by Julia Goda
She nodded.
Yes, she knew she was safe with him.
Relief washed through him.
Cal pulled his woman fully into his body and wrapped his strong arms around her, cocooning her in warmth and safety.
Ivey took a shuddering breath through her nose, then relaxed into him, which earned her a squeeze. They sat like that for a good long while. He knew she’d had enough for one night, so he didn’t push her any further. All he wanted to do was hold her, to give her a safe place in his arms. So that’s what he did while he sifted his fingers through her hair, the movement calming both her and him. He could feel her relax more and more into him until she fell asleep in his arms.
Cal didn’t sleep.
He sat holding his woman while she was sleeping for a good long while. Enjoying the feeling of her weight in his arms.
Relishing in the fact that she felt safe enough to fall asleep in his arms.
Knowing down to his soul that that’s where she belonged.
Ivey
I woke up with my cheek pressed against something hard and soft at the same time. I opened my eyes to see…nothing. It was pitch black. My hand encountered naked skin, so did my naked legs. I cast my mind back to the last thing I remembered and realized I must have fallen asleep on the couch in Cal’s arms.
And now I was in his bed.
Half-naked. Meaning, Cal must have taken my pants off before he put me in his bed.
A bed that he was asleep in with me, holding me close.
I was not a cuddler.
Never had I snuggled into anyone during sleep.
Not ever.
I was a slam-bam-thank-you-man kinda person. Cuddling after sex and spending the night did not say it was all about getting yourself some and going about your business. It said if you pushed it, you might get in there and get more than just physical satisfaction.
And that was too risky.
So I never did it.
Even with Kyle I had always stayed curled up on my side of the bed. Back then, I thought I just wasn’t the cuddle type.
I slowly lifted my head so as not to wake Cal in preparation to quietly move away from him without rousing him, but felt an arm tighten around me when my body was half turned.
“Baby, you awake?” Cal mumbled into the back of my neck sleepily.
“It’s okay. Go back to sleep,” I whispered.
He didn’t.
Instead he rolled me, so that I was on my back and most of his body was on top of mine, pinning me to the bed. He had one elbow in the bed beside my shoulder, his hand softly stroking my hair at my temple and one hand at my hip keeping me in place. My eyes had adjusted to the dark enough that I could see his roaming my body before they came up to meet my gaze. His thumb was drawing mindless circles on my hipbone. It was an intimate gesture that I wasn’t sure Cal was aware of. But that simple touch made goose bumps rise all over my body and I shivered. He leaned his head down towards me, and I felt his lips brush the outline of my ear.
“I’m gonna show you how I’m gonna take care of you,” he whispered there, then softly kissed and licked my skin from my ear down to my neck, across my collarbone, up on the other side of my neck to place a soft kiss behind my other ear. That felt so good I started squirming underneath him and all I could do was gasp and breathe my assent into his ear.
“Okay,” still too confused from sleep and the position I woke up in to form a full sentence or ask him what exactly he meant.
Was he going to take care of me as in me being his woman and protecting me like he said he would last night, or was he going to take care of me in a different way? It didn’t matter. At this point, I was ashamed to say, I would take anything from him I could get and worry about the consequences later.
He continued exploring my body slowly, nibbling and licking at the skin of my neck, leaving soft kisses on his way to my nape, then suckling, all the while his thumb kept drawing circles on my skin at my hip.
God, these little touches were going to drive me crazy.
“Love your neck, baby,” Cal whispered. “So sensitive.”
Oh yes. He was absolutely right. My neck was one of the most sensitive parts of my body. I am sure if he kept this up, it wouldn’t take much else to make me come. Not that anyone had ever tried this, so I wasn’t a hundred percent sure it would work, but I also wouldn’t bet against it.
My hands started to roam his back, exploring him in my own way, gliding over every muscle there, touching, feeling the softness of his skin, getting as much contact as possible. It wasn’t enough. I wanted more, so to get that, I arched my back up to press against him, to feel his hot and naked skin pressed against my body, but he pulled back before I could make contact and kept at me with his soft and teasing mouth.
“Cal,” I urged him.
“Right here, baby,” he murmured against my skin as he kept up his slow torture at my neck.
“I need more.”
“You’ll get it, baby.”
His hand at my temple moved down my body to come up it under my shirt until he found my breast.
Yes! That was better.
He ran his fingers across the swell of my breast gently, then drew his thumb over my hard nipple.
Even better!
I arched off the bed again.
His light fingers and soft mouth caressed me what felt like everywhere. On my neck, my ears, my cheeks, my nape, across my collarbones, down my chest, my breasts, my nipples. His soft touch spiked my already embarrassing arousal further, as I could feel the wet rush between my legs.
“God, baby, you taste so good. So sweet. Sweetest skin I’ve ever tasted.” I moaned deep and long. Again, I searched more contact, but again, Cal pulled his body away from mine, denying me what I wanted, staying out of reach. To make matters worse, he reached behind his back and grasped my wrists in his hands, then pulled them around and over my head, resting them on the pillow and tightening his grip, firmly but gently.
