Page 40 of Tattoo My Heart
All these thoughts only serve to distract me from Cal’s next move. His lips wrap around my very sensitive clit. I about jump off he bed at that first contact of his mouth. It is so unexpected and, since it is my first experience in this area, I am not sure what to do.
Fortunately, my body does what comes naturally. My hips lift up, begging for Cal to never stop anything of what he is doing.
His lips release my clit only for his tongue to dip right into my center. He laps at me with such fervor, I can’t stop squirming. His hands let go of my breasts before his fingertips drag down my sides ever so slowly, almost as if he’s memorizing every dip and valley he comes across until his hands rest on my hips.
“Cal!”
I become distressed when I realize that his latest move doesn’t allow for any movement of my body. His mouth moves faster, his tongue licking relentlessly right before his teeth nip at my nether lips before his lips suck again at my clit.
I feel incredibly wet, to the point where I worry there will be a stain on my sheets by the time he’s done with me. The more I try to move, the harder his fingers squeeze my hips. I am certain I’ll have bruises there later, but I find it incredibly sexy. I want to have his mark all over.
Suddenly, my mind is blank. The buildup from where Cal’s mouth is touching me is just too much. I am scared now, and I want to get away from him.
“Come for me, baby,” he grinds against me. The vibration of his voice against my clit is the final straw. I can’t hold it back anymore, so I… I let go.
“Cal, it’s too much.”
I am gasping for air and my vision is blurred. I have never felt anything like this before.
“Too much,” I whisper again.
As if through a tunnel, I hear Cal getting off me. Shuffling seems to signal that he’s taking his jeans off, but I can’t bring myself to care. I am floating and my heart is full.
Before long, Cal’s body is back over mine. This time, his bare chest is against mine. It feels so good, making me moan in pleasure. My hands come to his shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin. I don’t even care if I hurt him. This feels way too good.
“Are you ready, baby?” Cal whispers against my lips. I feel dazed and confused, unfocused and unsure of what he’s asking me here. But I respond anyway.
“Yes.”
That seems to be the only thing he needs to hear. His hips move lightning fast when he surges into me. The scream escaping the back of my throat takes me by surprise. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but definitely not feeling as if I am being stabbed from the inside.
With his elbows framing my head, he cups my cheeks and forces me to look into his eyes. His face betrays every single thing he is feeling right now, and he is about to snap.
“Give it a second,” he instructs, sounding out of breath. Sweat is running down his face and his hair looks soaked.
“It hurts a little.”
I wince when I hear how whiny I sound. On instinct, my walls squeeze around him, making him drop his head to my shoulder.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ.”
“I’m so sorry,” I rush to apologize. I drop my legs from around Cal’s hips and rest my heels on the mattress. The movement makes my muscles tighten again. This time, it doesn’t feel as bad as before. In fact, I… like it.
“Evie,” Cal’s voice comes out shaky. “Baby.”
His hips start moving, first in a slow rhythm, but it gets fast with each push from his hips.
“Be okay, Evie,” he grunts. “Please be okay.”
I finally get the hang of what’s happening and respond in kind. My hips move with his and my pussy is squeezing him tight. The more I do it, the faster he moves. The friction he creates is almost too much to bear. I thought I orgasmed earlier when he made me come with his tongue, but this is a completely different level of madness.
“Cal, I think I’m about to…”
I can’t finish my sentence. Instead, I throw my head back and squeeze him with all the strength I have in me.
“Yes, baby,” he encourages me. “Come!”
Like the good girl that I am, I do as I am told. My world spins at a fast pace, unable to ground me into the present. I try to focus my eyes on a spot on the ceiling, but that is when Cal turns my head with so much force, I’m not sure which way is up anymore.
