September Tango

by Scarlett Jade

  “I've never been more sure of anything.” He grabbed her hands and held them above her head, backing her to the door. She winced. “What's wrong? Did I hurt you?”

  “No,” she whispered, “My back hurts.” She caught the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. “Do you see anything?” She showed him her creamy back. His brow furrowed as he took in the bruises.

  “Yeah, your back is bruised.” He leaned forward and brushed feather soft kisses over two of them. Goosebumps rose on her skin and she quivered. “Do you know how they got here, Beautiful?” His breath flowed across her skin and she shuddered.

  “I guess when I hit the lockers earlier.” He was tracing words on her skin with the tip of his finger. She couldn't focus on what he wrote.

  “Zoe.” She turned and he slipped his hands into her hair, tipping her face up to him. “I love you.” His mouth claimed hers, the kiss feverish and rough. She grabbed his belt loops and hung on as he ravished her mouth, his lips firm yet plush. He swept his tongue into her mouth, tangling and suckling hers. She groaned and pulled his hips tighter into hers. She could feel his erection pressing against her hip and it fueled the throb building in her belly.

  He eased back and pulled her to the king sized bed, draped in gold and crimson. “I want to see you,” he murmured.

  “I only strip if you do,” she quipped.

  “Undress me.” He smiled. She looked at him through her lashes and caught the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. He bent his head and brushed a kiss against the swell of her breast. She bit her lip as she unbuttoned his pants. He caught her hands with a growl. “Not yet.”

  She pulled her hands from his grasp. “Yes, yet.”

  She teased her fingertips over his ribs and down his abs, tracing each muscle. She slid her hands into his pants, and skimmed under the waistband of his boxers. He growled as she pushed them off his hips, his cock standing proud and straight. She caught him in her hand, smoothing her hot palm up and down his length. He hissed and his head rolled back. Before he could stop her, she knelt before him and took him into her mouth. Watching her mouth swirl over the head of his dick was almost his undoing. He watched in fascination as her pink tongue traced circles on his shaft. He jerked as she took him into her mouth again. He slid a hand into her hair, undoing her pony tail. He groaned as she suckled him.

  “You need to stop,” he groaned huskily.

  “Do I?” She breathed against him, her breath sending hot waves over his skin. He pulled her to standing.

  “I want to make you scream, Zoe.” He kissed her again, his hands skimming her shoulders. He pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth and her chin. Her head slid back and he nipped and licked down her neck, the rasp of his beard against her skin making her gasp. “You are beautiful,” he murmured as he splayed his fingers on her lower back and traced whisper soft trails on her skin.

  “Calvin, you're driving me crazy,” she moaned as he kissed her collarbone.

  “Am I?” He breathed. “Baby, I haven't even gotten started yet.” She felt his hands deftly undoing her bra, the lace sliding between them, long forgotten. Her breasts brushed his chest and she bit her lip at the zing of desire that spread from her nipples to her core. He smiled as he stroked one creamy breast. She was flushed with desire, her eyes going glassy. “Mmm... I love watching you blush.”

  “Do you?” Her breath hitched as he knelt and caught her nipple in his mouth. She grabbed his shoulders and fought to keep her legs from giving out. He locked his arm behind her, supporting her weight as he suckled and nibbled her breast. “Calvin...” she groaned as he licked a slow trail between her breasts and caught the other nipple in his mouth.

  “Are you going to beg?” He smiled against her skin, flicking her nipple with the tip of his tongue.

  “No,” she gasped as he sucked her nipple again.

  “You will.” He turned and eased her back on the bed. She fell against the scarlet and gold blanket, her dark hair spreading out like a fan around her. Her creamy skin glowed against the rich colors and he stared for a second before he kicked his sneakers off and shifted his jeans and boxers the rest of the way down. He brushed the waistband of her jeans. “I think these need to go.”

  “Undress me,” she growled softly.

  “You are going to be my undoing, Zoe.” He flicked the button free and she lifted her hips. He shimmied the jeans off, revealing a lacy black pair of panties. “Mmm, beautiful but very unnecessary right now.” He leaned forward, catching the edge between his teeth and slid them down her long legs. He planted slow kisses from her delicate ankles up to her thighs, alternating kisses between them. She gasped as he nibbled her inner thigh. She clamped her thighs together.

