65. Sienna
SIENNA
The hotel room door crashes back against the wall as Calvin and I tumble inside. Our lips have barely disconnected since the moment our asses hit the seat in the taxi Dad called for us, and at no point has he stopped touching me.
I’m on fire. Every inch of my skin feels like it’s alight, and my heart is trying to beat out of my chest. But despite desperately needing air, I can’t stop what I’m doing to suck any in.
This man.
This fucking man.
He’s here, and he loves me, and…and he’s everything.
“Darlin’.” He groans when I gather up the bottom of his sweater and attempt to peel it up his body.
As amusing as it is, watching this giant of a man walking around with a massive flashing and singing Rudolph head on his chest, I prefer what’s hiding beneath.
“Naked,” I pant, shoving the fabric higher, revealing his muscular abs.
He chuckles but thankfully takes over, peeling the sweater the rest of the way over his head before letting it drop to the floor.
“Yesss,” I hiss, sliding my hands over his chest before descending to his stomach and over his crotch.
“Sienna,” he grunts as his hips thrust forward.
My sweater goes next, quickly followed by my bra.
“Oh God,” I moan, my head hitting the wall behind me as Calvin palms my aching breasts, pinching my peaked nipples between his fingers. “More.”
“Fucking love it when you beg,” he states before leaning forward and stealing my lips again.
I moan when his hands drop from mine, but I soon forget about it when he lifts and wraps my legs around his waist.
“Holy shit,” I gasp as he rolls his hips, letting me feel just how hard he is.
“I need you, darlin’. Hated being home without you there.”
“It was only one night,” I point out as he kisses down my throat.
“Too long.” He groans as his lips brush over the swell of my breasts. Effortlessly, he lifts me higher so he can suck on one of my peaked nipples.
My fingers sink into his hair, and I hold him in place as he laves at me—not that he needs much encouragement.
“So fucking sweet,” he murmurs before finding my lips again.
Then, we’re on the move. His hands squeeze my ass as he carries me across the room as if I weigh no more than a feather.
Slowly, he slides me down his body before taking a step back to look at me.
“So fucking beautiful,” he praises. “And all fucking mine,” he adds as he attacks the waistband of my jeans, ripping the button open and shoving them down my legs.
My panties go next until I’m standing before him bare, my chest heaving, and the evidence of my arousal already coating my inner thighs.
“Calvin,” I whisper, reaching for him.
He’s right there before me, but it’s not enough. I need his touch, his kiss…I need him inside me.
“Tonight?” I question, my voice quiet as my cheeks heat.
“If you’re ready,” he tells me, his eyes holding mine captive. “There’s no rush if you’re not. I’ll wait for you forever.”
My heart tumbles in my chest, and I remember what he said to me earlier at the community center, the confession of those three little words that made my heart sing.
I wanted to say them back, but he didn’t let me. And by the time he let me up for air, I was gasping, and my head was spinning.
“I’m ready. I want to feel you inside me, and I trust you to take good care of me.”
His jaw works as he swallows, his fingers combing through his hair.
“I’ll always take good care of you, darlin’. You’re the most precious thing in my world. I never want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable.”
His words are everything I’ve always wanted to hear. I just never realized I was waiting for him to be the one to say them.
“You’ll take it slow?”
“So fucking slow. And if at any point you want me to stop, all you gotta do is say the word.”
“Pineapple.”
His smile grows. “Good girl. Now, get on the bed for me. Let me see you.”
I do as I’m told, just like I always do with Calvin, and shuffle back on the bed before spreading my legs wide.
His eyes flash with adoration and desire as he takes me in.
I’ve never felt more seen and beautiful than I have with Calvin.
I don’t have to hide anything from him. He accepts all my flaws and embraces them, making me feel better about them rather than tearing me down.
“I’ll never get enough of this,” he rasps as he undoes his jeans and shoves them down his legs, kicking off his shoes. But he doesn’t remove his boxers.
My eyes lock on the huge bulge at the front, silently begging for the fabric to magically disappear. But it doesn’t, and as soon as he moves, wraps his hands around my ankles, and drags me right to the edge of the bed, I mostly forget about it.
“We’re gonna take it slow, okay? I’m gonna get you nice and ready for me,” he says, his lips brushing against mine. “But you’re in control here, okay?”
I nod.
“No, darlin’. Give me your words. I want to know that you’re hearing what I’m saying, that you understand me.”
“I understand,” I force out.
“Good,” he states before claiming my lips and forcing every thought from my head. All I can focus on is him, on how good he makes me feel and how much more I need.
He kisses me until we’re both breathless, and then he begins working his way down my body, taking his time to kiss, nip, and suck every inch of me until he finally lands where I need him most.
“Fuck, darlin’. You’re soaked, and I haven’t even touched you.”
I should be embarrassed by how wet I am, but the fire in his eyes stops that.
My entire body trembles with need as he kisses my inner thigh, licking the sensitive skin there but stopping before he gets where I want him.
“Touch me, please,” I beg.
“I am touching you, darlin’.” He makes a point of running his calloused hands up and down my thighs, making me whimper.
“My pussy, Calvin. I need you to touch my pussy.”
