by Calinda B
“If it doesn’t happen, no biggie. We’ll try again later.”
“Practice makes perfect,” I quip.
“No pressure.”
“I’ll need some pressure.” I wink at him.
“I just don’t want you to feel tense.”
“Jonas! Will you just get busy? Stop the yapping. I feel safe, I feel loved and I am very horny right now. Like out of my mind horny. Like combustible.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He gives me a mock salute. “I have my orders and shall proceed.”
When the tip of his tongue touches me, I yelp.
“Oh, did I hurt you?”
“God, no. Just let me groan and growl, Jonas.” I laugh. “Are you sure you’ve done this before? You’re treating me like I’m porcelain. I’m made of sturdier stuff, I assure you.” I pause. “Tell you what. If I say ease, that will be my safe word. Any other phrase or word is fair game. It’s just me expressing myself. Got it?”
“Got it.” His blue eyes glisten. He parts my folds with his thumbs. “So fucking beautiful. Your butterfly wants to flutter on my tongue.” He lets his tongue emerge from his mouth and he makes a slow, lazy sweep up me. “Or maybe it’s the other way around. Damn, you taste fine.”
“Oh, yeah, baby, that’s it.”
He licks. He strokes. He kisses. He moans and growls, clearly excited. He pulls away. “Shit. This is so exciting I’m about to come.” His eyes glitter like blue diamonds. His hands hold my legs apart and his thumbs caresses the opening to my core, while he takes slow, deep breaths. He’s looking at me with a wicked, wicked smile. When he’s calmed his excitement, he lowers his head again, flicking the tip of his tongue along my pearl of pleasure, making little lapping noises like a cat enjoying a dish of milk. He slowly inserts two fingers, circling them, pushing them inside and out. They curve to find my G-spot. He makes small strokes and taps the spot, and I imagine him beckoning me to “come hither.”
I sure want to. I gasp. My body is streaming with energy. My heart is soaring.
Jonas lifts his head and a slow, delicious smile spreads across his face.
Our eyes lock for a brief second. I’m panting, I’m so turned on. “Jonas” is all I can manage to say.
“Come on, kitten. Come for me.” He lowers his head and proceeds to lap up my juices.
I slide toward a sea of pleasure and can’t stop myself from spreading my wings, soaring off the cliff, and diving into sensation like I’ve never experienced. “Oh, Jonas! This is it! I’m coming! I’m coming!” My moans blur into incoherent bliss as I’m carried away by the intense pleasure. It ripples down my legs. It streams up my spine. It makes me shake my head like a dog after a delightful swim. It makes me laugh. It makes me cry. “Okay, enough. That’s enough. Hold on. I can’t take any more,” I finally manage to say.
He slides his fingers out. Wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Spits into his palm and coats his hard cock. Smiles like a wicked angel. “That was hot. Ready for more?”
“Are you?”
“What do you think?” he asks, arching one eyebrow and glancing down between his legs.
I laugh. “I’d say the answer is yes.”
He climbs up me like a tiger slinking through the forest. “You on birth control?”
“Duh.”
“You okay with condom-free? I’m clean. I got checked out a couple weeks ago. And you’re the only one I want from this day forth.”
“Bring it. I don’t want you any other way. Skin contact, baby. Skin to skin.”
He grabs his length and pushes it up and down my slippery wetness. “Do you like that?”
“Yeah, baby. Put it in me.”
“Like this?” he asks, letting the tip enter.
“More.”
“Like this?” He slips in an inch or so.
“Oh, God, Jonas. I’ve never felt anything like this…like you.”
“Good. That’s what I like to hear.” Slowly, he settles deep into my core.
I’m filled with him. He’s big, he’s thick, he’s long, and he’s ever so delicious. I’ve never felt this loved in my life. I’ve never felt as much joy as I do now.
His chest leans against me and we lock eyes, blue on blue. Propped on his elbows, his thumbs caress my cheeks. I inhale deeply, taking in my scents, intermingled with his lusty fragrance.
“I’ve loved you since time began.” The words land in my ears like a soft caress.
