Intimate

by Noelle Adams

  “It’s our space now,” he said at last.

  This was exactly the right thing to say. She grabbed him and pulled him into a kiss.

  When they parted, she settled herself beside him and sighed contentedly as he rubbed her back.

  Slowly, his hand slid lower as they lay companionably together, until it reached the hem of her nightgown, just at the top of her thigh. A familiar spark ignited in his eyes as he discovered for the first time that she wasn’t wearing panties.

  “I was just trying something new,” she explained, soft laughter rippling out at his expression.

  He moved so suddenly she squeaked, pushing her onto her back and rolling on top of her. “What were you trying?”

  Her body tightened at the sound of his husky voice and the hot possessiveness of his expression. “Just trying to see if I could not be a good girl all the time.”

  His face changed. “I like you as a good girl.”

  She felt an unexpected tightening of emotion at the sincerity she saw in his expression.

  Then he added, his gaze growing hotter again. “I also like you without underwear.”

  She laughed again.

  “Now. Did you want to fight about the covers some more, or did you want to do something else?”

  “Something else, please.” She smiled at him affectionately, despite the way her body was starting to react.

  He shifted down and mouthed one breast over her nightgown until the black satin was moist and her nipple was tightly peaked. At the same time, his fingers were busy elsewhere. She wriggled and shivered as his hands and mouth worked her over, until she finally demanded—after a low, pitiful moan of pleasure—"Enough, Caleb. I’m about to scream.”

  Caleb raised his head and looked at her inquisitively. “Really?”

  She was flushed, tingling, and very wet, but she managed to curl her lip disdainfully. “But I won’t. Your ego doesn’t need any more stroking.”

  “If you won’t stroke my ego, maybe—”

  “Don’t even say it.” But, since he was grinning so endearingly, she reached out and found another part of him to stroke.

  As she ran her fingers up and down the length of his hard flesh, he closed his eyes and exhaled in pleasure. She was really getting into it when he opened his eyes, leaned down, and kissed her full on the lips.

  Always adaptable, Marissa kept up her massage but kissed him back enthusiastically. She put up a pretty good defense against the assault of his tongue, and they were both breathless when Caleb finally drew back.

  “Any special requests?” he murmured.

  “We’ve done enough of my special requests. We should do one of your special requests this morning.”

  “My special request is to make you come as hard and as often as possible.”

  She shook with hilarity, although the words, in that gravelly voice, were definitely hot.

  His eyes narrowed with feigned disapproval. “It wasn’t supposed to be a joke.”

  “I know. You should keep talking that way, and you’ll really turn me on.” She managed to subdue her giggles. “But seriously. Didn’t you ever have dreams or fantasies about me before we got together?”

  Caleb gave a muffled burst of laughter. “If only you knew how ironic that question is.”

  “So you did?”

  “You have no idea.” He moved his head away from her lips so he could kiss her mouth.

  “Well, tell me about them, and then maybe we can make them real. I don’t always have to be a good girl.”

  “I told you I like you as—”

  “I know. But I might want to do them. Tell me.”

  “Most of them weren’t really very exotic. In one, we just made love on the couch.”

  “Well, we’ve already done that, so I’m already a step ahead. What else?”

  Caleb opened his mouth, but closed it again.

  “What?” she prompted. “Did you remember one that might work?”

  He gave her smoldering look.

  She almost hugged herself in anticipation. “So what was it? Can we do it now? It doesn’t require any props or special locales, does it?”

  He hesitated. “No. But it would work better if we didn’t plan ahead.” He licked a line across her jaw. “I’ll surprise you.”

  Realizing intuitively that he was going to be stubborn about this, Marissa sighed in resignation. “All right. Surprise me with it sometime. But what should we do now, then?”

  Caleb rolled onto his back and turned his head to look at the clock on the bedside table. “Damn. You can do anything you want on your own, but I’ve got to take a shower and get going.”

  She let out an outraged squeak. “What? Now? What the hell?”

  “I have that wedding. It takes at least an hour to get there, and I have to rehearse beforehand with the pianist. I didn’t realize it was so late.” He heaved himself out of bed and stood looking down at her, mostly naked and sporting an impressive erection.

  “But I thought you wanted to have sex this morning.” She certainly had—she’d gotten all excited and everything.

  “I did, but that that was a half hour ago. We did the talking instead, and I don’t have time now. I’m sorry, baby, but I’ll make it up to you later.” He didn’t look happy, but she didn’t think he looked properly remorseful either. Mostly just matter-of-fact, as if he was already thinking about music.

  She scowled at him. “But you’re all ready to go.” She gestured down at his erection to emphasize her point.

  He leaned over and gave her another quick peck on the side of the mouth. “I’ll take care of it in the shower.”

  She lay in bed, glaring at the closed bathroom door for a minute, listening to him turn on the water.

  Then, inspired, she jumped up, threw off her nightgown, and joined Caleb in the shower.

  After all, he might need some help.

  ***

  Late that same evening, they were returning to Marissa’s apartment after having gone out to dinner at the same restaurant where they’d had their first date.

  They’d made out a little in the cab on the drive home, with Caleb getting much touchier than he usually was when they weren’t alone.