  “You... Don't. You can't.” She shook her head.

  “Why?” He kissed her knee softly

  “Derek said I wasn't... He said he didn't like it.” She flushed deeper, crimson flooding her breasts.

  He eased her legs open and lay over her, holding himself up. “Am I Derek?” He kissed her slowly and sweetly, his mouth breaking down her defenses. He kissed her jaw and whispered again, “Am I Derek?”

  “No...” she moaned as he kissed her neck again. A drumming was building deep in her core.

  “Let me love you, Zoe.” He moved to her breasts and teased both breasts again, suckling and rolling her nipples with his tongue. She was panting with desire. “I just want to make you feel beautiful, Zoe. Let me.” He slowly kissed down her quivering belly. “I'll stop if you don't like it.” He swirled circles with his tongue around her belly button. She moaned, her head thrashing against the blanket. “Zoe?” He paused just above her sex, his breath tickling her exquisitely sensitive skin.

  “Calvin!” She cried out.

  “Yes?” He smiled against her thigh.

  “Please,” she croaked.

  “Please, what, Beautiful?” He kissed closer to her throbbing core.

  “Make love to me!” She screamed, grabbing the blankets with her fists. He slid his tongue between her lips, one tortuously slow lick. She gasped and sobbed at the shafts of desire sparkling through her body. “Calvin!” She screamed out again, the drums beating faster. He teased one finger at her core, sliding in a mere inch, and stalling his tongue. “Please... please. Calvin, please.”

  He teased his finger into her, stroking her. She started quaking around him and he knew she was devastatingly close. He slipped a second finger into her and suckled her nub once. She screamed and arched off the bed as she exploded. He withdrew his fingers and stood, pulling her legs around his waist. “Are you on birth control, Zoe? I have condoms if you are not.”

  “Yes, I am,” she gasped.

  “I'm clean. I haven't been with anyone in five years.” His cock nudged against her and she gasped, a mini shock coursing through her veins. “Zoe. Are you sure about this?”

  “Calvin, I swear to God, if you don't stop talking and make love to me, I'm going to die. I want you!” She sobbed.

  He gritted his teeth as he entered her slowly. Her walls clamped around him, pulling him in. Her eyes were unfocused and her breathing was erratic. She was close to orgasm again, he could feel it. He grabbed her hips and pushed the rest of the way in, her scream echoed off the walls. She gasped and moaned over and over as he took her, slow and deep. He grabbed her hips harder, pulling her ass off the bed and drilled into her fast and hard now, her cries of pleasure the only thing he could hear over the roar of his heartbeat. She clenched around him again and it was his downfall. He cried her name as he exploded. He looked down at her and leaned forward, kissing her gently. “I love you,” he breathed against her mouth.

  She looked deep into his eyes. “I've always loved you.”

  “Zoe...” He shook his head. “God damn, I was such an idiot not to see it before. I'm sorry.”

  She shrugged, sitting up and twining her arms around his neck. “As long as you see it now, there's no need to say you're sorry.”

  He ki
ssed her lips sweetly and murmured, “I do, Zoe.” He rested his forehead against hers. “How about you go take a long hot bath. I bet it will help your back feel better.”

  “Okay.” He stepped back and took her hand, leading her into the bathroom. The floor was marble, with an ivory toilet and pedestal sink. A large tub sat against the wall, it was large and round with multiple whirlpool jets. “Wanna join me? I'll wash your back.” She trailed her fingers down his spine and he felt himself getting hard again. He knelt to turn the water on and adjusted it to just short of too hot. He lifted a container of bubble bath and poured some under the spigot. The water foamed luxuriously and the scent of vanilla filled the air. He finally turned back to her with a sheepish grin.

  “Yeah, I'd love to.” His eyes were hungry and hot and she definitely couldn't help but notice his erection.

