Sweetness

by Jude Ouvrard

  I remained silent for a minute. I didn’t want to go back to my room at the dorm; I knew in my heart I would hate leaving him when the holidays were over.

  “Stay, sweetness; stay here with me.” It was obvious he was pouring his heart and soul into his quiet demand.

  “I don’t want to rush into things, Calvin.”

  He took a deep breath. “I know. But, at least promise me, you’ll think about it?”

  I nodded. At that, Calvin drew me into his arms, hugging me tightly against him.

  He gave me a last kiss and grabbed a present for himself. We’d better hurry because there was a lot to go through.

  Chapter TEN

  I WAS DEFINITELY MISSING MY parents and sister during this special day, but Calvin seemed determined to make sure I had a good time. He had pampered me with many lovely gifts, but I couldn’t stop admiring the gorgeous bracelet.

  “Calvin, the turkey is ready. I’ll take care of the side dishes,” I announced.

  It smelled delicious, the aroma of roast turkey filling the apartment. I had the potatoes on to boil, the salad was prepared and I had a pie in the making. My mom had taught me how to cook, but I’d never put my knowledge into practice before now. It surprised me to discover that everything was turning out great, so far.

  “I’ll help you with the potatoes, babe.”

  I took a few pictures of our Christmas celebration with my phone; some of us, some of the decorated table. Excitement floated in the air, this represented a new situation for both of us. I had never ‘lived’ with anyone before, and I didn’t get the feeling that Calvin had let many people stay here with him in his own home.

  When all the food was finally laid out on the table, we sat close together and started filling our plates.

  “I think we’re going to have leftovers for the week,” I laughed.

  “Turkey for breakfast, turkey salad for lunch, turkey casserole for dinner. We’re all set, baby.” Calvin grinned and took a bite of his turkey.

  “I’m okay with lunch and dinner but definitely not for breakfast.”

  After dinner, both of us sat on the couch with over-filled stomachs. We had both eaten too much. I had never seen a man eat as much as Calvin had managed. I certainly regretted taking two slices of pie. My pyjamas were calling my name, I definitely needed to change into something loose or the button of my skirt would pop.

  “I look about six months pregnant,” I announced rubbing my hand against my belly.

  “Did you say pregnant? I’m about nine months in, now,” Calvin joked. “Come here.” With his fingers, he grabbed hold of my hand and drew me into his strong arms.

  His charm made it impossible to resist him. I scooted myself closer, hitched my leg over his and leaned my head against his chest. His cologne, the comfort of being with him filled me with a sense of satisfaction. I had everything I had ever desired.

  “Moments like these, I feel so fucking thankful that I stopped by your restaurant that day. You are the part of me that was missing for so long. Now, it’s like all the puzzle pieces are in place. You complete me,” Calvin whispered, brushing a kiss against my forehead.

  “So do you.” I slid my hand under his sweater to touch his warm skin. I missed his tattoos, hidden beneath his clothes. Calvin's abs contracted beneath my touch.

  “There... I... There's something I have to tell you,” Calvin stuttered. “Come sit on my lap.” He tapped his lap, to indicate where he wanted me. “I don't want you to get angry. I want you to be happy, okay?”

  Uncertainly I nodded my head, a little scared and unsure about where he was going with this.

  Calvin took a deep break before he spoke. “When you were getting the dinner ready, I went through your contact list on your phone and called your parents. I did it only because I had good intentions, okay?”

  I sat up in his lap, staring at him in dismay. “What? Why? Is everything okay?” Something was way off. What if he had gone through my text messages and seen the ones between Zach and I. Cold beads of sweat started to form on my forehead.

  “Everything’s fine.” He kissed my forehead. “But I needed to get in touch with your parents to arrange a surprise for you. What would you say if we went to Florida for New Years?”

  I frowned, hardly able to believe what I was hearing. “What?” Was I hearing him correctly? I couldn’t believe it. This man had a heart made of gold. In the matter of a few days, he had showed that to me over and over.