  As they rode up the elevator, Marissa was feeling kind of mushy, remember getting rained on with him and then what had followed.

  She’d grabbed him and kissed him. It had taken all the courage she had.

  They walked in the door, and Marissa stood in the entrance, staring as Caleb’s face took on an unusual expression. She hoped nothing was wrong, because she was flushed and aroused, and her nipples were poking out insistently through the thin fabric of her dress from all the stimulation Caleb had given them in the car.

  “What—”

  She never finished her question.

  He pushed her back against the wall and pressed the whole, hard length of his body into hers.

  “Oh,” Marissa grunted in surprise and pleasure, but any more words were muffled by his hungry mouth, which had claimed hers in an urgent kiss. His tongue ravaged her mouth, the force of the kiss pushing her head back against the wall.

  She could do nothing but cling to Caleb’s shoulders, feeling far different from the last time he had trapped her against the wall in this same entryway—when she'd had a panic attack and pushed him away.

  Now, her body was washed with hot waves of desire, and she wanted Caleb to take her hard and fast.

  When he finally tore his mouth away and followed a line down her jaw, she gasped, “God, Caleb, I need you now. Please take me to bed.”

  “Not to bed.” His hands were under her dress, at the edge of her lace panties. “Here.”

  She squealed in delight as he savagely ripped her panties—she hadn’t realized before that people actually did that in real life. He tossed the shredded fabric onto the floor, and his fingers found her wet arousal.

  She moaned low in her throat. “One of your fantasies?”

  “A dream.” He reached into he
r low neckline and pulled out one of her breasts. He leaned over to take it in his mouth, making her writhe helplessly against the wall.

  “Caleb.” She fumbled clumsily in an attempt to unfasten his pants. “Hurry.”

  Instead of helping her undo his pants, he knelt on the floor in front of her. Marissa sucked in her breath as she realized what his plan was, and then sucked it in even more when he pushed up her skirt and nuzzled between her thighs.

  Automatically widening her stance to make room for him, she pushed back against the wall for support. Her hands flew to clutch his head at the first flick of his tongue, and her fingers tightened as he fluttered over her clit.

  She cried out incoherently, already absurdly close to climax and unable to form real words. She tried to pump her hips, instinctively seeking a familiar rhythm.

  He raised his hands to hold her pelvis still in a bruising grip, and she whimpered as the tantalizing motion of his tongue sent out shocks of pleasure.

  She clawed at his hair and tried to fight his imprisoning grip. When he started to suck hard on her clit, she tossed her head uncontrollably, banging it a few times against the wall.

  “Fuck,” she muttered incongruously, as the pain registered through her haze of desire.

  Caleb must have recognized her tone and what caused it because he chuckled warmly against her aroused flesh.

  “Fuck,” she said again, this time not from the pain. She tried to push his face against her with more pressure. “More, please. I need more.”

  When she felt his teeth graze her lightly, she came in a powerful rush.

  She felt Caleb’s tongue again, gently now as her orgasm eased. The knowledge that he was tasting her—that he loved to taste her—produced a different kind of delight, this one centered at her heart.

  She pulled at his shoulders, trying to get him to his feet. “Please, Caleb. Now I want you inside me.”

  He stood up and quickly unfastened his pants. His eyes were molten silver.

  Marissa had never tried to live out a sexual fantasy herself, but she imagined it must be a pretty heady feeling.

  Trying to give him some encouragement, she murmured, “Take me. I want you to take me hard against the wall.” She stroked his hot erection, which he’d just freed from his pants.

  He made a throaty burst of noise and pushed her back against the wall with strong pressure. “Yeah? You want this?”

  “Oh, yeah. I want you just like this.”

  He didn’t waste any more time. He parted her legs and angled her hips. Bent his knees enough to position himself at her entrance. Then he pushed into her, the sensation full and strange in this unusual position.

  They both groaned, and Caleb grabbed her by the ass, unable to stand straight but not appearing to mind.

  “God,” she panted, “God, yes.” She pressed her back and shoulders flush against the wall and tried to thrust out her hips to make her body more accessible.

  He pulled back and pushed into her again, pushing her up with the force of his thrust.

  Her cry in response was of both pleasure and discomfort, as her body forcibly submitted to his motion. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to use it for leverage to raise her body high enough to make the thrusts more natural.

  Caleb’s eyes had been crawling over her body possessively, but as she shifted against him, he asked, “Okay?”

  “Yeah,” she assured him, not wanting her slight awkwardness to get in the way of his pleasure. She squirmed. “I want to feel more of you.”

  He let out a pleased grunt and hooked one of her legs over his elbow, lifting it off the floor and opening her body to him more completely. With this shift in position, the angle of his penetration changed, and Marissa sucked in a harsh breath at the intensifying sensations as he continued to pump into her with smaller, faster thrusts.

  He wasn’t pulling out very far, but he was driving in with a lot of force. With each push, her hips were slammed back into the wall. The discomfort wasn’t as distracting as it could have been—since it made the whole scenario feel naughtier—but she couldn’t help but realize that her whole back might be covered in bruises tomorrow.