  “Calvin,” she whispered, her tell-tale flush flooding down her neck. He leaned forward and traced the flush trails with his tongue. She groaned at the simple stroke of his tongue. “You have no idea how many nights I fantasized about you in high school.” She bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning at the kiss he pressed against her neck.

  “Only in high school?” He smiled against her collarbone.

  “No. You definitely made an appearance several times since.”

  “Oh?” He turned the water off and stepped into the tub, reclining against the edge. “Get in here and let me take care of you, Zoe.” He held out his hand and she took it, stepping over into the warm, fragrant water. She let out a hiss as the water sluiced up her sides, touching her bruises. He took a washcloth and lathered it up with more of the vanilla bubble bath before gently stroking it over her skin. He swept her hair over her shoulder so he could lovingly caress every inch of her back. She was lulled into a sultry stupor as his hands swept over her body. After he finished with her back, he pulled her into his chest and brought the foamy cloth to her chest, sweeping the creamy bubbles over her breasts and neck. She shivered and leaned her head against his shoulder.

  An overwhelming wave of sadness hit her. “Calvin?” She squeaked out, her throat tight.

  “Yeah, Beautiful?” He kissed her ear.

  “I don't want you to go.” She turned quickly in the tub and pressed her mouth to his, desperately seeking. He dropped the cloth into the water, it sinking into the deep, before holding her face gently in his hands and returning her kiss. A sob escaped her mouth and he pulled back.

  “Baby, don't cry. We still have time together.” He wiped the glistening tears from her cheeks. She turned and pressed a kiss in his palm.

  “It isn't going to be enough for me, Calvin.”

  “Then let's do all we can while we have the time.” He pulled her mouth back to his, their tongues tangling. He kissed her cheeks, tasting her tears on his mouth. “Don't cry, Beautiful.”

  She reached beneath the water and stroked him slowly, teasing him with her hand. “Love me, Calvin.”

  He stroked her slippery skin and kissed her again before standing quickly, the water sluicing off his body. He pulled her up to standing and kissed her again. He stepped out of the tub, grabbing two thick, fluffy towels. He opened one and wrapped her in it, gently wiping the water off of her body. She quivered at the intimacy. She took the other towel from him as she stepped out of the water and mimicked his movements, slowly drying his body. He lifted her in his arms quickly, her squeak silenced by his mouth as he kissed her. He carried her back to the bed, laying her flushed body on the bed, her head on the pillows. He climbed over her and slid a hand between them, finding her heat. She bucked her hips as he worked his hand over her core, swirling and teasing. He lifted her hips slightly and drove into her, catching her surprised cry in his mouth.

  He moved slowly, kissing down her neck, brushing his mouth over her collarbones and down to her breasts. He undulated his hips at a snail's pace, driving her crazy. “Calvin, please.”

  “Not yet.” He caught her nipple in his mouth, laving the pink tip with his tongue, before swirling over to her other breast, and giving it attention. She reached down, grabbing his hips, trying to increase the frustratingly slow pace. He caught her hands and pulled them over her head, holding her still. “Not yet, Beautiful.” He withdrew from her body and planted kisses on her heated skin as he slipped down to her sex. He flicked his tongue between her lips and she cried his name. He devoured her, his tongue swirling wicked circles over her heated nub, over and over, suckling and then cooling her down with the barest touch before building her up again. She felt like she was on a roller coaster, the pinnacle of orgasm just within her reach before he'd slow the tempo. She was bucking her hips to meet his mouth, and the drumming in her core was frantic. She was so incredibly close, and he stopped, pressing a kiss to her thigh. She felt him smile against her skin.

  “Calvin, no. Please.” She sobbed.

  He lay back on the bed and patted his hard thighs. “Get up here.”

  She sat up and climbed on his lap eagerly, desire overriding her fear of girl on top. Derek had never liked it, but this isn't Derek, she told herself. He reached between them, sliding his cock into place. She shifted, taking him in only part of the way. He grabbed her hips and arched up, sliding in another fraction of an inch.

