Chapter 23
twenty-three
JAY
Desire surges through me as I push aside the Tupperware from our lunch. Our bodies collide with an almost explosive force as I lay her back on the blanket. She lets out a mischievous giggle. "This is the closest I've come to public sex," she says with a wink.
I trail kisses along her neck, savoring the faint taste of salt from our hike. "If you're as loud as you usually are," I murmur, "we might get caught."
She looks at me with a mixture of fear and excitement in her eyes. "That's a risk I'm willing to take."
"Are you sure?" I run a hand slowly up her thigh, feeling the heat radiate through her leggings. "We could always wait until we're somewhere more private."
"Don't you dare." She pulls my head down to meet her lips again. The kiss is urgent, needy, as if we're trying to consume each other. My hands explore her body, tracing the curves that I’ve come to know so well. Her fingers dig into my back, pulling me closer, demanding more.
I glance around quickly. We left the crowded trailhead and veered off onto a less-used trail, so the hiking trail behind us is deserted. The thought that someone could appear at any moment adds a thrilling edge to our encounter. I like this side of her, the one that’s willing to take chances, to live in the moment. It makes me wonder what other surprises she’s hiding.
"Remember," I say. I pull back just enough to look into her eyes. "You might want to save some energy for the walk back down."
She laughs softly. It's a mix of exasperation and longing. "I think I'll manage." She bites her lower lip seductively.
I force myself to take it slow and savor every second, even though every cell in my body is screaming to fuck her right now. Our lips meet in a series of deep, languid kisses, each one stoking the fire that’s already blazing between us. My hands trace the contours of her body with a deliberate slowness. She squirms beneath my touch. Her breath comes in short, eager gasps.
Just when I think I can’t hold back any longer, she takes control. She flips us with a surprising strength and straddles me. Her hips grind against mine in a rhythm that makes my head spin. I can feel her heat through the thin fabric of our clothes. It’s going to be nearly impossible to take it slow when she’s all but begging me to fuck her with every movement, every desperate kiss.
She leans down. Her hair creates a curtain around us as she bites my lower lip. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time, Jay.”
The pain mixes with pleasure, sending a jolt straight through me. I grab her hips, holding her steady as I thrust upward, meeting her grind with a force that makes her moan. “I’m going to make sure that patience is rewarded.”
The sound of her groans is almost enough to push me over the edge, but I grit my teeth and hold on, wanting this to last.
With a quick, fluid motion, I roll her over and take control back. I hover above her, taking a moment to drink in the sight of her flushed cheeks and parted lips. My hands move to her shirt, lifting it slowly, teasingly, until her sports bra is exposed. I kiss her breasts through the fabric, feeling her nipples harden against my lips. She arches her back, pressing herself into me.
“Take it easy,” I say.
“I don’t want it easy. I want it hard,” she breathes.
Fuck. Hearing that makes me want her so badly that my hands shake. The anticipation is killing me. Yet I am determined to take my time.
I peel Calla’s leggings off with agonizing slowness. Leaving her in just her bra and panties. The sight of her nearly naked makes my mouth dry. She’s a vision. Every inch of her radiates an irresistible allure. She reaches for me, pulling at my clothes with a frantic urgency. I let her strip them off, piece by piece, until I’m down to my boxer briefs.
The cool mountain air prickles our skin, but the heat between us is enough to keep us warm. I press my body against hers, feeling the softness of her curves, the rapid beating of her heart. Her hands roam over my back, my arms. She pulls me closer, never close enough.
I run my hands slowly down her sides. Her skin is like silk, warm and inviting. I take one of her nipples in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, then gently biting. She gasps and arches her back, pushing her chest closer to me, silently begging for more. I switch to the other breast, giving it the same reverent attention. My hands are never idle as they caress her hips and thighs.
I run my lips down her throat and collarbone, making her breath stutter. My lips trail down her stomach, each kiss a promise of what’s to come. Her breathing quickens. Her entire body tenses.
I stop at the waistband of her panties. My breath is hot against her skin. I look up to see her eyes closed, her lips parted in a silent plea, then hook my fingers around the fabric and pause, letting the moment stretch, making her wait.
She opens her eyes and looks down at me. "Jay," she whispers, her voice hoarse with need. “Please, baby. I need you to touch me.”
