His hands flicked her clit.
“More, Cal!” she begged greedily.
He caressed her clit again harder this time making her groan louder. “Beautiful little clit.” He sucked it into his mouth.
She lost it as she thrust against him. No longer ruled by common sense but a primal instinct that demanded he meet her needs. He had to pleasure her now.
“Now Cal!” she demanded.
He placed his cock at the edge of her lips gently stroking up and down. She waited for him and thrust upward impaling herself on his broad head.
“Please, Cal, she begged.”
He thrust into her, winded her with the power of it, he went deeper filling her with his cock. He used fast short strokes to keep her off balanced driving her pleasure up to the next level but never offered the possibility of relief.
She wrapped her legs around him holding on tight. She wanted this for the rest of her life. Fifty years from now she wanted to be clinging to him just as tightly.
“You will,” he whispered through their link.
The words opened a flood gate allowing her to feel his feeling. She could feel the walls of her pussy pulling tight on him. He throbbed, short bursts of ecstasy flew through his cock to his balls and through his body. The feeling of it pulsed over to her, making her pussy tingle. The nerve endings jumped with the most wonderful electricity.
Once again, the joy of feeling his pleasure as he pleasured her was overwhelming. Too know that he loved sinking into her. She could feel his fight to keep his motion short instead of pulling out and hammering back in. He wanted relief, it was in every taut line of his body, but she could feel his desire to pleasure her first.
Her body gave in, it became soft and malleable underneath him. She wanted what he wanted—relief, a spiral into bliss for both of them.
His stroke lengthened as he pulled all the way out before pounding into her. She met him stroke for stroke giving as good as she was getting. He changed angles hitting right up against her pleasure center causing her to cry out. Her body began to tighten and shake.
For one impossible moment she went still, hanging in the balance before she broke apart crying his name over again. She sky rocketed leaving the earth, leaving her body as she ended up in a sea of never ending sensation. She closed her eyes wanting to stay there forever.
Cal drove deep one last time as he pumped his seed deep into her, joining her on her trip.
Cal rolled to his side never pulling out of her. He drew her closer into his embrace and held her as her heart still pounded and her breath still came in gasps. Her body continued to shudder around his. He lie there in the silence enjoying the time he had with her.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to walk again.”
“You have to. How else will you get food to keep up your energy so we can do this again?”
“I think I’ll be a queen and laze around the bed commanding you to bring me food.”
Your wish is my desire, Queen Paige.”
“That does sound good, the desire part as well as the queen part.” She gave a small laugh placing a kiss on his chest. “I can feel you hardening.”
“Do you have any desires?”
“Make slow sweet love to me.”
“Yes, my Queen.”
Chapter Twenty Eight
Paige opened her eyes wondering what woke her. She looked over to see Cal sleeping. She loved the way his face relaxed when he was asleep; he looked like he didn’t have a care in the world. The more she was connected with him in their soul bond, the more she knew that wasn’t the truth. There was a hole in his heart, he thought he should be doing more but he simply wasn’t sure what the more was.
She set a pillow against the head board so she could relax into it. It was Christmas Eve; she took a quick look at her hands to see if they were shaking. They were as steady as a surgeon’s hands. The shaking would come, she was positive of it. She looked again for what woke her. The room was cast in shadows with a beam of moonlight coming through the window to highlight Cal’s face.
There wasn’t a sound in the room, surprisingly Cal didn’t snore. That was a plus as far as she was concerned. She clutched the bed spread as she felt a quaking. Looking down at her chest, she bit her bottom lip. Soon it would be time. It was as unavoidable as the rise and the set of the sun. She grimaced. There was a good chance she wouldn’t see tomorrow’s sun rise; she better enjoy the one that would happen today.
The thought of Santa coming made her smile through misty eyes. She couldn’t remember the last time she received a Christmas gift. That wasn’t exactly true, they did a gift exchange at work, unfortunately no one who even half liked her ever got her name. Pausing for a minute, she gave a dramatic sigh bringing herself back to the present. She wanted to be alive tomorrow, to give out her gifts, and see the faces of everyone as she surprised them.