“Who’s making you feel good, baby?”
“You,” I whimper, reaching out to hold his wrist. I’m not certain if I mean to stop or encourage him, but my grip has no effect on his speed.
“Say my name,” he growls, pinching my clit and making me squeal. A chorus of ‘Cal’, ‘please’ and ‘yes’ spills from my lips as I chant his name like a prayer.
“I—oh, I’m close.”
“Hold it, not yet.”
Another pinch, a tap, and his fingers thrust in again, curling until they’re massaging me in a spot I firmly believed was a myth. Tension coils within me, winding me tighter and tighter. My stomach contracts, my body priming for the rush that beckons me.
“There it is,” Cal croons, his lips brushing my ear as he flicks my clit and scissors into me.
“Cal,” I choke, my face turning into the bicep pillowing my neck. His arm bends to wrap across my collarbone, anchoring my shoulder tightly to his. My legs quake, unable to withstand the wait.
“Come for me baby, let go. I’m here to catch you.”
His permission tips me over the edge. I fall apart with a broken sob I have no hope of muffling. Tears rush to my scrunched eyes, leaking down the sides of my face as I shake with the intensity of my orgasm. My body feels like it’s floating and drowning all at once, but I have no energy left in me to thrash to safety. I drag in deep, desperate breaths, unable to gain control of myself. I’m helpless, held against the body of a man who’s altered me irrevocably.
Cal continues to work me over, letting me ride the wave fully before rolling me onto my back. His face hovers above me, clearlyhighlighted by the lights streaming in from the windowpanes on one side and the golden glow of the night-lamp on the other.
“Good tears or bad?” he asks quietly, his fingers dancing down the length of my arm in a soothing stroke.
“Good.” My voice is hushed, my mind still reeling. He closes the gap between us, brushing a kiss over my damp cheek before pressing his lips to mine.
My mouth parts immediately; his tongue dips in, the salt of my tear and a flavor that’s innately him mixing together in a heady combination I could get hooked on. And, god help me, my nipples harden in response. He must be some sort of magician who’s bewitched my body to react to every little thing he does.
He breathes; I stand in attention. He touches me; I go up in flames. He kisses me; I am reborn.
We finally break apart but, when our eyes meet, even in the soft light, I feel caught.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers.
A crack within me fills and I bite down on my lower lip as the burn behind my eyes intensifies.
“Now what?” I clear my throat so I don’t sound like I’m about to cry. One bout of tears per sexual encounter is any sane person’s limit. “Are you going back to your room?”
“Do you want me to leave?”
I shake my head truthfully. “No.”
A pleased grin brightens his expression.
“I don’t want to leave either. Especially since I’d be walking out wearing my cum.”
My mouth pops open.
“You. . . you came in your pants?” Incredulity has my voice pitching high at the last word. Cal huffs out a sheepishly proud chuckle.
“The sexiest woman I’ve ever known was letting me finger fuck her, all while making delicious noises that will get me hard for years.So yeah, I came in my pants grinding against your sweet ass like a fucking teen. You’ve wrecked me.”
I snicker. His words are crude, but his message buoys my confidence more than any compliment could.
“You like hearing that, brat?” He playfully bites the side of my neck with a growl, smacking my ass and making me giggle wildly.
“It’s a compliment. I’m learning to take a compliment,” I tease, wriggling more when his stubble tickles me as he kisses me under my jaw. I bask in the delight of his affection, my fears finally quieter than they were earlier in the evening.
“Damn right, you are. C’mon, gorgeous,” he pats the side of my thigh as he helps me up. “Let’s get cleaned up and you can keep me warm tonight, you lucky girl.”