by Vicki Green
Chapter Seven
Caylan
I feel like something’s changed. Something good. Maybe I’m imagining it, but it seems like Irish is becoming a bit more receptive. Like maybe her walls are slowly breaking down, chipping off. Hearing just a little bit about her parents, I now know why she is the way she is. No wonder she can’t stand men. Was I attracted to her body first? Okay, I am a guy so sure I noticed her luscious body. However, it’s her confidence, her strength and determination that I fell for. What attracts me even more is having to work for a relationship. All the women I’ve been with simply lay down and spread their legs. Most are selfish, giving nothing in return. Not saying there aren’t some that gave great head but that’s not what’s important. No woman has ever made me feel like I’m a person. That I matter. It’s always about them and what they can do to get me in the sack. Now, I know how Irish feels. Damn. I might be growing up.
I sit down beside her and make a grocery list, the whole time she whines that she wants to go with me. I can’t carry her and push a cart and let’s face it, she sucks using the crutches. Finally, I left and am now scouring the card rack for the perfect card. I want something to go along with the flowers I got her to cheer her up. I know she’s active and not being able to get around is going to end up driving her batty. I’ll be there to help or take her wrath. Probably the latter.
I get back to my apartment and lug in the five sacks of groceries. I’m standing at the breakfast bar, removing items when she hobbles in on her crutches. Stubborn. She stands beside me, watching me unpack, when suddenly I stop and pull out a bar stool. “Sit, please.” Hey, at least I’m being nice. She looks up at me and smiles then sits down, laying the crutches against the counter. “Good girl.” I smile back and hers widens. I love to see her smile and be relaxed. It just makes me that much more attracted to her. I stop and find the sack that holds my gift for her and pull out the bouquet of fresh flowers and the card. She sits up and blinks rapidly as I hand them to her.
“For me?” she whispers, her eyes lighting up. I watch her breathe in the roses, closing her eyes. Sexy. “How did you know I love roses? And where did you find peach colored?”
I wink and nod. “I notice everything. You smell like roses and you wear a lot of peach colored clothes and you smell like them so I guessed it’s your favorite.” Turning around, I grab a vase from underneath the sink and fill it with water. I set it down next to her and take the bouquet from her hands. Grabbing the scissors from the drawer below me and cutting off the ends of the stems, I place each rose in the vase, mixed with the baby’s breath and the other greenery. She reads the card and when she looks at me, something shifts between us.
“You look like you’ve done that before,” she smirks, playfully. She’s shoving off any seriousness.
A chuckle escapes me. “Actually, this is my first time. Okay, well, for a woman I’m attracted to. I have given flowers to my mom and sister before, but, not roses.” Her smile falls replaced by something else I can’t decipher. I hope I didn’t just blow it.
“I’m honored to be your first.” Her eyes twinkle. She has no idea how badly I want to be her first.
I bend down, resting my arm on the counter and my hand sweeps up into her hair. I stare into her beautiful brown eyes and grow serious. “I’d be honored to be your first, Irish.” Her eyes widen with my confession. “Yes, I know you’re a virgin and no, no one told me. I can just tell. Trust me, it’s not obvious. I just can just — sense these things.” I lean in and kiss her full lips. “I’ll be gentle, love. I promise.” I watch her throat as she swallows hard. Did I scare her off? Did I come on too strong, too soon? Shit! What was I thinking? She leans up, pressing her mouth against mine, her hand moving up my chest, along the side of my face, and then her fingers move into my hair. My tongue doesn’t hesitate to move in as soon as her lips part. God, I can’t seem to get enough. I want more. So much more.
My heart is beating so fast but then disappointment sets in when she pulls back. Her fingers still wound in my hair, her eyes intense. “Yes. Please. Now.”
I cup both sides of her face in my hands. “I don’t want to hurt you, Irish. Physically or mentally. Maybe we should wait until….”
“No. Now. Please, Caylan,” she whispers in panic.