“When you ask so nicely…” I give her a wicked smile and slowly, ever so slowly, pull her panties down, exposing her completely. The sight of her naked and vulnerable sends a surge of lust through me. I keep my movements measured, deliberate. I want to savor every second of this.
I kiss her inner thighs, taking my time, feeling her squirm with each touch. She’s so wet, so ready, but I’m not done teasing her yet. I let my breath wash over her core, close enough to make her think I’m going to dive in. I place several light kisses up and down her wet slit. I want nothing more than to open my mouth and suck her pretty clit. But I hold back, kissing my way back up her body.
"God," she says, almost whimpering, as I reach her lips. “Jay, you’re killing me.”
I kiss her deeply, letting her taste her own arousal on my mouth. Her hands clutch at me, trying to pull me in, but I resist, keeping just enough distance to drive her crazy. "Not yet." I murmur against her lips. "I want this to last."
I touch her pussy, still teasing, still drawing this out. She bites my lower lip. Her kiss trails down to my neck, where she leaves a series of hungry, urgent pecks.
My fingers trace her slit, now dripping wet and radiating heat. I slide two thick fingers into her hungry pussy, feeling her warmth and tightness envelop me. I finger fuck her hard, relishing the sounds she makes. Each moan, each gasp is a note of desire that makes my cock twitch. Her hips lift to meet my hand with every thrust, her body moving in a desperate, needy rhythm.
I watch her face, the way her eyes flutter closed, the way her mouth forms a perfect O when she lets out a particularly loud moan. It’s almost too much to bear, knowing that I’m the one making her feel this way, that I have this kind of power over her. I find her clit and circle my fingers around it, applying just enough pressure to make her squirm.
She rocks her hips, needing more.
"Greedy girl." I chuckle, giving her what she wants, increasing the speed and intensity of my movements. "You're such a good girl." She arches her back and gasps. "I can't wait to watch you come on my fingers." I groan, getting more aroused by the second. "It turns me on so much to see you unravel like this."
Her breathing becomes ragged, her body tensing as she nears the edge. "Come for me." My voice is a low, commanding growl. "I want to feel you come, little wife."
She comes suddenly, her eyes rolling back in her head, her pussy convulsing under my touch. Her entire body shakes with the force of her orgasm. She cries out, the sound echoing off the mountains around us.
I keep my fingers moving, prolonging her pleasure. I feel her wetness coat my hand as she rides the waves of her orgasm. I take in every detail of her, the way her chest heaves with each breath, the flush that spreads across her cheeks and down her neck, the dazed, blissful expression on her face. It’s a sight that will be forever burned into my memory .
I hope her face is the last thing that flashes through my mind before I fucking die.
I kiss her deeply as she slowly descends from her orgasmic high, her body still trembling with aftershocks. She pulls me closer, her nails lightly scratching my back. I can feel her heartbeat calm. "Make me come again," she whispers into my ear. "Please, Jay. You know just how I like to be touched."
The words send a jolt of electricity straight through me. I move my hand down between her legs, ready to give her what she wants, but she stops me. "Wait." Her eyes lock onto mine with a burning intensity. "I want your cock deep inside my pussy. I want you to come with your cock buried deep inside my pussy."
Her words are like gasoline on a fire. I’m ready to tear off what’s left of my clothes and take her right here, but then a thought cools my fervor.
"Calla." My voice is strained with desire and thick with need. "I can’t. I didn’t bring a condom."
She hesitates for a moment, biting her lip, then says, "I’m on birth control. I trust you. I want you."
Fuck, I want her too. Every part of me is screaming to just dive in, to lose myself in her. The trust she’s placing in me makes this even more intense. It’s not just physical; there’s something deeper at play, something that scares me and excites me in equal measure.
"I want you so bad that I don’t know what to do with myself." My forehead rests against hers. "But I still need to ask. Are you sure?"
"Yes," she breathes, her hands sliding down to my hips, trying to pull me closer. "Please, Jay."
That’s the last coherent thought I have for some time. I kiss her neck, her collarbone. I press my boxers-bound cock against her belly, grinding slowly, and let out a deep, guttural groan. She’s quick to tug at my waistband. I help her by lifting my hips. She slides them down. I kick them off with one swift motion.
I don’t feel the cold. All I can focus on is Calla. Her warmth, her touch, her scent. She wraps her legs around me. Her heels dig into my lower back, pulling me in. My hard cock presses against her slit. She’s so wet that I can feel her dampness coating me.
