“If I’m going to have you, it’s going to be in my bed.” The door was already opened a crack, so I kicked it the rest of the way while walking in with her in my arms. It crashed against the wall, but I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered right now was the woman I was holding.
I placed her down on the bed, but she quickly stood back up. “And what if I wanted to have you first?” she asked while reaching for the buckle of my belt, undoing it torturously slowly.
I was knocked speechless as she lowered herself to her knees at the same time as she dropped my pants, slowlypulling down my boxers only after she was face-level with my cock.
She took me in her mouth, and it feltso damn good.
“Fuck, Stella,” I hissed. The way her tongue ran circles around the head sent shivers up my spine and threatened to make me come apart already.
I tried as much as I could to hold myself back, but I still wanted to make her feel good and she needed to get her mouth off me if I had any chance of doing that. I backed up and pulled her up to stand. She tried to give me a pouty look, but I kissed her hard and pushed her back toward the bed, forcing her to lay down as I continued to kiss her.
I trailed my lips from hers, down her chin to her throat and to the base of her neck, relishing in the tiny moans she would let escape her perfect lips. Unclasping her bra with one hand, I peeled it off her to reveal the most perfect, pink nipples that reminded me of her snow-cold cheeks. I’d never look at her the same in the winter again.
I kissed them each on my way down her body, taking note of every spot that made her breath hitch just a little more than others. I wanted to know her, every single inch of her.
When I got to her underwear, I reached up to grab the band gently but connected my eyes with hers first. “Is this okay?”
She nodded, giving me breathless confirmation in response.
I slowly peeled them off, my mouth watering in response.
“Oh, love, you’re so wet for me.”
“Told you.” She was so cocky when she was turned on, I loved this version of her. But who was I kidding? I loved every version of her.
The thought would have stopped me in my tracks if not for the way she writhed her hips on my tongue. Her moans were growing louder as she panted my name, and a deep sense of satisfaction fell over me as she came apart on my face.
“Get inside me now,” she demanded, hardly giving herself a second to catch her breath.
I wasn’t going to tell her no, especially when I was as hard as I was. She had gotten me so close with her mouth, and then watching her come had brought me to a whole other level. I needed to be inside her.
I grabbed a condom from an unopened box in the drawer of my bedside table.
As I climbed on top of her, tipping at her entrance, I locked my eyes with hers again. The heat in them was undeniable, but I still needed to be sure. “Is this okay?”
“Calvin, why do you keep asking if it’s okay?”
“Because, love. Just because you consent once doesn’t mean it’s continual. This stops the momentyoudecide it does. You have control. Your yes is only a yes for as long as it feels good, and if at any moment it doesn’t, I need to know. Okay?”
She visibly softened underneath me and her eyes shone with unshed tears. “Calvin. I—yes, please, take me,” she begged, bringing me closer.
As I slid inside her she moaned my name. The way we fit and the way we came undone together, the feeling was proof that neither of us would ever be the same again.
It was official, the only thing better than sleeping in Calvin’s arms was the way he made me come repeatedly last night…and again this morning. After he used his tongue and then his cock, he declared he needed to use his fingers, and then his tongue again,for good measure.I never knew I could come more than once during sex, but Calvin proved it was possible while he made me ride out one orgasm that led into another.
It wasn’t just the sex, though, it was theconsent.He made me feel so safe, while making me feel beyond irresistible. He put the ball in my court, and I’d never had that before. Nick quite often took what he wanted from me, whenever he pleased. Regardless of how I was feeling or what I needed, he moved only for his own benefit.
A chill ran through my body as the memory of Nick’s words came barrelling back.“You know, a wife can’t accuse her husband of rape because it’s her duty to provide for him.”I had been too terrified to even look into whether that was true or not.
Noting the sleeping lumberjack beside me, I knew I would never have to worry about that again.
I leaned over and kissed said lumberjack, nuzzling into his face as his sleepy arms reached out to pull me in close. After we had each other in the shower early this morning, we came back to lay in bed and Calvin quickly fell asleep. I think his emotions were fried after the news he received yesterday. The sex was a temporary distraction not a permanent fix, and I was glad he could rest while I worked on the next part of my plan.
“Calvin, I’m going to meet with Trixie. I’ll see you later, okay?”
He tried to protest, but sleep was too powerful and won him over. I gave him a quick kiss and then admired his sleeping form while I got dressed, remembering what he had told me last night. Melting at the memory of waking up that very first morning with a blanket on me that I assumed had been Trixie, when really, it was him all along. I did the same for him, tucking him in and planting one more kiss on his forehead before leaving his room and making my way back to the bed and breakfast.
“Heavens to Betsy!” I heard from the kitchen as a pot went crashing down to the floor. I had startled Trixie when I came into the bed and breakfast but instead of her voice being warm and melodic like it was the very first night I had arrived in Love, it was now broken and watery.
