“Never better.” He kissed me again and I felt his hand, that was resting against my belly, move lower.
My breath hitched. “Calix.”
“How are you feeling this morning?”
“I,” I stuttered as his fingers dipped between my legs, finding the moistness of my desire for him. My body turned to flames as his finger moved through the soft folds. “Oh,”
“Shit baby,” he ground out the words. “You’re soaked.”
“Umhmm.”
“Nova?” My name was a question I didn’t know how to answer and thankfully, Calix clarified with another. “How are you feeling?”
“Good.” I replied truthfully as his finger swirled around my clit. I moaned, “So good.”
He stopped moving his hand and I groaned a frustrated sound. “Nova, you need to be honest with me. I don’t want to hurt you. Tell me how you’re feeling.”
I rolled onto my back to glare at him. “I told you I feel fine.”
“Are you sore?”
“A little.” I huffed. “But it’s not a bad kind of sore.”
“What kind of sore is it?” He growled, clearly irritated with my avoidance of his question.
“The kind of sore that tells me you had me - that you were inside of me. The kind of sore that tells me I’m yours. The kind of sore that tells me I want to be yours again - forever and ever.”
The irritation in his eyes was quickly replaced with something I liked a whole lot better. Heat. And when he pushed me onto my back, I went willingly. My arms wrapped around his neck as he crushed his lips to mine, moving his hand between my legs. Softly, he stroked me into another orgasm before placing himself between my legs and pushing. There was a pain, but it was more a raw pain than anything and it was quickly forgotten as Calix filled me the way I knew only he could.
His arm moved around the small of my back, and he moved me on top of him as he flipped us over. The different angle of him inside me had my mouth open and a sharp breath stinging my lungs. “Oh Calix,”
“Is this okay?” He asked nervously, stiffly. I could see he was afraid of moving - afraid of hurting me. The look on his face was adorable. For the first time, this strong, take what he wanted man, was terrified of something. The frailty in his expression was beautiful, but what made it so beautiful wasn’t the weakness of it - but the fact that he allowed me to witness this weakness. And that I was this particular weakness’s Achilles Heal.
“I’m okay.” I breathed and his hands moved to my hips.
Gripping my hips firmly, he looked up into my face. “Can you move, love?”
I nodded, but I wasn’t sure. This felt so different than before - with him on top. He filled me so much as it was, but like this, with me on top, I felt even more full of him. Taking a deep breath, I started to move and winced. “I,” I pulled in a breath and I felt his fingers press into my skin. “I need you to help me.” I pleaded. “Calix,” I dropped my head into his shoulder, suddenly feeling nervous and hot. “Guide me.”
“Love,” he craned his neck to press a calming kiss into my hair. I knew he could sense my sudden panic because his hands moved slowly over the length of my back. “I’m going to sit up and bring you with me, alright?”
I nodded against his shoulder. “Okay.”
And then he moved. When he sat up, he filled me in a different way and it didn’t hurt nearly as much. Obviously, I was a little more sore than I’d thought. But now, with the sheets resting around our waists and me sitting in his lap, impaled on his shaft, chest to chest, face to face, I felt better. I just wanted him to move inside of me. I wanted to find the sweet relief I’d found with him so many times before.
“Please Calix.” I pressed my lips to his, kissing him hard. When I felt him move inside of me, slight gentle movements, I moaned against his lips as I lost myself around him.
He was gentle again this morning just as he had been the night before. His strokes were measured and soft, his kisses attentive and addicting. It didn’t take me long to meet him in another earthshattering orgasm as my body bowed and Calix held me tight as I fell into a few seconds of heaven on earth, before he joined me in that sweet heaven. When he was finished, spilling his heat inside me, he crooked his head and pressed a soft, loving kiss to my forehead.
My heart swelled.
My reflection was staring back at me in the bathroom mirror. Calix was calling for breakfast to be delivered to our room - yes, room service on a yacht - again, he had too much money.
Shaking my head, I studied myself in the mirror, my skin was flushed, my eyes were shining the color of spun gold and even though my chocolate waves were messy, they looked great. I was naked - stark naked - standing in front of the mirror. I don’t know what I expected when I looked at my body, but I’d sort of expected it to look a little different. I expected to see some physical evidence that I’d given my innocence to Calix. But I didn’t. There was no evidence of our actions on my body. The only evidence I had was memory, the mess of a bed in our bedroom and the persistent, but sweet ache between my legs.