‘I want to appreciate you too.’ Her hands gravitated to the buttons of his shirt and she began slowly revealing the man throbbing with heat beneath. She knew he was watching her intently and was close enough to feel his increasing appreciation.
Cal’s shirt dropped to the floor, Bea visually devoured him, from the angular jut of his clavicles to the faultless sculpture of his abs. A surfer’s body alright. But before she had time to admire any further, his solid palm was on her back, bringing her to him and unhooking her bra.Oh my God.She could barely cope with the heat surging through her from just the tips of her breasts meeting this Scotsman’s firm, fevered body.
Cal evidently couldn’t bear it either. Seconds later, his mouth claimed Bea’s, hot and ravenous. The urgency burned in the room as intense as the amber sunset outside.
They fell to the bed, denim, naked skin and need. Cal hovered over her, biceps rippling as he gazed at her unveiled breasts.
‘These are fucking incredible, Bea.’
‘You don’t think they’re too big?’ Bea had at many points in her life been self-conscious of her chest size.
But Cal was adamant. ‘Whatever idiot told you that needs their eyes checked. Absolutely, definitely not.’ He dipped to one nipple and sucked, a rough groan escaping his throat. Shifting himself to get comfortable, Bea felt the force of his erection once again.
‘Oh, Cal, that is divine.’
As he flicked his tongue across the tip of her nipple, Bea puffed out thousands of mini exhales, until her only choice was to suck in air again.
Cal drifted down her body, landing soft kisses on her stomach all the way to the top of her jeans, one hand still grasping her breast, like he couldn’t bear to let it go. When he reached the sensitive skin above the button, she said, ‘You don’t even have to ask’.
With a smile and a deft flick, the button was freed and the zipper released. Standing at the foot of the bed, Cal peeled the jeans from her legs. Bea knew that her arousal was visible through her panties.
Sure enough, he didn’t miss it.
‘Fuck, Bea.’ Gently he coaxed her knees apart and caressed the damp fabric. ‘You’re drenched.’
‘Mmhm.’
He wasted no time in taking the elastic of the panties between his teeth and pulling them down. It was incredible and unbearable at the same time. ‘Oh, Cal. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.’
‘I haven’t even started yet.’ He edged her underwear over her knees and across her ankles. ‘Fuck! Look at you. I’ve never… Oh, Bea.’
Cal nudged her knees apart further, staring like he’d discovered life-changing treasure, before unbuttoning his own jeans one handed. It shot a flame through her, like fire over whisky. Was this it? Bea was aching for him but she knew that as soon as he was inside her, things would go rocketing forward and this was something to savour, one heated moment at a time.
‘Don’t worry,’ he assured as he removed his jeans. ‘I’m just getting more comfortable.’
Bea relaxed. She could see the insistent bulge through his underwear. It couldn’t be comfortable having that within the confines of denim.
‘I don’t want this to be over,’ Cal added, ‘but I won’t stand a chance once I’m fucking you, so let’s take our time.’ He knelt between her legs and she knew he could see how turned on she was. And his talking in that thick gravelly accent about fucking her – it made her wetter than the North Sea waves crashing into shore outside.
‘Cal, touch me, for the love of God.’
‘Thought you’d never ask.’ He winked and brought his hand between her legs, teasing her clit in circles with a strong, skilled finger. She mewled. .
‘Jesus. You’re getting wetter by the second.’
‘Mmm. You’re responsible so you’d better fix it.’ Bea offered a smile so he knew she was playing.
‘Oh, I’ll take full responsibility. You want more?’ Cal could play too and he plunged several fingers inside her, pulsing into a place that made her writhe and beg.
‘Oh, mmm, please, more!’
He gave it to her. ‘Come for me, Bea. Show me how you fall apart.’
‘I’m going to. But if you…’ Bea was trying to say that if he wanted inside her and to feel her orgasm then he had better do it fast. But Cal appeared intent on letting her reach her climax by the skill of his hand alone, provided he got to watch. That was fine by her because in that moment, she wanted nothing more than to come for him.
That thought carried Bea to the edge, her eyes fluttering closed, her back arching, hands clawing for the bedsheets.
‘Oh, oh, Cal. That’s so… Oh! You have… Oh God!’