I don’t think. All I do is feel. I release her precious face and bend down, lifting her in my arms. Her mouth finds mine, and we begin kissing frantically. She tugs my hair, and I begin to come undone. I carry her swiftly through the living room and into my bedroom. I almost trip before I lay her on my bed. Her hair fans out around her on the pillow. She’s a vision. She releases my hair, her hands rubbing down my chest. I kiss her hard as I feel the button on my jeans pull free. I reach down and cup her breast and rub my thumb across her nipple over her bra. She moans loudly, but it’s muffled by my mouth. The feel of my zipper being lowered makes me even more frantic with my kiss, the excitement of being inside her almost overwhelming. Reaching down, my hand moves underneath her shirt, feeling the soft skin of her stomach. It twitches with my touch, her legs automatically spreading as I get more comfortable between them. I push her bra up over her breast and tweak her nipple. She begins to squirm underneath me. My moan is incredibly loud when her hand moves under my boxers, the feel of her taking my more than hardened cock in her hand makes me almost lose it right then.
Not wanting to waste any more time, I move back, pull my shirt up and over my head, throwing it on the floor behind me. I climb off the bed and stand before her and watch her eyes fill heavy with desire as I remove my jeans and boxers, letting them fall at my feet. I step out, kicking them away. I stare into her eyes as I take hold of my cock and begin stroking it, wanting to ram it inside her so badly. I’m trying to go slow, make her want it so much she’ll beg for it. “God! I ache for you, Irish. So badly.” She licks her lips subconsciously and I know I’m getting to her. “Are you wet for me, love? Do you want me inside you?” Her head nods, just the slightest, her hands fisting the sheets. “How bad, Irish?”
She swallows hard, her legs twitch, her eyes glued to my hand on my cock. “Caylan,” she pleads.
My cock is pulsating in want. Need. I climb up on the bed, putting my hands on the waistband of her pants. Slowly, I begin to pull them down. I watch as her beautiful skin appears, all the way down her legs until they are completely off. Then, I take the hem of her shirt and begin pulling it up. I stop and grab under her arms, lifting her up until she’s sitting then proceed to pull her shirt over her head. She lays back down and I just look at her. My eyes scan down her luscious body, now laying there before me only in a black lacy bra and matching panties. Exquisite. I can’t stand it anymore, the need to feel her begins to make me crazy. I take her panties and pull them over her hips, revealing more unblemished skin. My eyes widen, my cock growing even harder as I see she’s as bare as the day she was born. Fucking beautiful. After removing them, letting them join the rest of the clothes on the floor, I bend down and kiss right above her clit. She yells out, her fist clenching the sheets, her knuckles turning white. “Oh! God!”
I look up at her and see her head is tilted up, pushed hard into the pillow. Her eyes are closed and a flush has swept over her face. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. “Irish.” Her eyes open, heavy with desire. “Has no one ever touched you here?” Her chest rises and falls with her heavy breathing. She shakes her head hard and I can’t stop my smile. Perfect. I watch her as I sweep my hand through her wetness. Her hips buck, her eyes close again. “So wet. So ready.” I push a finger inside her, my thumb rubbing against her swollen clit. “So tight.” Her hips begin to buck uncontrollably, her legs shaking.
“Caylan,” she whimpers. Her eyes snap open, glaring into mine. “Please. I can’t….”
“Shhhh, love. Let me take care of you.” One thought enters my mind. Not the best time to ask but I have to be sure. “Are you on the pill, Irish? Are you covered or do I need to get a condom?”
She no
ds rapidly. “I’m on the pill.” Relief fills me.
I impatiently lower myself and taste her, grabbing ahold of her hip with one hand while I continue to massage her clit with my thumb. “Caylan! Oh, my God!” she screams as an orgasm overtakes her. Her wetness invades my tongue, pouring out quickly. I never understood guys saying it tastes sweet because it doesn’t. Warm. Salty. To me: divine. I lap it up like a man in the desert. Before she has a chance to come down from her release, I move up and reach beneath her, unclasp her bra and pull it down, wanting to feel all of her. I put my mouth to her ear as I line my aching cock up to her entrance. “This might hurt a little. Hold onto me. Tight,” I whisper.