A flood of derisive comments enters my brain, each one vying for the winner in deflecting his tender comment. I breathe deeply, shove the quips away, and say, “I’ve loved you longer.”
We lie in stillness, absorbing the shared love, bathing in it, nourishing our souls. Overwhelmed with love, I lock my hands around his neck and pull him closer for a kiss. I’m surrounded by Jonas. I feel him inside and out. Unable to contain our passion, we rock into each other. Once again the intensity builds. Jonas is sliding in and out, slow and deliberate. My eyes widen.
“What?” he says with a smile.
“I…I think I’m going to come again.”
“Yeah, baby,” he says, deep in his throat, the words sounding like a very satisfied growl. “Come all over me, sweetheart. Come on, kitten.”
I climax around him, digging the heels of my boots into his ass, pulling him tight. The intensity of my clenching, milking muscles causes him to release, too.
“Vienna!” he shouts. “Oh, God, girl.” His hips move wildly, pumping into me. “Oh, good God.”
When we finish, we collapse into a sweaty mess on top of the comforter. The room smells fantastic. The room smells like sex. Like Jonas and Vienna sex, best scent in the universe.
Jonas strokes my hair, lying by my side with the most contented, loving smile on his face.
“What?” I say, grinning like a fool. My smile is so wide that my face feels like it’s going to break.
“I’d say that was pretty good for starters.” He kisses my temple.
“For starters? What have you got in mind for a follow-up?”
“A million more occasions like that.”
I pout. “Aw, only a million?”
“That’s just this year. After that, we should start getting really good.” He taps my nose with his fingertip. “You must have been ready for this,” he says.
“For sex with you?”
“For the orgasm. Ever since you told me your secret, I’ve been researching. I’ve learned everything I could about female anatomy. I didn’t know women have to learn how to orgasm. I guess I never thought of it.”
“Huh,” I respond.
“Not only that, but it’s a small percentage of women who never come around a guy’s cock. I had no idea. You gals need stimulation. That I knew. You need foreplay. I was ready to give you all I had.” He grins.
“You did all right,” I say with a chuckle.
“Thanks. I’ll get better. I need practice.” He nuzzles my nose with his. “The fact that you came around my cock is a ka-ching, ka-ching, baby.” He winks at me. “That must mean we’re meant to be together.”
“Proof right there,” I say, smirking. “Never mind the fact that we totally get one another.”
“That’s just an added bonus.”
“When do you want to practice again? I figure I need to make up for lost time.”
“Give me a few and I’ll be ready.”
“Are you kidding me? I’m ready for a nap.”
“Oh, no. No naps just yet. Naps can come later. We’ve got more homework.”
I laugh. “All right, buster. I was always a good student.” I yawn. “Just let me close my eyes for just a minute.”
“Okay,” he agrees, matching my yawn. “Just for a minute.” He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close.
As we drift into bliss, I feel safer than I ever have in my life. Safe, loved and, at long last, sexually sated.
Chapter Twenty
Get the door, will you? The pulse-chime has been going off all day, Nigel sniff
s. It’s driving me crazy. He’s curled up next to Narnia, Jonas’s cat. She’s a saucy little gray and white pound cat. She bosses Nigel around but he thinks he’s her Cat God.
“We’ve had a few deliveries, Nigel. Get over it.”
I’ll get over it when I’m good and ready to get over it.
“Jonas is out there. You’ve sure got attitude,” I respond. “Now that you have a girlfriend, you think you’re all that.” I pick up the appetizers and head into the dining area.
He follows after me, leaping gracefully to the dining table to sniff the food. I am all that. Always have been.
After setting the tray on the table, I scoop him up in my arms and give him a squeeze before tossing him on the floor. “You are truly all that and then some.”
“Happy birthday, kitten,” Jonas calls.
We’ve already rented a house until we can buy something. Jonas wants to buy land and build, but I don’t care—just so we’re together. We figured it wasn’t too soon to throw it down together since we’ve known each other for so many years. It just seemed like the right thing to do and we both wanted a fresh, neutral reality—hence, the rental and the swift move in together.