I take a moment to look at her. Her eyes are half-closed, her lips slightly parted. She’s absolutely stunning like this, vulnerable yet so incredibly strong. I lean down and kiss her softly, then more passionately, trying to pour all my feelings into that one kiss. “Calla. You’re amazing."
She doesn’t respond with words. Instead, she takes my hand and guides it to her breast. She runs her fingers down my arm, my chest, and finally to my cock. She grips it firmly, guiding me to her entrance. The contact makes me shudder. I have to summon all my willpower not to thrust into her immediately.
"I need you. Now . Fuck me, Jay. Show me how you feel about me."
Her words spur me. Damn right. I’m about to make you forget that there’s anybody in the fucking world except for me.
I position my cock at her entrance, feeling the slick heat of her pussy as I push in, each inch a slow, torturous delight. Her body grips me so tightly, like a velvet vise, hot and wet and everything I have dreamed about since the moment I woke up spooning her in the gazebo. She gasps at the invasion. Her nails dig into my shoulders. I pause, giving her a moment to adjust, savoring the way her muscles flutter around me.
"Oh god, Jay." Her voice trembles. "Your cock is so big . It feels... it feels amazing. You’re stretching my pussy out."
Her words send a jolt of pride and lust through me. I start to move, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in with a steady rhythm. The friction is exquisite, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through my body. I can feel the pent-up desire, the frustration of wanting her and not being able to have her, all coming to a head.
She meets my thrusts with her hips, creating a perfect, synchronized dance of our bodies. Her breasts bounce with each movement. Her face is a picture of raw, unfiltered ecstasy. I lean down to kiss her, but we're both too breathless, too consumed by the moment to do more than let our lips brush together.
The sounds of our sex fill the air. Her moans. My grunts. The wet, raw slapping of our bodies. It’s primal, almost animalistic. It drives me wild. I’m so close already, but I want this to last. I desperately need to stretch out every second of it.
"Fuck, Calla," I groan, trying to pace myself. "You feel so good. Too good."
She wraps her legs tighter around my waist, pulling me deeper. I can’t help but quicken my pace. The tension in my body builds to an almost unbearable level. I know I won’t be able to hold back much longer.
"We need to slow down." I manage to say this, though every fiber of my being is screaming to just let go. "I don’t want to come yet."
Calla makes a frustrated sound. “What if I want you to finish?”
I peer down at her. “Are you really ready for this to be over? It feels like we just started.”
She bites her lip and shakes her head, her eyes glazed with lust. We both take a moment to catch our breath. I pull out of her. The sudden coolness is a shock to my overheated skin. She’s left a wet, glistening trail on my cock. The sight of it makes me throb with need.
"I’m going to make you come. But we have to take our time."
“Jay.” She rakes her nails lightly over my pecs. “I’m yours. Take me where you want to go. I’ll follow.”
I kiss her, grateful. I’ve never been with anyone like Calla before. I’ve never had this kind of connection with another human being.
I love the feel of her body against mine, but I know I need to change things up if I want her to come again before I do. I slide down her body, kissing her skin as I go, and position myself between her legs. The scent of her arousal is intoxicating. I take a slow, deliberate lick along her slit, savoring her taste.
“So good,” I mumble. “If I could, I would burn your taste and scent into my brain.”
I don’t hear what she says, because I’m focused on her clit, flicking it with my tongue before sucking it hard. Her hands fly to my hair, tugging and guiding me as her hips start to rock.
Her moans grow louder, more urgent. I can feel her getting closer with each stroke of my tongue. Just when she's on the brink, I pull back and blow gently on her swollen clit. She lets out a frustrated whine that makes me chuckle. I love this power, this control. "Be a patient little wife."
I kiss her inner thighs, nibbling softly, then trail my lips back up her body. Her skin is a mix of cool and hot, flushed with desire. I take one of her nipples into my mouth and bite just hard enough to make her gasp. She squirms beneath me, her hands roaming my back, my arms, anywhere she can reach to pull me back down to her.
"Jay, please," she begs. "I can’t take it."
I move back up to her lips, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She bites my lower lip and I growl. The sound vibrates through both of us. "I want you so bad." Her eyes burn into mine. "Finish what you started. Make me come!"
