Chapter Twelve
Jen
I feel his lips fall on me and I can’t stomach the emotions running through me. I have always loved Cal and this can’t take place without that knowledge.
I feel his lips and I can’t take air in, all I see is him and his perfect face. "I will find a way to tell you one day firefly." He says and lays me back on my bed.
I moan at his words as I watch him undress before me. I sit to take my shirt off when he stops me. "I want to peel this from every inch baby." He moves onto the bed in just his boxers and pulls me to my knees before him and kisses me. I feel his fingers as they graze along my hip bone and slip beneath my shirt. Slowly, so slowly he lifts my shirt, bending to kiss below my breasts, his hands lifting my arms above my head as it is slipped off.
My hair cascades over my shoulders and back. He brushes it aside to kiss along my collarbone and shoulders. "You smell amazing and fuck, you are so soft Jen." He slips his fingers under my bra straps. Then undoes the front clasp, exposing my breasts to him.
He cups them in his big hands kissing and licking me, so slow I want to scream. "Look how perky your nipples are. Is your pussy just as ready Red?" He asks, slipping a hand down the front of my panties until he is between my lips.
"Oh, god!" I moan as he touches me so slow and with such purpose.
"Lay back." He says and strokes his cock through his boxers as I lay back. Once I am settled he pulls my panties down and spreads my legs so I am exposed to him. "I love licking you Jen. I love it."
Oh, God, oh, God, ohmigod! He is flicking my clit, making me crazy for more, for him. This is unlike any other time because we both not only need it, but it matters beyond the need.
"Cal..." I pant on an endless chant of his name. "Tell me..." I don’t dare ask for the very thing I need. I am still scared even after the confessions these last few weeks.
He stops and comes up from between my thighs until we are laying face to face. "What, Jen? Tell you what?" He asks, dipping to kiss my neck, tilting my head back to lick upon my throat.
Tell him? Was he mad? I couldn’t tell him all I wanted, it crossed every boundary I have built over the years. "Just don’t stop." I say hoping it is enough. But it isn’t. He won’t accept it.
He laces our fingers and brings them between us, where his boxers covered cock and my wet entrance are. "This is want, this is need." He says stroking us both with our entwined hands. He props to his knees to bare his weight as he laces our other free hands together and rests them over my heart. "This is real. Both belong here, but if you can’t feel that or know it..." He shakes his head and drops his mouth to mine for a sweet kiss. "Then I can’t go further and I won’t. This isn’t fucking Jen."
I nod, unable to find the words to tell him how deeply I want it all. "Tell you what Jen?" He asks again and I pull on all the faith I have to ask.
"Tell me you want me." I say softly, watching his lidded eyes brighten. "Tell me this is real and that I won’t wake up tomorrow lost again?" I feel my throat tighten at that fear being voiced, but refuse to cry no matter how bad the fear cripples me.
"Red, if you haven’t figured it out yet, it’s my fault for not making it clear. I am always going to bring you back to me." He kisses me, the emotion on his face evident when his tongue touches mine. "You are always in my sights so I won’t let you get lost looking for me ever again."
He moves both our entwined hands above my head and grinds his still covered cock against me. Using one hand he slips it between us as he pulls his boxers free enough to release his cock and line it against my opening before thrusting in.
"Fuck!" We both cry out with the impalement. I can’t control my legs as they lift to wrap around his waist. His mouth kissing and biting the soft skin over my chest.
"The way I feel right now, with you like this... there is nowhere else for me Jen. Without it I would be lost..." He says and I cannot speak for the guttural truth he speaks to me for the first time. "There is so much I want to say or do and I fumble it all up, but here with you wet and hot beneath me I know with a devout truth that this is what home is."
I break one of my hands free from his hold and cup his neck so I can lift to kiss him. He takes it as the incentive it is and uses his hands to hold my hips so he can pull me against him and go deeper. "I love how you take every inch Jen. Your pussy gets so red and swollen and impossibly wet. I could write songs about how selflessly you let me in."