  “I'm taking you back home, sweetness. I made your mom cry when I called them and told them what I wanted to do,” Calvin said sheepishly. He brushed his fingers through my hair. “I’ve seen how hard it has been for you to be away from them today. I want to make you happy, babe.”

  “You do, you make me so happy and you have been amazing in this short time together. You do everything you can to make my life better. Thank you, Calvin, thank you so much.” I chuckled. “I wish I was noble enough to say that I can’t accept, because it’s too much, but I can’t bring myself to do it. You’ve made my life perfect. Rose will freak out, when she finds out.”

  Calvin smiled sadly. “I’ve never experienced anything close to what you are now. My own family ruined everything for me. My mom did her best, I can’t blame her, but to see you like this – it makes me curious. I want to know what it’s like to visit a home full of love.”

  “You’ll love it. We’ll go horseback riding and you’ll get to meet my sister. I’m so excited!”

  “I like seeing you so excited, babe, but I like it even better when you’re excited while you’re underneath me.” His sexy tone made it seem as if fireworks had exploded deep and low in my body. He added a deep seductive tone to the words and I could only imagine what he had in mind.

  “You drive me crazy, baby.” I slide my fingers through his slick hair and gripped them at the back of his head, while I brushed my lips brushed against his, the tip of my tongue teasing him. He moaned against my mouth. “I want you, Calvin.”

  My cardigan and tank top disappeared in one swift movement, and Calvin had my bra off in a split-second before he sucked hard on my nipple. He wasn’t playing nice, he was obviously hungry for me, desperate to touch and feel. He moved his hands from one part of my body to another, touching, squeezing, and brushing his fingertips over my skin.

  Our breathing rate climbed rapidly, and the sexual tension vibrated between our bodies. I pulled off Calvin’s sweater and hurriedly undid his pants. I needed to feel him, every inch of him naked against me. Nothing in the world was as good as his naked body touching mine.

  Calvin wrapped his arms around me tight and got to his feet. Carrying me towards his bedroom with a mischievous smile. “I kind of like it in here, it’s much more spacious.”

  Calvin lowered me onto the sheets and offered me a gentle smile. “Let’s get rid of these, shall we?” he asked, deftly removing my skirt and underwear. He stood before me, enjoying the view. It made me blush, it made me want to cover myself with my arms or the sheets. But he didn’t stop, he stared at my breasts, my sex and the tension in his eyes grew wilder. It completely turned my on. I needed his hands on me.

  He must have read my mind because he grabbed my foot and softly caressed the arch of my foot with his thumb. Then, switched feet and slowly kneeled at the very end of the bed. The massage short-lived, I understood what his goal was. He made me desire him more, it became all about needs and hunger. My eyes on him, he flexed his triceps subtlety and gave me a breathtaking smile. I could no longer wait.

  “Touch me,” I begged, unable to keep myself from voicing my thoughts aloud. I was anticipated the approaching sensations, in fact, I craved them.

  “Put your hands over your head, sweetness,” Calvin commanded quietly.

  I followed his orders and tucked them under my head.

  “Now, you asked me to touch you. That gives me a lot of things to consider, sweetness.” He nibbled on my ear lobe before he whispered in my ear. “I could touch you here.” He pinche
d my nipples, hard enough to make them pucker. “Or, I could touch you here.” With the back of his fingers, he delicately swirled around my ribs and down to my hips. “Better yet, maybe you meant here.” His fingers slid across to my sex and he rubbed his thumb against my clit.

  My body responded to his touch instantly and I moaned.

  “Or maybe not, did you mean here?” He pushed my legs apart, bent my knees and to my surprise, pushed his fingertip against my ass.

  My body went cold and I gazed up into his eyes, silently begging him not to go that way.

  “I guess I was wrong then.”

  I waited for him to say something or do something. The mattress moved under his weight, his fingers found my sex again and it awakened my body instantly.

  “The things I want to do to you would make Ron Jeremy blush,” he whispered, brushing his fingertip across my clit.