I can’t resist her. I don’t want to. I position my cock at her entrance again, feeling the slick heat of her pussy inviting me in. I push in slowly, every inch a sweet agony, until I’m buried deep inside her. She wraps her legs around me, pulling me even closer. I can feel her heartbeat against my chest.
I pull her close and bunch the blanket under her hips, tilting them up to meet mine as I start to fuck her slowly, letting the anticipation build. I've been careful to leave enough room between our bodies for my hand to find her clit. I find it and circle the bud gently as I fuck her with a mix of tenderness and urgency.
She gasps and her eyes lock onto mine. "Don't hold back, baby. I want to feel all of you."
Her words are like gasoline on a fire, unleashing the full force of my desire. I thrust harder. Deeper. Each stroke is a declaration. She bites her lip and throws her head back, exposing her throat like a submissive lover. Her nails rake down my back in a mix of pain and pleasure that sends a shiver through me.
She pulls my hand away from her clit and places it on her breast. "I'm going to come on your cock. Don’t you dare stop. Fuck me like the savage I know you are."
I thought that coming from a cock was a myth, but she knows her body better than I do. The realization that I’m enough, that my cock can bring her to the brink on its own, fills me with a primal pride.
Freed from any remaining concern, I let go completely, ramming into her pussy as hard as I want. She meets each thrust with equal force, her hips rising to collide with mine. Her moans grow louder. More urgent. I feel the tension in her body coiling tight like a spring.
“Oh god. Oh god. Jay….”
The pressure in me builds to an almost unbearable level. I’m so close, teetering on the edge, and I just hope that I can hang on long enough to make Calla come first. Every thrust is a battle against my own impending release.
“Fuck, Calla. Fuck!”
"Jay! Don’t stop. That’s the spot. Just like that."
Her encouragement is both a blessing and a curse. It spurs me on, but it also brings me dangerously close to the point of no return. I grit my teeth, focusing on her, on the way her body moves, on the sounds she makes. Each detail is a distraction, a way to pull myself back from the brink.
"Come for me, honey. Please ."
Her eyes squeeze shut and her mouth opens in a silent scream. Her pussy flutters around me, the first signs of her orgasm. It’s almost too much to bear, and I have to summon every ounce of willpower not to explode right then. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I have to make this the best sex she’s ever had.
I only manage to fuck her for half a minute more before her pulsing, wet, hot pussy sends me over the edge with a force that feels like it's tearing me apart. My orgasm barrels down on me, an unstoppable wave of pleasure that crushes me.
“I fucking love you,” I grunt. I’m out of my mind, completely caught up in the moment. “Calla…. ”
My cock pulses, each throb releasing heavy jets of cum, painting her pussy walls with my seed. She grips me tightly, her body milking me for every last drop. Her nails dig into my back, leaving trails of burning pain that only heightens the pleasure coursing through me. Every muscle in my body tenses, then releases in a series of shuddering spasms.
She kisses me with intense tenderness as we ride the waves of our orgasms together. Our bodies are locked in a perfect union. Time seems to stretch and bend, each second an eternity of exquisite sensation. I can feel her heart pounding in her chest and it mirrors the frantic beat of my own. The heat of our exertion creates a steamy cocoon around us. The world outside fades into nothingness.
Slowly, the explosive rush begins to subside, leaving a warm, afterglow in its wake. I collapse onto her, pinning her down as we both struggle to catch our breath. Her skin is slick with sweat. Her hair is a tangled mess. She looks absolutely beautiful.
I brush a stray strand from her face and kiss her forehead. The tender gesture feels almost out of place after the ferocity of what we just experienced.
I roll onto my side and take Calla with me. We lie together, facing each other with our bodies entwined. “Did you…” Calla starts, then stops. “Did you tell me that you love me?”
Sucking in a breath, I scan her face. “Did I?”
She ducks her head, deflating. “Maybe not. I must’ve heard you wrong.”
My heart is suddenly beating so loudly that I’m sure she’ll hear it. All the moisture is gone from my mouth. And my stomach won’t stop doing flips.
I’m not sure if I said I loved her. I certainly didn’t mean to. But that doesn’t make it untrue .
I do love her. How could I not?
“You didn’t hear me wrong.”
Calla’s eyes snap to my face. “What?”
“I do love you, Calla. I’d be a fool not to fall for you.”
Her eyes shine with tears. She doesn’t say anything for a moment. But then she exhales, and kisses me ever so gently on the lips. “I love you too, baby,” she whispers.