“Love it when you beg,” he says before leaning forward and dragging his tongue up the length of me.
He groans as my taste floods his mouth, and I cry out, my fingers twisting in his hair as my hips jump from the bed.
“Yesss. More, give me more.”
“Needy girl. I love it,” he tells me, his eyes holding mine over my body.
“Make me come, please.”
I can’t see the bottom of his face, but from the way his eyes crinkle, I know he’s smiling.
“My pleasure.”
My head crashes back against the mattress as I lose myself to the sensations.
“Oh God,” I whimper when he teases my entrance with the tip of his finger. “Please.”
He chuckles. The vibrations that rumble in his throat only add to the pleasure.
In only a few minutes, I’m soaring toward my release.
“That’s it, darlin’. Be a good girl and come all over my face.”
My grip on his hair tightens as his suction on my clit increases and he pushes another finger inside me. It’s tight, but the stretch is so welcome.
“Oh, God. There. Right there,” I gasp as I teeter on the edge.
Fire shoots through my veins a beat before he grazes my G-spot one more time, and I go crashing into what feels like endless bliss.
He works me through it, his tongue continuing to lave at my clit, his fingers working inside me, until the pleasure finally begins to subside and I come back to earth.
When he sits up, he’s got the widest grin on his glistening face. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before leaning over me for a kiss.
It’s over all too soon, and he’s climbing off the bed and standing at the end, watching me fight to catch my breath.
“Where are you going?” I ask in a panic, thinking he’s changed his mind.
I remember his words from Saturday night, him telling me that he wouldn’t take things any further after I’d been drinking, and I switched to soda soon after he arrived tonight. I didn’t want anything to ruin the chance of me getting what I really wanted for Christmas.
He shoots a smirk over his shoulder that has me relaxing.
“Don’t worry, there isn’t a chance of me going anywhere right now. The hotel could be on fire, and I’d have to think twice.”
I watch as he bends down, giving me a great view of his ass before he stands again and holds up what’s in his hand.
My stomach knots at the sight of the condom packets. Not one single packet. Multiple.
“You came prepared,” I say, hoping like hell my voice doesn’t convey just how nervous I am about this.
“I’d never forgive myself if I weren’t,” he tells me as he drops them on the bed.
“Remember what I said?” he asks, forcing me to look back at him just in time to watch as he drops his boxers.
“Uh-huh,” I mumble, my eyes indulging in the sight of him naked before me.
He stands there, allowing me to take my fill before wrapping his hand around his hard length and slowly stroking it. I’m hit with memories of our time together—that first night we were intimate and I caught him jerking off in my bathroom.
“Hey, you’re not meant to be laughing right now,” he teases.
“Sorry, I was just thinking of that first time…”
“I was terrified of scaring you off,” he confesses as he crawls onto the bed. “But I was gonna explode if I didn’t do something.”
“As much as I hated that you ran away, I appreciated the shit out of your thoughtfulness.”
His smile grows. “I never want you to be uncomfortable in any situation.”
“I never have with you. I just get all up in my head sometimes.”
“How are you feeling right now?” he asks, searching my eyes as if he’ll find the truth lingering in them.
“Good. I’m feeling really good.” I mean, how could I not after the powerful orgasm he just gave me after flying out to spend the holiday with me and my family?
My chest tightens and my heart tumbles.
“Good,” he says before leaning forward to kiss me.
His tongue pushes into my mouth, but he keeps the kiss slow and tender, telling me everything he feels without words, and I pray he’s getting the same from me.
His hands begin to roam, and before long, he rolls me onto my back. Slowly, he gets himself into position between my thighs, his lips still on mine and his hands on my hips.
“Do you have any idea how often I think about getting inside you?” he asks after kissing across my jaw.
I shake my head.
“Every single day. All fucking day. I can’t wait to make you mine, darlin’.”
My fingers rake over his shoulders as he sits up.
“Still feeling good?” he asks, and when I nod, he reaches for the condom on the top of the pile, and then he hands it to me.
I swallow thickly.
“You’re in charge, remember?”
“I’ve…uh…I’ve never…”
“I’ll talk you through it,” he says, nothing but understanding in his eyes as he watches me rip it open. “That’s it. Make sure it’s the right way around to roll it down. Then just—” He swallows his words as I press it against the head of his cock.
“Good?” I ask, unable to resist teasing him.
“So…so good,” he forces out as I roll the condom down his length. “Fucking hell.” He groans when I give him a slow stroke and a little squeeze for good measure.
His eyes are pure fire as I lie back down, my legs parted and my body ready for him.
“Safe word?”
“Pineapple. But I won’t need it,” I say confidently. He’s already been more understanding than any other man I’ve been with. I have full trust in him to make this good.
“The second you think you might, though, promise me you’ll say it.”
“Promise,” I whisper as he begins dragging the head of his cock through my folds. I shudder when he brushes my clit, aftershocks from my previous release firing to life.
He folds over me, resting on his forearms beside my head, before notching against my entrance.
His eyes hold mine, searching for any kind of hesitation or fear, but he won’t find any.
“I’m good. Let me feel you, please.”