Like the dirty talk would kill him he slows his thrusts and locks himself deep inside of me. "I want to bust so bad, but I need to see you sweaty and soaked for me Jen." He rolls us as he says it and I know he wants to watch me ride him.
I lift from his chest and pull him as deep as I can, rolling my hips, listening to his curses and moans as I take him. The power of the control, watching him tighten his abs as he holds back his own need to take over is enthralling.
This is a gift from one dominant son of a bitch and I want to own it. I take his hands into mine and place them on my breasts. "Touch me." I say and arch back, placing my hands above his knees behind me.
"Holy fuck!" He drops his hands between, using his thumbs to open me as he watches himself slide in and out. "You take me so good Red."
I feel the sweat bead on my skin as my hair sticks to my neck and back. He sits up until my breasts are in his face. I feel his hands on my hips, rubbing back to my ass, again and again and I can’t stop from erupting.
"Don’t stop, please. Oh, God!" I cry out as the first wave hits and I grind in taking him as deep as I can.
"Oh, yeah baby. Cum for me, soak me Firefly."
I place my hands on his shoulders as the crest rushes through me with sounds I don’t recognize escaping me. My body is wet with sweat and sticky, but he seems to love it as he strokes my back. I fall weak and nuzzle into his neck.
"Look at you...so perfect and sweaty from working me." He licks a path from between my breasts until he is at my lips and his tongue invades my mouth. He scoots back with his cock still nestled inside of me. He braces his back against his headboard then looks at me. “Again?” He asks, but awaits no answer as he starts lifting me up and down his shaft.
He bends his knees so I am trapped between his body as he fucks himself into me. "Oh yeah babe, look how you’re pinned to me... feels so good love." His voice takes an erotic growl that has me rocking against him despite my exhaustion. The minute I start moving in sync with him he groans.
"Hell yes, Red! Take what you need. I got you." He promises. I kiss him quickly, the movement too much to stay there on his lips. I feel the tide roll in again and cup his face in my hands so I can see his face. His gaze is locked on mine. The devotion, the need I see in his reflecting my own desires, sends me over the edge, loudly.
His eyes held a… fascination, an emotion I can’t name, but that look now had me boneless from the intensity of the climax. "You are so beautiful Jen." He groans the words before dropping a quick kiss to my lips. His thrusts become small, measured and I know he is close. "I have never felt anything like that babe. Watch me as I bust Red."
He says it just as stopping me from moving. I feel his cock jerk inside of me followed by the wet heat of his orgasm
"There it is baby." I slowly kiss along his chest and shoulders as he pants, breathless beneath me. His knees fall to the mattress before he rolls me to my back and he slips from me.
He rolls from the bed, turning the ceiling fan on high before slipping into his bathroom. The air circulating over me feels amazing on my sweat kissed skin. I watch him, the swagger of a God as he comes in with a washcloth and scoots in the bed beside me.
"Spread your legs Red." He says with a tone one reserves for their beloved. I do as he demands and watch as he cleans the wetness from my core. "I love seeing this. It's depraved I know, but I love seeing my cum inside of you."
I don’t know how he says the dirtiest shit and makes it sound like an ode to love, but he does. I stroke my fingers through his hair that is damp from his sweat.
His hands stroke down my legs and back up before kissing me softly on the lips of my pussy before rolling to his back. I watch with deviant fascination as he cleans himself before tossing the cloth to the hamper in the bathroom.
"I need a shower, but I can’t move." I say with a giggle and watch him nod, his eyes closed as he catches his breath.
"Me too, but I aint moving yet." He says and rolls back to his side then pulling me until we are chest to chest. "I'll shower when I am done." He says and smiles softly.
"You’re not spent?" I ask and trace my fingers along his jaw and lips. He stops me and clasps my fingers to kiss them.
"Hell no! Never, Red." He rolls me to my back before rolling over himself and settling between my thighs.
"Not even close."