  “Not yet,” she whispered wickedly. He grinned and palmed her breasts with his large hands. Her head fell back, and she groaned, taking him in, inch by incredible inch. He hissed and grabbed her hips again, arching into her and pulling her down. She shook with the force, relishing the feel of him completely inside her. He held her hips and let her find her own rhythm, only arching into her at her speed. He then pulled her to him, burying his face in her breasts, licking and suckling her. He used one hand to press on her ass, grinding her into him. She let herself go and she rode him until she shattered, her scream being muffled in his neck. He nipped her shoulder as he arched into her, his cock slamming deep inside her. She felt her body tightening again and she exploded around him, bringing him with her this time. She collapsed on his chest, and they lay that way for a while, letting their breathing regulate. He kissed her shoulder.

  “You are amazing.” He wrapped his arms around her and her eyes slid shut. She was exhausted from all of the emotion of the day. He stroked her hair gently, the satiny strands sliding between his fingers. It felt so unbelievably right holding her in his arms. Why did I never notice her more? Why was it always Callie?

  A voice deep in his psyche responded, because, she always made sure you noticed no one else. He sighed, knowing it was the truth. He eased her off his chest and she curled on her side, he pulled a blanket up on her and grabbed the TV remote, turning the TV on low.

  He dozed off watching some cooking show.

  Chapter Twelve – Sunday

  He woke up to the early morning light filtering through the drapes and stretched, finding Zoe missing from the bed. His heart picked up in panic until he realized the shower was running. He smiled and tossed the blanket back before walking to the bathroom door and easing inside. She was humming a song he couldn't place and he could smell vanilla and something flowery from the soap she was using. He slid the curtain open and she turned with a gasp.

  “Calvin!” She lowered her soapy hands from her hair and her eyes went dark. “What are you doing?”

  He stepped in quickly and closed the curtain. “Taking a shower with you.” He slid his hand down her slick side, catching her hip and pulling her to him. “You feel so good.”

  “Calvin...” She groaned. Her nipples went hard and she bit her bottom lip.

  “Give me the soap,” he growled softly. She turned and picked up the bar of soap. He lathered it between his big hands and put the bar down. “Come here.” He soaped her shoulders and arms, taking it slow and gentle. He moved to her breasts, pinching her nipples as he stroked her skin. He traveled down her belly and crouched, pressing a kiss to her thigh. She grabbed the shower wall and moaned. He lathered his hands with more soap and washed down her long legs and then slowly
worked back up, before sliding his tongue between her thighs. She spread her legs and held on to his shoulders as he made love to her with his mouth, tasting and teasing her to incredible heights.

  He rinsed his hand under the shower spray and slipped a finger deep inside her. He worked her pussy while he licked, bringing her closer to orgasm with every thrust of his tongue. She exploded around his hand, her walls clamping his fingers over and over. He rose from kneeling and kissed her mouth. “Can you wash my back, Beautiful?” He grinned as he handed her the bar of soap.

  She was still quivering from orgasm. “You are an ass.”

  He smirked. “I'm a tease, there is a big difference.”

  She leaned her head back and rinsed the rest of the suds from her hair and body. “Get under the water and I'll show you a tease.” They shifted position in the shower. She licked her lips and forced herself to concentrate, but it was becoming nearly impossible. Water trickled down his body, following the curves of his muscles she longed to lick. She leaned forward, flicking her tongue over his nipple. He groaned and she watched his cock jerk. She lathered the soap in her hands and smoothed it over his chest and shoulders, mimicking what he had done, working down his abs, and kneeling to plant a kiss on his thigh. He groaned, threading a hand in her wet hair.

  She washed his sinewy legs, marveling at the muscle tone and worked her way back up, finally planting one more kiss on the shaft of his cock. He groaned from between gritted teeth. “Damn it, Zoe, you're driving me crazy.”

  She licked her lips and pushed him back so the water sluiced down his body, rinsing the soap away. She opened her lips and took him into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the heavy head, eliciting a groan from his throat and a murmured, “Yes...” She repeated the swirl and suck of the tip and he arched his hips forward, pushing himself into her mouth just a little. She pulled back and pressed a small kiss on the tip.

  “No, Calvin.” She shivered at the cooling water. “Take me to bed.” She pulled the shower curtain back and grabbed a towel before handing him one. He jumped out and pushed her against the wall.