Loving Sweetness (Sweet #2)
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I could feel the rush of emotions coming like waves. Tears slid down my cheeks. I sobbed, hiding behind my hands. This day had been filled with love and surprises, but this one topped them all. I still hadn’t answered his question. I got up from my chair and tried to stand on my wobbly legs. Calvin watched me, lost, uncertain, but I still saw some hope in his eyes. My hands on his shoulders, slowly climbing to his strong jaw, I locked gazes with him and said the words he awaited for. “Calvin, my baby… I will.”
“Holy shit, you scared me,” he murmured before leaning toward my lips and kissing me deeply, without a care in the world. Everybody around us was applauding and taking pictures. Pulling away from me, I saw a tear rolling down his face. His shaky fingers moved to my hand, and he slid the ring down my finger with pride before kissing it.
“She said yes!” he said toward Vince, and then, everybody started cheering. The scene was nothing like I would have ever imagined. It reminded me of some romantic movie where I would just roll my eyes, but it was real. So real, I could hardly breathe.
“I love you, Calvin Banks!” I said through sobs, laughter and a mix of emotions.
“Iris Banks, soon. I love you more. Don’t start saying that you love me more than my more, because my more is the infinity of more, and you can’t top that,” he said with a severe voice, like he didn’t want to play games, he wanted to be the one to love more. It didn’t make sense, but I gave in.
“You’re so… bossy…you.” I chuckled.
“Okay, time for champagne.” Vince popped a bottle and got us two glasses. I had to slow down with the alcohol or I wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning.
I took a sip of the champagne to be polite, but between the joyful tears and the excitement, I didn’t really need a drink.
“Do you like it?” Calvin asked, holding me close to him.
“What? The champagne?” I sniffled and took another small sip.
“Iris Hartwell, I’m talking about the ring. Do you like it?”
The ring, right! I hadn’t even looked at it that much. I wished I could hit pause. There were way too many things going on.
“Calvin Banks, is that you?” people started to ask, but he only watched me and let Vince take care of the people.
“Congratulations, Banks!”
Feeling the weight of the ring on my finger, I lifted it up to the level of my eyes. “Holy crap, Calvin. Are you insane?” I can’t wear that. Somebody could cut my finger off just to get the ring away from me. The diamond, or should I say diamonds, were sparkly and not so delicate. The ring was massive. The main diamond had a square shape and was surrounded by smaller ones. He picked white gold, or was it platinum? “I love it. This is insane. The ring, you, here. This morning, I didn’t even knew if we would still be together.” I was flabbergasted.
“We were never meant to be apart, babe. I would have never let you walk away,” he said, choking up the emotions. “Are you happy? Because I want you to be. I hope I didn’t ruin this moment.” The anxiety in his voice was tangible.
“That suit you’re wearing.” The burgundy hot and sexy suit he wore that day at the fast food restaurant. “It totally turns me on. It’s the one you were wearing when you finally talked to me.”
“Iris is a beautiful flower, an even prettier woman…” he whispered for me to hear.
“And a name I won't forget.” I remembered. That line stayed with me for a while. “And you didn’t forget.”
“So much has changed in my life since that day, but all for the better.”
We stared at each other for a long moment, both of us lost in the whirlwind of his proposal. I was going to get married. I had no idea when, but it didn’t matter. He mattered and I had him all for myself. Forever.
Slowly, we leaned into each other for a kiss. We were in our own private bubble. I tried not to think about it, but I knew later tonight or tomorrow, we would pay for our display of love. These pictures would be on every social media website. I wasn’t really a fan of being in the public eye, but it came with the territory of being with Calvin, so it didn’t matter.
An instant before our lips touched, I stopped. “I will marry you, handsome. I was always going to marry you.” Candice wouldn’t have stopped me from loving him. This was our destiny and we were making it happen.
Calvin gave me repetitive kisses on the lips. Wet kisses that made me chuckle. “You’re mine, babe.”
“I know.”
