by Julia Goda
It quickly got heated after that.
“Gonna fuck you now, baby,” Cal growled as he took my mouth in a wild and deep kiss.
I wanted that, badly, so I returned his kiss with the same enthusiasm.
One of his hands fisted in my hair, the other gripped my ass, and he pulled me in closer so he could grind into me. I stroked him faster, my grip firm and unrelenting. His hand at my ass moved down and in between my legs from behind where he found my clit and started rubbing and circling. I groaned against his tongue and opened my legs wider and tipped up my ass to give him better access. My womb clenched and I rubbed my hard nipples across his naked chest, something he had denied me last night.
The friction felt absolutely amazing.
“Gonna take you hard and fast.” Cal’s voice was a low rumble that I could feel in his chest.
“Yes,” I breathed. I wanted him inside of me, taking me hard and fast. No, I needed him inside of me, taking me hard and fast. Now.
Cal pressed against me and walked me backwards until I hit the counter, where he gripped my ass and lifted me up to sit on its edge. He spread my legs with his hands on the inside of my knees and moved his hips in between them, rocking and grinding into my hand that was still latched onto him. Then he plunged a long finger inside me, making my sex clench around him, trying to pull him in deeper.
“Wet. And hot. Gonna take that wet and hot pussy, baby. Make it mine. I’ll ride you so hard you’ll scream my name.”
God, that sounded good.
I tore my mouth from his and moaned. I could feel myself getting wetter with every stroke of his finger.
I couldn’t wait.
My sex spasmed in anticipation as I pulled his now rock hard cock closer to me until his tip touched my clit. Cal pulled his finger out of me and spread my wetness around, circling and pressing in. Feeling both his finger and his cock at my sex was driving me crazy with lust. I guided him to my entrance, then let go of him and he plunged his length into me in one hard thrust. I threw my head back and moaned. Cal gripped my ass to hold me still. His head was bent and his forehead was leaning against my chest. He was breathing hard as he watched himself thrusting in and out of me.
“You are so tight and hot, baby. So fucking perfect,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Feel it, baby. Feel how perfect you are for me.” That’s when he started rocking into me in earnest, taking me deep and hard. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on. His hands at my hips kept me in place while he plunged into me over and over again, fast, rough, wild. Absolutely delicious. I wrapped my legs around Cal’s waist and used my calves to push him into me harder, demanding more. He fisted his hand in my hair and pulled my mouth to his to take it in a wild and abandoned kiss.
God, nothing had ever felt this good!
The tension built inside me. I could feel the heat spreading throughout my body. My sex started clenching him as I tore my mouth from his and panted, “Cal—”
“I can feel it, baby. I can feel your pussy sucking me in. I want it. Give it to me. Let go!” He shouted. His hips were bucking against me, losing control. The knowledge of that, of me making him lose control, pushed me over the edge and made me explode around him. An orgasm so powerful I could feel it in every cell of my body shot through me, making my toes curl and my body shudder and shake. I cried out his name while Cal’s thrusts became frantic. I could feel his cock swell inside me, then with one last thrust he buried himself deep and came on a loud bark, head thrown back, muscles strained at his neck.
My hold on him stayed tight with all four limbs while we both tried to calm down. My face was buried in his neck, his face was buried in mine as we held each other and waited for our breaths to slow down and our bodies to stop shaking.
I thought what he gave me last night had been phenomenal, but sex with Cal topped everything I had ever experienced. I hadn’t known it could be this hot and wild and passionate and raw. I enjoyed sex before and had been told by some of my lovers that I was hot in bed, but what just happened was in a completely different league. I didn’t know what that league was called, but it was off the charts.
While I was thinking this, Cal started gliding in and out of me gently, and that felt so intimate and caring that it made my throat constrict. Nobody had ever done that before, either. To be honest, I had never given anyone the chance to. As I said, I was a slam-bam-thank-you-man kinda person. No cuddling, no soft touches, no after sex pillow talk, definitely no gliding.