  My mouth went dry. Calvin scared me, challenged me to participate in the unknown and the heady expectation excited me. Keeping my hands under my head turned out to be far more difficult than I would have ever expected. When his mouth crashed onto my clit, I lost control and grasped at his hair.

  He lifted his mouth away from me instantly, and looked up my body, his eyes filled with desire. “Hands over your head, sweetness,” he repeated the demand in the same, soft voice.

  “I need to touch you, baby.” My voice sounded all choked up, my emotions overwhelming.

  He sighed. “I know, but I’m testing out your comfort zones, sweetness.”

  I did as he ordered and he returned his gaze to my sex, his mouth focused on my clit, and the amazing sensations flooded through my veins, increased the sensation ricocheting through my nerve endings. I whimpered loudly, unable to hold the sound back.

  “Jesus Christ, Calvin.” The pulsations from my clit were echoing throughout my body. “Calvin... I can’t... hold... back.”

  He thrust his fingers deep inside me and I shrieked as he set every part of my body on fire. My hips swung back and forth in a steady rhythm, seeking out that elusive moment which would push me over the edge. I pushed my legs against the mattress, pulling at my own hair with my fingers. Calvin had given me orgasms before, but this one was intensely strong and completely uncontrollable. Calvin kept suckling on my clit, gently clutching the tiny bud with his teeth. I was holding my breath, I had no idea how to deal with this amazing sensation. I had dived into the unknown when I agreed to fuck Calvin the first time. If only I had known, how much more amazing it would become. Calvin pushed at my barriers until I reached the highest sexual pinnacle of my life.

  When I came, I moaned aloud and Calvin didn’t miss a beat, drawing himself up my body before he entered me swiftly. The fullness of having his dick inside of me only prolonged the untameable orgasm. Every single one of his movements hit me strongly, making the orgasm continue seemingly endless. Tears started to form in my eyes and I didn’t quite understand why. Maybe it was the overwhelming sensations which were playing with my emotions.

  “Touch me, Iris, I need you to touch me,” Calvin demanded.

  I drew my hands down from beneath my head and gripped him against me, sliding my hands down his back towards his butt. I needed to touch him. My hands were shaking. The sound of our skin slapping together echoed through the room.

  Calvin grunted, slamming into me in a steady, powerful rhythm.

  The tingling in my body continued, but the exhaustion was wearing me down. Our eyes connected, and it appeared both of us had reached an emotional level we hadn’t expected. The love I saw when he looked at me, filled me with joy. His movement slowed until he was pressing himself into me slowly, in a romantic and sensual way. He lowered his mouth to mine and started kissing passionately. Calvin rolled us over so I straddled him and made love to him for some time, as he lay on his back and watched me.

  For the first time, we let our emotions guide us completely. Our bodies were covered in perspiration but it didn’t matter. Calvin’s hair was falling across the side of his jaw, giving him a sexy, rebellious look. When I thought I couldn’t love him more, I was wrong. He climaxed deep inside me, closing his eyes in ecstasy. Afterwards, we snuggled, and kissed. Small tears escaped from the corners of my eyes. I didn't understand why I had become so emotional.

  “Is everything okay?” I heard the concern in Calvin’s voice.

  I shook my head and smiled faintly, brushing away the tears. “Yeah, don't worry about it.”

  “How could I not?” he questioned.

  I thought about it for few seconds, trying to figure out how to explain my reaction. “You constantly take me to a higher level. It has never been that intense for me before.”

  Definitely never with Damien. At the time, I had thought he was good – great even – but it always came down to his needs, what he wanted from me when we made love.

  Calvin made me his priority.

  And Zach, well, we had been good together. More like a perfect match psychologically, but it wasn't enough.

  I longed for the way Calvin.

  “I wish we could stay like this forever.” The thought of going back to my small room after the holidays wasn’t particularly appealing in a moment like this. The warmth of his arms, the softness of the bed sheets and how good they smelled, along with Calvin, was a heady delight.

  “The offer is still open,” Calvin said quietly. “Stay with me. You'll save money, I'll give you rides to school and work.”