“Keep your hands up there,” he whispered his order in my ear, then released my wrists and glided his fingers down my arms, over my shoulders, along the sides of my breasts that were now pushing out by my arched back.
Good god! I didn’t know if I could keep my hands up there.
His hands continued moving on my skin towards the edge of my shirt, where they slowly pushed it up and then, whoosh! It was gone, leaving me in only my bra and panties.
Both of his hands came back to my skin at my stomach, touching whisper soft, then went to my waist, then back in and between my breasts, back down, his eyes following his every movement.
“So beautiful, Ivey. You are so goddamn beautiful. Arch more for me.”
I did and he kept roaming his hands over my body as if he was worshipping me.
I shivered and moaned, feeling like my skin was electrically charged wherever he touched me.
My breath was coming in quick little pants now.
My girl parts spasmed and it felt so good that I let out another long and deep moan when his mouth came back over my breast and he started slightly sucking it through my bra.
God, that felt good.
“Arch more, baby. Push your tit into my mouth.” I complied immediately and was rewarded when Cal sucked harder. Then his fingers went inside my bra and roughly pulled down the cup and his mouth was on me, sucking hard and deep while he pulled and pinched my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Glorious!
Arousal shot through me like a hot flame. I was so turned on that my panties were soaked.
Still arched, I rolled my hips, searching for friction against the satin of my panties.
“You need more?” Cal asked against my nipple, his voice raspy with need.
I needed to touch him, needed to explore him like he was touching and exploring me, the need to feel his skin under my hands turning desperate.
“Yes, honey,” I begged. I made to move my hands from above my head, but as soon as I did, he lifted his ey
es to mine and shook his head in a silent command for me to keep my hands where he’d put them.
Hesitant at first, I slowly complied and dropped them back on the pillow, my eyes locked to his.
This was hard for me, surrendering my body to someone else, giving up control, letting him do as he pleased without giving back. I wasn’t sure he knew the extent of it, but one look in his eyes told me he demanded that trust. Demanded I give my body to him, while promising me to take care of it at the same time.
Yes, I could read all that in just one look.
As I complied, his mouth went back to my breasts, rewarding me, sucking one, then the other, harder now, making me gasp, while his hands were kneading, twisting and pinching with a bite to it that shot straight to my sex.
Then finally one of his hands went south and when it didn’t stop at my stomach and I realized its destination, I couldn’t wait for his touch down there, was desperate for it. His fingertips brushed gently against me through my panties, his soft and teasing touch making me buck off the mattress in shock and desperation. I was so primed that that simple touch almost made me explode.
“Soaked,” he grunted approvingly, “I need to taste you.”
Oh, God, yes!
He ripped my panties off and closed his mouth over me, not teasing now. No, he was eating me with a ferocity that was almost violent.
And I loved it.
I was going to come.
And it was going to be big.
“Cal, I’m going to come,” I whimpered.
“You’re not coming until I tell you to,” he rumbled against me, which made my whole body shiver. He kept at me, working me up to the edge, then pulling me back down, once, twice, again, until I started to beg.
“Please, honey.” Never in my life had I begged for release, but Cal had worked me up so much that I didn’t even care what begging him said about me. I was so close now that I had to grit my teeth and fist the sheets in my hands to keep from coming.
“Soon, baby. Hold on for me,” he growled against my clit as one finger entered me. Jolts of electricity shook my body and I started thrashing, my moans growing louder and more and more desperate by the second.
I was close. So unbelievably close.
There was no way I would be able to hold on much longer.
One finger became two and they started scissoring and pumping and grinding in and out of me, the friction almost sending me over the edge as he sucked my clit harder.
“Come for me, baby! Come all over my fingers while I watch,” Cal growled. He moved his finger in time with his sucking and I finally let go. My body exploded in pure bliss and desire as the strongest orgasm I had ever experienced washed through me, making my legs shake and my back arch off the mattress as I cried out his name. Cal kept at me, pressing and thrusting and licking and sucking until my body could take no more, and I collapsed onto the mattress shivering and breathing hard.
While I tried to come down from that almost violent orgasm, I could feel Cal’s tongue cleaning up every little drop of me. When I was clean, he kissed his way up my body until he reached my mouth and gave me a taste of myself.
God, that was hot, too, and made me moan again.
He kissed me long and deep, then rolled us so I was on top of him and he broke the kiss. His hands were holding my hair back at the sides of my head and he was looking at me.
“That was beautiful, baby,” he whispered adoringly, then gave me a lip touch and kept his mouth on mine, “So fucking beautiful.”
Yes, he was right. It was fucking beautiful.
But he hadn’t taken anything for himself and that had me worried. I started biting the side of my lip. His eyes dropped there and he asked, “What’s wrong?”
I released my lip and murmured, “What about you?”
“What about me?” He seemed confused.
“Well…can I take care of you?”
Cal chuckled, then gave me another peck on the lips. “Not tonight, baby. Tonight was all about you. You can take care of me tomorrow.”
Wow.
That was so nice.