Calvin signed a few autographs and took pictures with the people who asked for one while I stayed in the back. I didn’t want to be mixed into this. He was used to it and I wasn’t. I let him take care of business while I tried to calm my raging need to go back to the hotel room and test the bed.
We walked out of the restaurant. I had tried my best to eat, but my stomach was in knots, and my fingers wouldn’t stop shaking.
My cellphone vibrated continuously. I really didn’t feel like going over the event of tonight when I could barely wrap my head around everything. It wasn’t a dream, it was fucking real, and I just… I just couldn’t believe it.
“Come on, sweet fiancé of mine, we’re going for a walk.”
Why? “I would rather go…”
“I know, Sweetness.” His tongue made every s sound more domineering, daring me to object. I decided to let him guide me through his plans. He had managed well today. I knew I could trust him to make this day end on a perfect note.
We held hands, he kissed my temple, my cheek, my hand, my palm, every couple of minutes. I had that enormous smile on my face that hurt the muscles of my cheeks, and Calvin also sported that same look.
“My sister’s going to flip.”
“Why is that?”
I stared at him in disbelief. He had to know what I was referring to. “Because I’m about to marry you. She sees you as a Hollywood celebrity. She hasn’t had the chance to get to know the real you, yet. Rose knows the guy she sees on the gossip sites”
“You could invite her to spend a few days at our home so we could rectify that.”
“Maybe. I could ask her.” We kept walking, and from time-to-time, I locked my eyes on my ring. I couldn’t stop myself from letting a few tears go each time.
I must have lost track of time or lost track of everything surrounding me. The sun was about to set as we were walking into the lobby of a luxurious hotel. Calvin already had his key card in hand as we reached the last floor.
The door of the elevator opened and we were facing one amazing hotel room. It looked like a freaking castle. Calvin stepped out of the elevator, pulling my hands when he saw I hadn’t moved an inch. My jaw had hit the floor a couple of times already.
“Now, Sweetness, is the time to get rid of that dress. Step out of it.” His free hand unzipped the back of my dress in one motion.
“Wait... what?” He had me astounded by the sound of his order.
“Now.”
And it fell to the floor like a leaf from a tree.
A shiver ran down my spine as his eyes danced on my body. Pure lust and uncontrollable desire lingered between us.
“Keep the lingerie.”
“You’re overdressed,” I said, reaching for his jacket and pushing it down his arms. He stood perfectly still, unwavering. I held his jacket with one hand and brought it to my nose to smell his cologne. The one I wanted emblazoned on my skin. “You’re still overdressed.”
“Undress me, Sweetness.”
For some reason, it made me nervous. I didn’t want to let him down. I wanted to be enough—good enough. I loosened his black tie with one hand. Calvin took his jacket, freeing me to use my hand, and threw it on the couch not too far from us. His tie fell on the floor next to my dress while I hurried with the buttons of his shirt. I needed to see some skin, a lot of it, because I loved when our skin connected. I discarded his shirt on the floor alongside his tie and my dress. My breathing quickened. Every part of my body was waking up, like a new bud unfolding in preparation to bloom.
“Stand before me, Iris.”
No, no. I had a different agenda. One plan, at least. I circled my fingers around his cock and gave it a few strokes. His whole body tensed; his eyes closed. Stepping closer to him, I drew him directly into my mouth and I heard him exhaled loudly. My tongue danced around his cock teasingly while I stroked him slowly, following the rhythm of my mouth. I took him in deep, as far as I could, and his hands went directly to my hair, taking hold of me. His knees buckled when I slid him out of my mouth. I repeated the same pattern faster, giving him the best BJ I could. I tasted the pre-cum in my mouth, the salty liquid that told me he was enjoying every second of my gift to him. A throaty groan escaped his parted lips as he thrust forward, stuffing my mouth. He took me by surprise and pulled away without giving me a chance to keep control of the situation.
“Cal?”