  Temptations. “I only need you, Cal. But, I’ll think about it.” He smiled. I didn't care about the rest. It would be him that I would miss, not everything else that came with him. There was nothing I wanted more than being with him, the two of us, but that thought brought me back to reality. Work. “When are we going back to work?”

  He looked at me as if I had broken a rule. How could I mention work right after one of the best sex we ever had? I knew the timing sucked. I should have waited. “There is a shift tomorrow, from noon to eight. I don't think it will be busy. I have a few things to take care of in my office, but then I have to be at the Whiskey Bar tomorrow night. Will you spend the evening there with me?”

  I snuggled closer to him. “Of course. Anywhere to be with you.”

  “Are you tired? Do you want to stay in bed?” he questioned, wrapping his arms around me

  I nodded. “With you.”

  “Always.” He squeezed me against his chest. “For years, I worked on my business, the gym, the sports management, and the bar, because it meant everything to me. I dreamt of being successful and wealthy and I’ve attained my goals, but in a matter of days, you’ve become my main priority. I need to find a way to always spend time with you, because I want so badly to make us work.”

  “It isn't all on you, baby. I have classes to attend, and I have to work and study. We both had a life before we met. We’ll see each other as much as we can. If we can’t be together for a day or two, we’ll have to deal with it.”

  “No, babe, that isn’t going to happen. You’ll sleep here or I’ll sleep over there with you. I don’t care at this point how it works out, as long as we’re together,” Calvin argued determinedly.

  I chuckled. “Let’s not worry about this right now, okay? We will figure it out as we go along.”

  He yawned loudly. “You’ve killed me tonight.”

  “Let’s get some sleep. Merry Christmas, Calvin.” I kissed the arm that was holding me hostage.

  When I woke up the next morning, we were in exactly the same position. We had stayed bonded together, all night long. I carefully moved his arms from around my waist and got up out of bed.

  We had a lot of cleaning up to do, after leaving everything hanging last night. I started with the kitchen. Such a beautiful place to cook, but the dirty dishes everywhere discouraged me. I filled the dishwasher twice over while I cleaned up the living room. We had a garbage bag full of torn wrapping paper. I left Calvin’s presents on the sofa because I didn’t know where to put them. I tried on my new winter coat and
discovered it fit perfectly. In one of the pockets, I found a beanie and inside the other, an infinity scarf. I wanted to jump into bed to hug him again, but I wanted to let him sleep. It was his turn to have a long rest. All I could think of to do while he slept was to relive our day yesterday.

  By 10:30, my dishevelled and amazingly hot boyfriend woke up. Breakfast was almost prepared by then. I’d had a productive morning, but god, I was exhausted already.

  “Damn, I told you not to worry about it.” Calvin came into the kitchen and was looking at me in disbelief, both of his hand raking through his hair.

  “Good morning to you too, handsome.”

  He hid his hair under a beanie and came over to me. “How long have you been cleaning?” Calvin didn’t seem too happy about me doing all the dirty work.

  “A while.” His brow furrowed. “Let's say it was my way of thanking you for yesterday, and the day before.”

  He sighed. “You still didn't have to do all of this. God, it was a fucking mess in here.” He seemed to consider things for a moment, before he chuckled. “Too late to worry about it, I guess. Thank you.” His lips swept my forehead and kissed me with so much softness.

  “Now, breakfast is ready. Sit here, baby, and after we eat, I'm going to shower.”

  After all the hard work I had done and last night, a shower had become a necessity. I thought I probably smelled like a dead skunk, too.

  “Is that an invitation?” He waggled his eyebrows.

  “It depends on how fast we eat, because I don't want to be late for work.”

  He almost choked on his orange juice, before he managed to swallow down the mouthful and laughed. “That’s the worst excuse you could possibly think of. I could have a word with your boss, and I know for a fact, he wouldn't mind you being late.”

  I shook my head slowly. “What am I going to do with you?”

  Calvin smiled wickedly. “I think you know.”

  Damn him and making me blush.