She grabs my shoulders as I lower my mouth and cover her perk nipple. I begin to suck hard as I ram my cock into her. “AH!” she screams, her body stiffening. I stay still, my body shaking from finally being inside her and trying not to move. I look up and see her eyes are closed tight. Her hands squeezing my shoulders as her fingernails dig into my skin. It appears she’s holding her breath, and I begin to panic until she opens her mouth and lets out a big breath. She begins to breathe heavily so I suck on her nipple hard and nip it roughly. The moan that follows, bellows from deep within her. Fuck that was sexy. To know that I caused that makes me want to fuck her hard. I’ll refrain because I want to be gentle. For her. This time.
I release her nipple, leaving it wet, and start to move, gliding in and out. My cock is coated with her wetness, making it easier since she’s so tight. I grab ahold of her hips, helping to keep them from bucking as I look at her eyes. “I need you to keep breathing, love. Try to relax for me.” Her eyes open, half-mast with desire. “Good girl.” She takes a shaky breath, then I feel her relax a little. She begins to meet my every move, and we become in sync. I thought I might be too large for her small frame, but I can feel her adjust as we continue. I remove one hand from her hip and begin rubbing her clit again. Her hands tighten on my shoulders and as she begins her ascent, her fingernails dig deeper. I’m okay with that. I’ll take any amount of pain for her.
“AHHHHHHHH!” she screams. “CAYLAN!” My name from her lips in her blissful state makes me cum so fucking hard.
My head tilts back. My brows furrow with my own release. My arms begin to shake, my body shudders. “IRISH,” explodes from my mouth in my own cry of ecstasy. The strain in my arms becomes too much so I let myself collapse beside her. Half of my body is on her, half on the mattress. I lay there panting, my body sweaty. I feel her hand rubbing my back and turn my head to face her. Her smile is huge. Her eyes look sated. I don’t ever think I can get enough of her. “Are you okay?” My voice is rough, unclear from my own exertion.
“Never been better,” she whispers. “So that’s what all the hype is about.” She lets out a small laugh. Her brows suddenly lower, her smile gone as seriousness sets in. “Thank you.” Tears fill her eyes. I reach up and cup her face. She closes her eyes as she leans into my touch, tears overflow down her cheeks.
“Those better be happy tears or you might give me a complex.” I joke, trying to lighten her mood.
Her smile returns as she opens her eyes. “Very happy tears.”
Relief floods me. If it hadn’t been good for her, I would be right back inside her, showing her just how good it could be. Instead, I lean over and kiss her swollen lips, hard, then I climb off the bed and tell her not to move. I hear a giggle when I walk into the bathroom and turn on the water in the tub. After making sure it’s the perfect temperature, I walk back to her, lift her in my arms and kiss her all the way back. I step into the tub, carefully sitting down, and set her down in front of me. Cautiously, I lift her leg and drape it over the side. She leans back against my chest, looks up at me and smiles. “You might be a little sore. I’m sorry for that.” I lean down and kiss her nose.
“Worth it.” She smiles back at me.
We lay there for a bit, my cock already getting hard for her again. She begins rubbing my arm as we stay in comfortable silence. Her fingers stop suddenly, and I tilt my head to look down at her. “So, now that you’ve had me, are you going to walk away?” she whispers faintly, staring at her hand, but I heard loud and clear.
Frowning, I lift her chin making her look at me, water dripping from my hand. Her eyes are closed but I can see the wetness on her lashes. “Look at me, Irish.” Her eyes open, sadness fills them. “I hate all the guys that have hurt you. Hate that they made you put up such a protective barrier. Am I gonna walk away? Hell, no. What we just shared was loving, tender, caring.” She blinks, causing a tear to fall. “In many ways, it was a first for me too.” One eyebrow raises in question. My mouth lifts in a smile. “I’ve always used a condom. I’ve never wanted to make love bare before, or wanted that kind of intimacy with anyone. I’ve also never gone down on a woman before.” Her lips part and I see a faint smile from the corner of her mouth. My brows lower as I become serious. “I’ve never, ever, wanted one woman before, Irish. I’ve lived my life in a tailspin, never thinking I’d ever find a woman that could tame me or that I would deserve. Until you.”