“Slow down, Sweetness, this isn’t in my plan,” he gently told me, careful not to hurt my feelings. “I won’t come in your mouth. Stand up, now.” I did and blushed terribly. Maybe he didn’t like it after all. No, Iris. What man doesn’t like it? He rasped, “Now, turn around and bend.”
I was lost in his tone, the way he looked at me, anticipating what was coming. Well, I thought I knew.
“Baby…” I said, nervous as I bent down. Words escaped me, I didn’t know what to say.
“Hold on to your ankles.” At that point I was literally bent in half at the entrance of our room. We didn’t make it very far, only a couple of feet.
His warm hands grabbed my ass cheeks with his strong hands, I felt so exposed, but it didn’t bother me. He had seen every part of me, more than once. He knew everything I liked and always pushed my body past my limits. His hard cock pushed between my thighs, only to tease me, make me crave him more. Why wasn’t he touching me? I ached for him to make me feel good. He pushed down my thong until it reached my knees and undid the clasps of my bra to free my breasts. I quickly slipped it off, ready for him to take me. Now.
My breathing hitched as he slid two fingers into my core. He thrust them, in and out, deeper than usual, reaching that spot that made me see stars. Probably because of the way I was bending forward, my senses were multiplying, or maybe I was hungry for more. My knees were getting tired and weak, while my body was reaching higher, closer to the breaking point. “Baby,” I let a strangled gasp escape.
“You drive me crazy. You’re so beautiful, everything I need.” He growled and he spanked me hard. My skin tingled and I suddenly felt lonely as his fingers withdrew from me. The searing sensation that was tingling on my skin and has me struggling.
“Calvin.” Was I going to beg him? Would he push me to that point? My need was making me desperate.
“Sweetness.” God, I loved when he called me that. Without a warning or additional words, he slammed into me. I lost my balance, but Calvin kept his hand firmly on my hips. “Are you okay, sweet fiancée?”
We were in the middle of some intense sex and I started giggling. Sweet fiancée. He never stopped thrusting into me hard and fast. “I’m okay,” I answered and was rewarded with a swift smack on my ass. This time, his hand was gentler and it aroused me, sending a raging wave of sparks to my sex.
Our actions were driven by a need too savage and hungry to call it romantic.
I was getting dizzy with my head between my legs, I slowly started standing up, thinking Calvin would order me back down but he didn’t. His hands took possession of me, my breast. He kissed my back and everywhere he could. Calvin’s strength held me in place, I was lost in his universe. One that I never knew existed, few months back. My back arched to give him better access, my breasts bounced at every hit. The pressure and sensation in my core built in intensity; I called out his name, urging him to make me come. I needed my release. He quickened each of his thrusts with his enraged cock. His hand reached for my clit. I knew then, it was a done deal.
“Calvin… fuck…”
“That’s the plan, Sweetness.”
My legs weakened as the orgiastic sensations spread through my body, through my limbs. I was unable to breathe or move, shock waves thundering through my body. Calvin never let go of me, rutting into me like a crazed man. I knew I wouldn’t be able to walk right for a couple of days. I was thankful his fit arms held onto me, or I would’ve been face down on the floor. I laughed to myself. “This was mad.”
“You. Make. Me.” He kissed my cheek. “I almost lost control, Sweetness.”
“Almost?” What did he mean? Had he ever been rougher than that?
“I don’t want to hurt you. I love you.” His words resonated with me, but I doubted their truth.
“I’m not buying it. What if you did lose control?” Was I pushing him too far? I feared that I had now.
He sighed. “I don’t want to hurt you. Nice and sweet is how I should be with you all the time. Right here, two minutes ago, I wasn’t.”
“I liked it.”
“Come on. Let’s get to bed.” He pulled out of me and started standing up, leaving me on the cold hard floor. I watched him and I sat, feeling left out and overused. “Come on, sweet baby. Take my hand, I’ll help you up.” Every muscle in my legs ached and some were trembling from the exhaustion of absorbing each of Calvin’s thrust during the relentless assault I’d endured. He could ‘assault’ me like that all he wanted. I smiled to myself, blushing crimson red.
