Calix pumped once, twice, three times and then on a tense groan from deep in his throat, I felt warmth spill inside of me and I knew - he’d found his release.
Chapter 14
Calix wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight as he pressed tiny, slow kisses over my face. I was still breathing heavy - and he was still inside of me. I couldn’t believe how perfect this night had been. Never, in all my romances, had I ever encountered something so romantic as the night Calix had given to me. It had been perfect - Calix was perfect.
Slowly, he lifted himself onto his hands, still keeping himself buried deep. “How are you?”
“Mmm,” I smiled. “I’m good.”
I saw his eyes searching my face seriously, but his question was playful. “Just good, love?”
Shifting, to lean onto my elbows to kiss him, Calix hissed in a sharp breath and I stilled. “What?”
“God, you’ve fucking ruined me.”
“How?”
He chuckled. “Nothing, love. It doesn’t matter.” He buried his face in my throat, pressing his lips to the hollow there. “I’m addicted to you. Already, I know this.”
I liked that idea - that he be addicted to me. I don’t know why, but I wanted to be his obsession. I wanted to be his craving and his weakness and I wanted to be his strength. I simply wanted Calix - all of him - always.
“Calix,” I spoke his name softly - again stopping myself from telling him I loved him. “Thank you.”
He caught my face in his hand, pressing a kiss to my lips. “You’re fucking amazing, love.”
“Hmm.” I moaned against his lips.
Calix pulled back, shifting to pull himself out of me. I felt - naked - in a way I had never felt before, and didn’t like, as he pulled away. “How are you feeling?”
“Um?”
He placed his hand against my sex and I flinched in shock. “Here, love?” He said gruffly. “How are you feeling here?”
“Oh,” I breathed as I moved my hips and felt a small ache. “A little sore. Not too bad though.”
His lips tensed and I frowned. Had he seriously expected me not to hurt after? He had been my first. Calix interrupted my thoughts with a gentle but firm command. “Stay here.”
“Okay.”
Calix pushed himself from the bed to move to the bathroom. I heard the tap turn on and I listened, lying on the bed as I waited for him to come back. When he reappeared, he had a washcloth in his hand and he was coming around the bed.
“Open your legs.”
“Pardon me?”
“Love,” he sighed. “Let me.”
I didn’t know what he wanted me to let him do, but I opened my legs for him regardless. Such a small action depicted so much trust it was astonishingly aweing. It was then I realized that not only did I love Calix, I trusted him. I trusted him with the something I’d held precious for years - my body.
Calix pressed the warm cloth to my sex, cleaning me carefully and slowly before taking the cloth back to the bathroom without a word. When he reappeared, I’d covered myself beneath the crisp blankets. My body was exhausted. I was ready for bed.
“Tired, love?” Calix asked as I watched him move around the bedroom blowing out candles.
I nodded before answering audibly. “I am.”
When he’d finished blowing out the candles, he closed the glass wall and sheer curtains leading onto the deck of the bedroom, enclosing us in the only the soft light of the moon and candle on his side of the bed. I watched him walk to the bed, naked and beautiful, with his eyes on me. When he pulled back the sheets to join me, I didn’t wait for him to pull me in close to his body like usual. This time, I snuggled right into his chest and I felt his breath catch as he wrapped me in his arms. A long window stretched on the wall opposite the bed, letting in the light of the moon reflecting down on the water outside the yacht.
I was on the brink of sleep when I heard his low voice rumble. “You’re perfect, love.” He kissed the top of my head. “I don’t deserve you.”
I didn’t reply. I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing at all. I pressed my face into his chest, wrapping my arms around him tighter and then I fell into sleep.
I woke the next morning to a beautiful canvas of an orange and pink sunrise. Calix’s arms were wrapped around me and my back was facing him. He was kissing a line from my shoulder to the base of my neck and back. I felt his swollen length against my backside and felt my body respond immediately.
“You’re awake?” He asked against my skin, obviously noticing my stirring.
“Yes.”
“How did you sleep?”
“Amazingly.” I replied honestly. “You?”