“Hello, darling,” Magicka says as he sashays into the dining room. “Oh, this looks marvelous. Did you do all this?” He sweeps his hand around the room.
“All my doing,” I say. I’ve decorated the room in birthday cheer. I used to hate my birthday. Not this year. I suspect December tenth will become my favorite time of year. “You look good…as usual.” My eyes roam his attire. “What, you decided on one look today? No mixing it up Nuevo style?”
“I’m going for simple, simple, simple today.” He’s dressed in jeans and a red leather bomber jacket. His hair is swept back with product in a swirl à la James Dean, that cool actor from the mid-nineteen hundreds. Instead of the diamonds he sported along his upper lip, he’s now got rubies. A matching ruby stud is in his earlobe.
“Honey, you can never be simple.” I reach out to give him a big squeeze.
“And what about you?” he says as he releases me. “Mm mm mmm, you look good enough to eat.”
I twirl in a circle feeling like a little kid. I’m wearing a short red dress that hugs every curve, a gold necklace that Jonas gave me, and my trademark boots. My hair is swept to the side and hangs in a whirl of blond, purple, and just a touch of red accents.
“Oh, my, is that a ring I see?”
Magicka grabs my left hand.
I blush and wiggle my fingers. “Oh, it’s just something Jonas gave me. After we’ve settled in, we want to do a commitment ceremony in the spring. Just something to declare our devotion to each other.”
“I’ll officiate,” Magicka declares. “I’ve got the certificate from Holo Industries, you know—Performer of All Ceremonies that Need Officiating. It cost me a few bucks, I filled out a few questions—voilà!” He whistles as he gazes at my ring. “This is not just any ring. It’s beautiful.”
“Thank you. I designed them.”
“Them?” Magicka says with an arched eyebrow.
I laugh. “We’re going for equality in this union. Jonas has one, too. He asked me for the commitment, I asked him, it was a win-win.”
“You only just got back together, girl.”
“So we’re moving fast. The minute we got together, we knew we needed to do something…you know, some gesture to seal the deal. We’ve known each other for a bazillion years, after all.”
“Okay, I’ll give you that.”
The ring is made of two flattened pieces of gold, entwined like coiling vines. A bit of copper threads through the gold, adding a mysterious greenish accent.
Dean, Kaama, Kayos, and Grammy enter the room, talking and laughing, followed by Jonas. “They all arrived at the same time,” he says, giving me a warm smile.
“That’s because Dean drove, dear heart.” Magicka flashes him a saucy wink. “In his Cadillac.”
Jonas shakes his head. “You gender benders and your toys.”
“You heteros and your…your…whatever,” Dean counters, grinning.
Jonas makes his way to me, leans me back along his arms, and gives me a dramatic, movie-worthy kiss. Everyone cheers as I turn twenty-nine shades of scarlet.
“Not sure how I feel about the PDA,” I say to Jonas.
“Get used to it,” he retorts. “We’re together finally and I intend to tell the world.”
“Welcome, everyone. Help yourselves to refreshment.” I bite my lip, put my arm around Jonas, and gaze around the room. “Restoration happens. This celebration is proof enough.”
“Hear, hear, doll,” Dean says, reaching for a glass of champagne. “Here’s to restoration.”
“I’m happy you two finally got off your high horses,” Grammy says to me as she reaches for a cup of cider. “All this ‘we’re just friends’ stuff was getting on my nerves.”
“Timing is everything,” Jonas says. “And friends are good to have.”
“Yes, but good family is even better. Welcome to the family, dear.”
Grammy shuffles between us and puts her arms around both of us.
“Best damn birthday ever,” Jonas says.
“Best damn birthday ever,” I agree. “In more ways than one.” I wink at Jonas.
“Did you give her the best gift a girl could ask for?” Grammy asks Jonas.
Jonas actually reddens. “What’s that, Evelyn? I gave her a ring, I gave her my heart. Are those what you’re referring to?”
“Did you make my girl orgasm?”
His face flames. “Uh, yeah, as a matter of fact. Not just one.”
My foolish new grin spreads across my face. My cheeks feel warm, too. “Grammy! You’re so blunt sometimes.”