“Thank you.” He pulled me onto my feet and threw me over his shoulder in one swift move. “Let me down, Calvin.” He didn’t. “Ugh! You are so frustrating sometimes,” I said between small laughs. And I was down the next second with his palms hugging my cheeks, and his worried eyes searching for mine.
“Iris, I didn’t…want to…”
I rolled my eyes. “I wasn’t really frustrated, Cal.” I bit on my lip, sorry for making him feel that way.
Just like that, he tossed me over his shoulder again while he strode quickly to the bed. He literally threw me on the mattress. I laughed at his playfulness, but I could see desire still dancing in his beautiful blue eyes.
“Your eyes. I’m the luckiest woman in the world.” He closed them and tried looking away, shy and uncomfortable, but I implored him to look at me again. His eyes pierced mine, and he seemed nervous. “I’ll be the first to see them in the morning. They’ll speak to me, they’ll desire me, and they’ll undress me. I’ll marry you, Calvin. I want to be your wife. You’re everything I always wanted and more.” Leaning toward his chest, I kissed him over his beating heart. “That’s what I should have told you when you proposed.”
“My heart had always been vacant before, Iris.” He paused. “I had friends, I cared for them a lot, but I had lost the meaning of love. I love you. I’m no longer a ghost town. I’m NYC, babe. You brought light, and love into my life and I’m so thankful for this.”
My eyes were lost in a sea of tears. I didn’t want to cry, I had cried enough for today. I closed them to better control my emotions. He surprised me. His warm lips startled mine and they forced the opening for his tongue to enter my mouth. Calvin could kiss me into oblivion. I didn’t want to think, I just needed him to love me and show me. As he deepened our kiss, I thought he would take control, except he never did. His tall body covered every inch of mine, his strong heartbeat resonated against my breast. My man was alive, so very much alive. His cock pushed against my belly, but he waited for me to take over or to give him some sort of okay.
“I love you.” My hands danced their way down his fit back to his perfect, round butt. I pressed him against me, as if we could be any closer, and pushed my hips to him. My leg hitched up to his waist. Our kisses were despera
te, and so was I. I could still feel the after effect of round one, but my body craved round two already. He situated himself between my thighs and with one strong swift movement, he filled me. We both moaned. Being one made us feel complete again. He stayed inside me, but didn’t move. My insides tightened around him. Calvin had to start moving or… Yeah, he was driving me insane.
“I want to make love to you, Sweetness. I want to cherish you, make you come. Show you how our life will be together… forever.”
“I want you too.” I feather kissed his lips, feeling the whole-hearted connection between us, and then looked into his baby blue eyes and my love for him grew stronger. I knew I belonged to him. I had questioned myself in the past few days, but that was exactly that, the past. Our future was meant to be, just like this.
His arms wrapped around me like vines, he pulled out little-by-little, teasing me only to push back in with more force. My teeth nibbled and nipped his shoulder, trying to tone down the intensity within me. I met him thrust after thrust, which enhanced everything I felt. He pushed deeper into my apex, in a much softer way than earlier. Everything had my body floating on a desire-filled cloud.
His mouth sucked on my nipple, awakening that extra desire I needed to put my body in a trance. The movement of his tongue circling around it, and his teeth nibbling gently enhanced my sensation. Calvin was a god. One by one, he turned on every switch to make me go wild beneath him.
He let go of my nipple and blew some air on it, making it harder and more sensitive. I arched my back, wanting more, and felt all the muscles stiffen from the massage and earlier assault. A small smile traced my lips. Contentment, maybe. Most likely. I ran my fingers through his hair and gripped them at the back his head. His lips found mine again. I bit on his bottom lip, sucked on it until he moaned into my mouth. Everything was going a hundred miles an hour in my mind; the way he kissed me, so softly and passionately, it made me forget my own damn name. Calvin had the power to take the entire possession of my body and soul.