But Cal made me feel protected and safe and warm enough to let him.
I trusted him.
I knew he wouldn’t hurt me.
He respected me, thought I was cute and funny and sweet.
Called me his woman and wanted to take care of me.
That’s why I felt secure enough to let go with him, to throw attitude or be cute and sweet or a total dork, to cuddle and fall asleep in his arms, to be me. I didn’t get scared when he grabbed me or was up in my space or dragged me across the room or pulled me into his body or closed in on me.
Because I trusted him.
He let me be me.
No, he not only wanted me to be me, he demanded it.
And somehow I trusted him enough to give it to him.
Betty had been right. I had been hiding from everyone. Even from myself. Not trusting my judgment with men, afraid to make the wrong choice again and end up hurt, I took away my own choices and created rules that forced me to liv a restricted and predictable life.
But now I could feel it.
This was me.
This was the person that had been buried under all the pain and hurt and fear. So I let go of the remains of my lingering anxiety and insecurity and let the warmth settle in my heart.
Cal nibbled and kissed my neck while he still softly glided in and out of me, and I sighed contentedly.
“You okay, baby? Was it too rough?” he mumbled into my neck.
Oh yeah, he cared about me.
I lifted my face out of his neck and locked eyes with him.
“I’m okay,” I whispered, “more than okay, actually.”
His eyes roamed my face, searching. Then they came to mine and melted, turning a deep shade of blue. “Yeah. You are.” He sounded proud.
His hand came up to cup the side of my neck and his thumb stroked my cheek softly. Then he kissed my forehead and slowly pulled out of me. He lifted me off the counter and carried me to the shower, then put me down, turned on the water, and pulled me in and under the spray.
Silently, he started washing me, massaging the shampoo into my hair, then rinsing it, then he turned me around so that his front was to my back and he cleaned my body, rubbing the soap in his hands and spreading it over by breasts, under and over my arms, down my sides to my stomach, further down, gently rubbing my sex, down my legs to my feet.
It made me feel cherished.
I understood. This was Cal’s way of showing me without words another way of how he was going to take care of me, and I loved it. That’s why I leaned into his body and relaxed.
On his way back up my body he stopped at my ass and gently nipped and bit each cheek, then glided his tongue up my back towards my shoulder where he kept nipping and kissing gently, intimately. His hands came to the front of my body, crisscrossing over my stomach, one hand going up to my breast, one heading down into my curls and finding my clit. His finger circled lazily through my wetness, then dipped inside me, stroked softly, then back out and circling again.
I hummed my contentment.
His hand at my breast was kneading gently, his thumb flicking my nipple while he continued to kiss and lick at my shoulder and neck. He had me completely primed again within short minutes of this and had me grinding into his hardness at my ass.
I was getting needy and desperate for him again.
I leaned my head back to rest against his shoulder and closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of him surrounding me. The gentle pressure at my clit increased and made me moan and circle my
hips. I reached behind me and put my hands at his firm ass pulling him closer to me, grinding my ass harder against his cock. His finger kept circling softly, then he dipped two inside me and stroked lazily while pinching my nipple. His thumb at my clit rubbed and flicked, and his fingers pumped in and out of me, slowly building the pressure inside me. I turned my face and moaned into his neck. Cal dipped his head and captured my mouth, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and taking it in a deep and demanding kiss. My moans grew louder and more frantic as his fingers started going faster and his thumb flicked harder. He pinched my nipple, then crooked his fingers inside me and found my spot, making me explode around his fingers within seconds, making me moan my release against his tongue.
My legs gave out so that he had to wrap his arm around my waist to hold me up. Cal let me come down from my high and kissed my temple. When my breathing had evened out and I opened my eyes, he smiled proudly and gave me a peck on the lips, then turned me around to face him and started washing his own body.
Wow.
Cal gave really good orgasms.
And lots of them.
