his shirt off and was on top of her kissing her deeply and working her shirt up and over her bra. As he did this they were both in a mad scramble to get their clothes off, all while still kissing one another and stroking bared skin at the same time.
 
She smiled moving up on the bed as he locked the door and pulled his shirt off.
"I dont care if you keep me quiet now." smiling wide as she laughs. He moves over her quickly, moving to pull her shirt off. Her hair still damp as she reaches back and unhooks her bra as they kiss. Taking it off and tossing it about in the room. Kissing him hard and fast, nipping at his lips just as he had done to her. Her hands move down his chest towards the buttons of his pants. letting her hands rest there.

She looks straight up at him as she runs her hand over the buldge in his pants. Smiling wide as she sees him groan. She unbuttons his pants and slowly lets her hand slip into them. Moaning softly as she can feel his warm cock in her hand.
 
When Caylin got her hand on his cock he moaned and shivered a bit. Her hand on him felt way too good and all too familiar. However that didn't stop him as he gripped her pants and worked them down off of her legs and tossed both pants and panties onto the floor as he kicked his pants and boxers off as well. When they were both nude he admired her body for a moment, blazing a trail of white hot kisses up and down her body as his hands dragged along her skin and finally stopped on her breasts where he teased the thick globes and rubbed them firmly, stroking the nipples with the rough padding on his thumbs.

Moving his lips down her stomach and along her pelvis he was happy she was smooth shaven as he kissed her nether lips and slowly began licking her, spreading her folds with his tongue as the tip of his tongue slipped along her clit and swirled around the tight bud. His lips locked over it as he sucked the clit out from under the small hood it was under and focused on driving its sensitivity through the roof while he still continued to tease her nipples.
 
Everything about him was a little rough; his hands, his jaw, how he took her clothing off. But she didnt care, all that mattered was that after 4 years, he was taking her clothes off. She saw the excitement in his eyes as he looked over her body, like she was the prize he had been waiting for. She sighs softly as his lips meet her skin, his fingers moving over the taught skin of her breasts. Her hand on his wrist as he moves his lips down her stomach and hips.

She gasps as he pushes her legs open and kisses her lips. Moaning softly as he works with his tongue and teeth, he still knew exactly what to do to push her. Biting her lip as she moans, it doesnt take long for her legs to start to tremble. She jumps as he finds her clit and takes it between his lips. Arching her back up to meet him.

"Oh god Blake, yes." She murmurs.
 
As Caylin started to get more and more vocal and into what he was doing he smiled at her motions, the sounds of her sweet moans and decided to give her something to really scream about. Moving his right hand from her breast he slid it down her body and soon slipped his middle finger inside the tight entrance of her pussy. His finger dove inside and quickly found her g-spot, as he began stroking the hypersensitive jumble of nerves while his mouth and tongue focused on her clit.

He lapped at the juices that were pouring out of her and moved his hand along with her hips as she ground them against his hand. Looking up at her he could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest, he could feel her inner muscles shaking and convulsing around his finger and he had to move his head more than once to avoid being squeezed by her legs. Pulling his mouth from her clit he leaned up and kissed her lips as his fingers continued to work magic on her pussy.

"Cum for me baby..."
 
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