She leans up and captures my mouth before I can continue. All the feelings I have for her are poured into this one kiss. We make out like teenagers for a bit but the water soon becomes cool. I carry her out, placing one of my big towels around her, then take her back to my bed. I left her only a short time, going to the kitchen and grabbing some grapes and cheese onto a plate, then quickly went back to her and climbed in beside her. We lay on our sides, feeding each other and talking. “So. I told you a little about my parents. What about your family?” She holds a grape up to my lips and I suck it in, along with her finger. She squeals and giggles until I release it. Too fucking cute.
“Well.” I swallow and pick up a grape, holding it to her mouth. She takes it and I’m mesmerized by her mouth as she chews. “I actually had a good childhood. Loving home.” I take a deep breath. “My parents are great. Mom stays at home and Dad travels a lot for work and I have one sister. Jen’s hair is redder than mine. Someday….” I look up into her eyes and smile. “Someday, I’d like to have them meet you.” Her eyes are full of surprise but her smile warms my heart.
“Where is home, Caylan?”
“Where you are.”
I want her to be my family.
She clamps her lips together and then laughs, lightly smacking my arm. “I mean where your family is.”
I give into a laugh. “Georgia.” I look down, almost shyly, then back up into her eyes. “A very small town in Georgia. Will you go with me? I mean, after you’re healed.”
She starts to pick up a piece of cheese when her hand relaxes, resting on the plate. “I’d love that. Are you sure they’d be ready for me.” A laugh escapes her mouth.
I reach up and tuck some of her long hair behind her ear then cover my hand over the side of her face. “They’ll love you.” I watch her throat constrict as she swallows, those feelings I’ve had for so long rising to the surface. Can she feel them? Can she feel how much I care for her?
“I’m gonna go hobble into the bathroom.” She leans over and kisses me then I watch her slide off the bed and put the crutches under her arms. I watch her hobble into the bathroom and shut the door. She’s actually getting really good at that. Pride swells up inside me.
Am I falling in love too fast? I don’t think I’m in love but I’m definitely falling for love. I’ve never experienced that before. Never wanted it. I was fine having all the one night stands, the casual sex. But now? She’s all I can think about whether I’m awake or asleep. I want to do everything with her. To her. I’ve never wanted to take a woman home to meet my family. They’ll go crazy. Maybe I should call them – warn them or maybe I should warn her. Mom and Jen might go a little overboard.
Irish
Oh. My. God! I feel like I could hyperventilate. I try pacing the small area in the bathroom but using a crutch really makes it difficult. I stop and look at myself in the mirror. Do I look different? I feel different. Okay, wel
l, other than the soreness in my lady parts, I feel more like a woman. A woman who had sex. Oh, my God! I had sex! But not with just anyone. Caylan. I had sex with Caylan! Okay. Calm down. Should I call Taren? He would hear me talking. When we go over there tomorrow, she’ll take one look at me and she’ll know. Bestie’s are keen to that.
I reach up and touch my face. It’s still a little flush and the color is all telling. I promised myself I would never be like my mother. That when I had sex it would be because it would be out of love. Mean something. One weekend and I have sex with him. Making love not sex. Do I love him? Does he love me? All this time I’ve guarded my heart so carefully. I feel it’s still guarded yet some pieces have melted away. I’m not sure if love is what we feel for each other but I do feel like there is mutual respect. I believe that he’s trying to gain my trust and that he wants to be with me. He hasn’t really said that he’s given up women, to be with only me, but he did say that, in so many words. I start biting my fingernail, worry suddenly filling me.
“Quit thinking so much, Irish, and get back in here.”
His voice makes me jump. Shit! It’s like he was reading my mind. I use the toilet, wash my hands, and then splash water on my face. I look at myself, one more time, as I pat my skin dry with a towel. “You’ve got this. Everything’s fine.”
I open the door and gasp, slamming into his broad chest. He grabs my arms, my crutches falling to the floor with a loud bang. He pushes me back a bit and looks into my eyes. “What’s fine?”
“Oh! Uh….”
He searches my eyes like he’s looking onto my soul. “Irish. Is something wrong? Please, tell me.”