I tried to get ahold of myself as I leaned against the shower wall and enjoyed watching him finish up his shower.
“You’re beautiful,” I breathed.
Cal gave me a cocky grin, then kissed me on the mouth. He turned off the water, grabbed my hand, led me out of the shower, took a towel off the rack, and proceeded to dry me off. “You’re very good at this,” I said.
“Good at what?” He asked
“Taking care of me.” His eyes shot up to capture mine, and he said, “That’s the plan. Get used to it.” That warmth in my stomach spread further and I closed my eyes.
“I’ll try,” I whispered, overwhelmed by his gentleness.
Cal finished drying my body, then turned me towards the door and slapped me on the ass while saying, “Get dressed, baby. You need coffee.” I jumped and narrowed my eyes at him over my shoulder. He chuckled in response and shook his head in amusement, then grabbed another towel to dry himself off. I went to the bedroom to get dressed, because he was right—I needed coffee.
*****
After we both got ready, Cal drove us into town. He parked right in front of the diner and got out on his side. I waited impatiently—at this point I had been up for over an hour and was desperate for a hot cup o’ joe—for him to come and open my door for me, then hopped out and, not waiting for him, I hurried towards the diner. I was slowed down by an arm being swung around my neck and was pulled into Cal’s side. He stopped me, moved me, so that our bodies were touching front to front, and looked down at me.
“In a hurry?” He asked me through a smile. I narrowed my eyes at him and said, “Yes, Cal, I’m in a hurry. I need coffee. I thought we established that.” His eyes focused on my frown and started dancing, then came back to mine as he mumbled to himself, “See the orgasms have worn off.”
I gasped in shock, looked around, then slapped his arm while I hissed through my teeth, “Cal, shut up!”
“Why?” He was still amused.
Actually, it looked like he was getting more so by the second, which in turn made me getting more pissed by the second. And when I was pissed, I couldn’t always control what came out of my mouth.
“I’m glad I amuse you, honey, but it’s nobody’s business that you pulled me out of bed an hour ago when I was not done sleeping and then commenced in giving me two out of this world orgasms before I even had that first drop of coffee!”
Seeing as I was pissed I could not only not control what was coming out of my mouth, I also could not control the volume at which the words were coming out of my mouth. Which meant that I was unknowingly screeching for all and sundry to hear what Cal and I had been doing in the last hour, thus ironically doing the exact opposite of what I was telling Cal to do.
Cal pressed his lips together in an effort not to laugh. I growled and narrowed my eyes to slits.
Cal burst out laughing, head thrown back, loud out laughing. As he had done once before, he buried his face in my neck as he continued shaking with laughter. This time, though, I wasn’t giving in. I kept my body stiff and waited for him to be done. When he lifted his head again, his shoulders were still shaking. Upon seeing my frown still firmly in place he kissed me.
Not kissed me, but kissed me.
In front of the diner where everyone could see.
A full on, full tongue, wet and hot kiss.
When he was done, he didn’t move back but kept his lips touching mine and said with laughter still lacing his voice, “Out of this world, huh? Baby, if it wasn’t written all over your face that I just fucked you and fucked you good, your screeching it across town probably didn’t help in keeping that quiet.”
My body stiffened and my eyes grew wide in embarrassment.
Cal pressed his mouth firmer to mine and pulled my body more tightly into his to keep me from retreating. His tongue again demanded entrance and I was such a floozy that I couldn’t resist him and opened my mouth under his. When he went deep and touched his tongue to mine, my body instantly melted into his and I kissed him back.
“Baby, no reason to be embarrassed,” Cal said gently and, yes, you guessed it, still amused. “Don’t you get it yet? I want everyone to know you’re mine. That includes them seeing that I give it to you so good that your face is still flushed and your eyes shine bright hours later. I will kiss you wherever and whenever I want, however I want. Get used to it, baby, because for you and me, this is it.” After that only slightly terrifying statement he turned me back into his side, kissed my temple, and walked us into the diner.