Never had a man gone down on me without expecting the same in return. It had always seemed more like a chore to get what they wanted, but not with Cal. He seemed to have enjoyed it almost more than I did.
I smiled at him and relaxed into his body to bury my face in his neck, kissing him there softly. His arms went around me and held on tight.
We stayed like that for a while.
“I need to get home,” I murmured sleepily after some time.
“No, you don’t. You’re staying the night.”
“But—”
“No but. You’re staying. Now go to sleep.” My first instinct was to argue, to tell him off for bossing me around, but I felt too safe and warm snuggled up in Cal’s arms. And if I was honest with myself, I didn’t want to leave his bed. Yes, it seemed like I was throwing all my rules out the window, but I didn’t really care. Snuggled tightly into Cal’s side, feeling content and happy, I realized that even though I had never had this I had missed it. It felt great, so great that I decided to comply and fell into a deep and blissful sleep.
Chapter Sixteen
Public Displays of Affection
Ivey
The murmuring of voices woke me. I opened my eyes about a quarter of the way and saw that it was early morning. I was naked in Cal’s bed, stretched out on my stomach, the sheet resting at the small of my back. I was facing the door. It was open a crack, and I could hear someone coming up the stairs, then saw feet appear in the door, then saw those feet walk towards me until they stopped in front of the bed.
“You’re awake,” Cal sounded surprised.
As he should be. I never woke up this early. What time was it, like seven in the morning? I still had a good hour and a half of sleep ahead of me.
I closed my eyes again and mumbled, “No, I’m not,” which earned me a chuckle. Already halfway back into dreamland, I felt the bed move under me, and a hand moving my hair out of my face. That hand stayed at the back of my head and turned it slightly. Then Cal’s mouth was at my temple where he murmured, “Gonna take Tommy to school, then I’ll be back and we’ll take a shower before we go and get breakfast. I’ll drop you off at home and then I gotta get to work. You’re off today, right?” Being half asleep I wasn’t capable of talking, so instead, I grunted my confirmation.
Cal chuckled again.
“All right, baby. Go back to sleep.” I was only too happy to comply and swiftly fell back asleep before he had even left the room.
*****
The next time I woke up was when the sheets were ripped away from me, my hand was grasped, and I was pulled out of bed and into Cal’s arms.
Really? Was he suicidal?
“Cal!” I snapped, “I’m sleeping!”
“No you’re not. You’re up and talking. We’re gonna take a shower.” He then proceeded to further prove his suicidal tendencies by dragging me behind him to the bathroom. Yes, he dragged me. I was doing my damned best to stop him, but that didn’t slow him down in the slightest. I doubt he even realized I was doing it.
“Cal!” I snapped again.
“Right here, baby,” he said casually while he started unbuttoning his shirt. I faced off against him, hands on my hips, more than halfway into a fit. “Something to know about me. I don’t do mornings. Especially not early mornings. Especially not early mornings without coffee. You don’t talk to me. You don’t even look at me before I’ve had my first coffee and brushed my teeth.” There. That should do it. I started to turn around to go back to bed, but Cal snaked an arm around my waist, effectively stopping me from leaving. His body was shaking in silent laughter.
“I’m not joking,” I stated, now starting to get way past having a fit straight into being royally pissed off. He tightened his hold on me and looked into my eyes. His were dancing.
Yup, getting royally pissed off.
“You’re standing in my bathroom the morning aft
er the night you spent in my bed where I made you come for the first time. You’re buck naked and you don’t want me to look at you? Baby, you’re crazy.”
I looked down at myself and realized that, yes, he was right. I was completely naked. And he was holding me tight to his body that he had been in the process of undressing. His shirt was unbuttoned, so my naked chest was pressed to his naked chest. He had a great chest. I hadn’t gotten a good look at his body last night, but good God he had a nice chest! I couldn’t stop myself from drinking in the sight of him and getting turned on by what I saw. Hard and muscled pecs covered by smooth, soft skin.
Delicious.
I licked my lips.
“Baby,” I heard Cal’s voice call.
I looked up at him in my turned on fog and said, “Huh?”
His shoulders started shaking again in silent laughter. “You over your snit?”
“Snit?” I asked stupidly. I wanted him to get on with it and keep undressing that delicious body of his, but my brain hadn’t come out of the hot body induced haze, yet, and I had trouble communicating.
“God, you’re cute,” he said, still laughing, then he gave me a quick kiss on the lips, let go of me and finally got on with it and finished undressing while I watched.
And there was a lot to see.
Strong, muscular arms, abs that led to that sexy V-shaped valley that some men could be proud to call theirs, a thick and long and hard male member that stood at attention, asking me to wrap my hand around him. I was only too happy to obey and reached out to do exactly that, then gave him a light squeeze.
He was beautiful.
So beautiful I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
Cal groaned low and pulled my body back into his while I kept holding onto him. I began to stroke him slowly, circling my thumb around the tip, spreading the drop of pre-cum that had appeared there. That made him groan louder and he buried his face in my neck, where he started to nibble and kiss and bite, not like last night, harder and more desperate.