“When you’re my age you can be as blunt as you like. I’ve earned this. And that’s the kind of news I like to hear. Good for you. Good for you both. Life’s too short to not enjoy its many pleasures.” She squeezes us both, hard. “Now let’s get this party started.”
More from Calinda B
The Fun Part: Calinda B was told early on that she should be a writer. She heard frequent praise for her writing, as well as her sense of humor. Scoffing at such admonitions and praise, she went on to pursue her life of adventure, chock full of the things that make up a well-rounded adventurous life: music (Yep, she was a singer in a rock and roll band), dance (even performed hip hop in Russia), rock climbing (ever hung from a rock wall a few stories up? Yikes!), fire walking (taught high-ranking Moscow fire officials how to walk the coals), kayaking, scuba diving (she's in love with sharks), travel, and falling in love again and again.
The Daily Grind: An award-winning web designer and certified SEO specialist, Calinda B has worked in the Internet industry as a web page designer/developer since the early 1990's. She has also taught web site design and computer graphics at community colleges in Northern California. In addition to writing, Calinda B creates fine art and music, and enjoys scuba diving, kayaking, and bike riding. Calinda B makes her home in the Pacific Northwest with the love of her life and her two cats. She is currently working on her next book, as usual.
Calinda’s Books
The Beckoning Series
The Beckoning of Beguiling Things
The Beckoning of Beautiful Things
The Beckoning of Broken Things
The Beckoning of BadAss Things
The Wicked Series
A Wicked Prelude: The Prequel
A Wicked Awakening: Book I in the Wicked Series
A Wicked Beginning: Book II in the Wicked Series
Wicked Whispering: Book III in the Wicked Series
Paranormal Nights, nine bestselling authors, including NYT and USA Today bestselling authors Cj Ellisson and Celia Kyle.
Girls Night Out Volume 2, four bestselling authors, including NYT and USA Today bestselling authors CJ Ellisson.
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From Calinda’s next novel, a sci-fi romance tentatively titled Red Rex:
Red Rex - Chapter 1
Gaige reached for a gleaming red apple, nestled in a dish of fruit on the dining room table, glancing at his father and his cronies through the archway that lead to the kitchen. Another meeting of the High Council of Deltarc, freaks of the planet. He tuned out all the male blah de blah—something about possible war if things don’t improve and increased feedings and what to do about the half breed freak—paused, mid-reach, catching his reflection in the polished wood table. That red spot in my eye—it’s growing more pronounced.
“Alright. I’ll see what I can do,” his father growled at the males as they stood to leave. He slammed the door behind them and stood in the doorway. “I want to rule. On top. Not to the right or left in a subservient position. On top. I can turn this situation around. Elections are around the corner. You’re in the way of my plans, you half-breed mongrel.”
“This again. You’re obsessed with ruling. You need to find an outlet for all that energy of yours.” Gaige waved his hand at his father. “Try soccer.”
His father ignored him. “We came to this planet for a reason—to feed and grow strong. Now our numbers are dwindling. Purebred offspring are being miscarried or dying at birth. We’re on the endangered list. We could go extinct. We need pure blood heirs, not freakish half-bloods.”
“Celebrate diversity,” Gaige said with a shrug. “And evolution. I thought that’s what the Deltarcs came to this planet for.”
“We came to nourish our race. Our planetary resources were dwindling. Our kind is unique…glorious…none finer. We’re supracelestial giants in the cosmos, revered among many planets. We don’t need watered down versions.”
“This crap again? Save it for someone who cares. What we need is more soccer fields. City of Seattle won’t keep ours maintained.” Gaige glanced at the small glowing tattoo on his father’s face. The outline of a star with a circle and a triangle inside, it stood as the symbol for the “supracelestial” or “diamond body,” an invisible channel of energy supposedly surrounding every being. All the big-wig, muckety-mucks in his father’s organization wore them, distinguishing themselves from their lessors. “You’re not planning on coming out of the closet, are you? ‘Hey, humans, want to know what kind of freakazoid race lives here with you?’ If the people of Earth found out they were co-habiting with your kind…” He shuddered.