I was too stunned to say anything and thus, let him drag me with him stiffly.
Cal found a table by the window. Thinking about me being a complete dork on top of my face still being flushed from the fantastic sex I had been introduced to just an hour ago and everyone being able to tell, had me fidget in my seat. I was sure the kiss Cal just lay on me didn’t help with my not-being-flushed complexion, either. Add the fact that I was now officially Cal’s woman and his promise that he would make sure everyone knew it, and I was turning into a nervous mess. I wasn’t sure where to look, didn’t want to make eye contact with anyone, so I decided to stare out the window until my coffee arrived and I had something else to focus on.
While I was waiting, I had my chin resting in one hand while the fingers of the other were tapping against the tabletop. Cal of course, was sitting beside me and had claimed me with an arm behind the back of my seat. I knew he was looking at me, could practically feel his eyes burning a hole into the side of my face, but I pretended I didn’t notice and kept staring out the window.
His hand came down on top of my fidgeting one, and he laced his fingers through mine. That surprised me and I gave a small start. My eyes went to our joined hands. This very intimate gesture of interlacing his fingers with mine, his thumb gliding back and forth in small movements, made me relax and freak out at the same time. I wasn’t used to this kind of intimacy, especially not in public.
Heck, apart from Cal taking me out to dinner two nights ago, I hadn’t even been on a real date in the last ten years. This public display of intimacy was making me uncomfortable and insecure. Not knowing how to react without being a dork and making another scene that would probably enhance my flush again, I just kept staring at our intertwined hands, not sure what to think or where to even begin.
“What are you nervous about?” Cal quietly mumbled only for me to hear, taking me out of my quiet but intense inner freak out.
“Um—” I wasn’t so sure myself, since there was a lot to be nervous about.
“Ivey, most people in town already knew this would happen eventually. I’ve been stalking you for a week, and for everyone who knows me my intentions were clear. My ma has been trying to throw you into my path for the last nine years and she is a talker, so you can be sure that she shared her opinion on that matter. Mostly everyone will be happy for us. Though, I don’t really car
e what they think, and neither should you. All that counts is making each other happy.”
That was a nice thing to say, and he was probably right.
Ruth had told me last week that Cal behaved like he was my man and a lot of people had witnessed our episodes in the bookstore or our run-ins in town. None of them had said anything nasty or given me the impression that they didn’t approve of us as a couple. On the contrary. Everyone seemed to already have accepted us as if they had known it would eventually happen and were relieved it finally had.
But I had no experience with this sort of thing.
“That’s not it. What makes me nervous is that all of a sudden, I’m a part of an us. I don’t know how to do this, Cal.” My anxiety was clear in my voice.
“I haven’t done this in a long time either, baby, but we’ll figure it out together. That’s the whole point of being an us. You gave yourself to me yesterday when you let me take care of you after that asshole threw a fit in your bookstore, when you let me cook for you and feed you in my house, last night when you let me take care of you in a different way and then stayed the night wrapped up in my arms. And again this morning when we took care of each other. I promise you, Ivey, if you let me in, I’ll treat you with care. Always. Have faith in me. Have faith in us.” His words and the obvious and unwavering sincerity in his eyes did a great deal in the way of settling me down. He was right. I was being a baby about this. Cal had made it very clear that from the start that I had his undivided attention whenever he was with me. That he didn’t care who saw us hug or snuggle or kiss. So I couldn’t say that I hadn’t known what I was getting myself into. I had decided to give this a chance, which meant I couldn’t hold on to my strict rules since they didn’t apply here, couldn’t apply to the type of relationship Cal and I were starting. We were building something together. Something important. I could feel it. Yes, it had only been a few days of actually being together, but it already felt more solid and real than any relationship I had ever had. Yes, it was scary and made me nervous and it probably would for a while. Only time would help me get over my issues. So I’d give it time. I nodded.