  “More.” Despite the mild pain, she loved how strong and powerful he was, loved how he was taking her like this. “More, Caleb, more.”

  “Yes,” he hissed, his face damp and tense in concentration. He held her against the wall relentlessly, in complete control of her body. “Love you, baby—shit!”

  The last word was clearly not an exclamation of ecstasy. Rather, it sounded like surprised pain.

  “What is it?” Her rising climax halted from concern as she saw him freeze in place and twist his mouth into a distorted line.

  “Nothing. Stupid clench in my back.” He was scowling, but she knew it wasn’t at her. His position must have been pretty uncomfortable, since she was too short to allow him to stand anywhere close to upright. He tried to straighten out his back, but her body didn’t allow it.

  “Oh,” she said, still pretty aroused but not sure what they should do. “Do you want to move this to the bed after all? It’s all good to me, as long as you don’t stop completely.”

  He repositioned his hands to hold her bottom more securely. “You don’t think I give up so easily, do you? Hold onto me.”

  Realizing what he was about to do, Marissa clung to him, trying to support some of her weight as he lifted her up and held her against the wall—in this way finally able to fully straighten his legs and stretch his back.

  She wrapped her legs around him tightly and whimpered at the difference in penetration.

  “All right?” he asked hoarsely, breathing erratically and burrowing his face in the crook between her neck and shoulder.

  “Yeah.” She wriggled her hips in an attempt to get some more friction. “Really, really good. How’s your back?”

  He gave a low laugh. “Better.” He pushed into her.

  She bit her lip and squeezed her thighs around him. “Are you sure I’m not too heavy?”

  “You’re perfect. And I’ll have you know I’m in pretty good shape.”

  She giggled foolishly, her climax approaching again and her mind clouding over with lust. “Right. Really good shape. Really strong.”

  Pushing her even harder against the wall, Caleb started rocking his hips differently. Started levering up on each stroke.

  Marissa shuddered helplessly each time he pushed, and soon she was raking lines on his shoulders. “Yeah. Almost there. Harder, Caleb. Harder.”

  He accelerated their rhythm, sweat streaming down the sides of his strained face. “Come, baby. Come. Now.”

  Her mouth fell open in a silent cry as her orgasm slammed into her. Her back tried to arch against the wall, but he was pressing her too tightly against it. As her muscles clenched violently around his hard length, he pushed back against the contractions until he finally let himself go.

  He released a rough, wordless exclamation, and she felt him swell and contract. Then felt his hot release inside her.

  They were both gasping and sweating and shaking when they finally came down from their climaxes. He was leaning against her now, rather than pushing against her, and she could feel his heart pounding. Or maybe it was hers.

  For the first time, she felt a glimmer of anxiety. Then of nausea. Vague but unmistakable.

  She still felt it occasionally. She’d healed more than she could imagine in the last few months, but old scars didn’t disappear completely.

  “Sweetie, can you put me down now?” she asked, keeping any trace of discomfort out of her voice.

  He must have sensed it anyway.

  He let her slide to the floor very carefully and held her up when her knees buckled.

  She smiled as he scanned her face anxiously, her brief anxiety dispelling completely. “That was amazing. Although I’m not sure that I can walk right away.”

  “Me either.” The concern on his face relaxed as he saw she was fine.

  “You’re
supposed to be the strong, powerful man. I would have thought you could at least manage to carry me to bed while I swoon over your rampant masculinity.”

  She squealed when he swung her into his arms without warning and started walking toward her bedroom.

  Wrapping her arms around him, she gave his jaw a few wet kisses.

  “I’m still waiting for some swooning.”

  “Oh, you big, strong, powerful man,” she gushed with exaggerated saccharine. “I’m in awe of your gorgeousness and your sex appeal and absolutely enormous—”

  Her words were cut off with a huff when he dropped her on the bed. Then she huffed again when he sort of fell on top of her.

  She wiggled until she wasn’t pinned under his weight and then took him in her arms. In a different voice, she murmured, “I am in awe of you, you know.”

  She could tell the words had touched him. “Same here.”

  She was feeling incredibly satisfied when she snuggled up against him again. After a few more minutes, she asked, “Was that like you dreamed of?”

  Caleb snorted and kissed her on the top of her head. “Not exactly. I hadn’t envisioned the embarrassing cramp in my back or the bruises you’re going to get tomorrow.”

  She hadn’t thought he’d noticed her mild discomfort. “Who cares about a few bruises when you can have sex like that?”

  He smiled. “Right. It wasn’t exactly like my dream, but I think it was even better.”

  His tone changed at the end of his sentence, so Marissa looked up to check his face.

  He met her eyes with a warmth that took her breath away. “If it had been as easy as I used to dream about, then it wouldn’t mean as much as it does.”

  She knew exactly what he meant. She nestled against him more closely. They both still had on most of their clothes but neither seemed inclined to move anytime soon.

  Then he said one more thing. “It wouldn’t have been nearly as good.”

  Teaser from Revival (Coming Soon)

  The campus felt more normal as the students swarmed into sidewalks and lawns, on their way to their next classes or, by the looks of some of them, back to their dorm rooms to sleep.