Chapter Thirty-Four Sophie #5
I know that people can compartmentalize sex, that they don't have to attach feelings to it, but I'm not one of those people.
Anyone I've ever had sex with, I've had feelings for.
I needed emotions involved, even if it wasn't balanced on their end.
I feel like I've always felt more than my previous partners, I've always put forth more—emotionally, mentally, physically.
This isn't that. This is equal. Mutual. Complete. This is someone who loves me, who meets me where I'm at, and picks up more of the weight when I need it. This is someone who will do anything for me, who listens to me, who respects and trusts me, and loves me wholly as I love him.
Sex has never felt like this before. The pleasure has never been this intense.
"Jesus..." Callum gasps out, once he's sheathed inside of me fully.
"What?" I ask, breathless like I've run a mile.
"You feel... I've never felt... this... you feel amazing, sweet girl," he moans into my neck, placing kisses on the sensitive skin there. "Are you okay? Can I move?"
"Yes, please!"
He rolls his hips, pulling out before pushing back in.
Again and again, slow at first, almost teasing, before he gradually picks up his pace.
I know I'm probably moaning way too loud, but I can't help it.
I wrap my arms around his neck, squeezing his hips with my thighs, and clenching my pussy around his cock.
Callum isn't quiet in bed, and his noises just turn me on even more as he moans again, rolling his hips so that his pubic bone rubs against my clit, pleasure exploding from that area.
"Callum," I whine, my voice high and keening. "Feels so good..."
"Yeah?"
"More," I beg, "Fuck me harder, I won't break..."
"I know that... my sweet, strong girl," he mumbles into my neck, pulling back to his knees, and he groans when he can see himself fucking me. Smiling at him, I reach down and rub my clit, "That's it, that's good, baby... keep rubbing your pretty little clit."
I learn quickly that Callum—my gentle giant—turns into a bit of a beast while making love, in the best way. I never liked degrading or mean words while in bed or someone bossing me around, while only focused on their own pleasure.
It's the duality of Callum that's so attractive—saying those sexy, dirty words while remaining so sweet and reverent.
My otter. Mine, mine, mine.
All of my senses are firing on all cylinders. I'm sprinting towards that cliff, my arms wide open, ready for the free fall.
He keeps pumping into me, one hand reaching up to grip the headboard, the other trailing all over my body—my breasts, my hips, my ass. Reaching down, he hikes my leg higher over his hip to hit a new angle.
My body is tensing, I'm so close, and he knows it.
"Come on, baby," Callum's deep voice is slurred and gravelly. "Show me how pretty you come."
My eyes roll into the back of my head at those words, the way his voice sounds like a feral growl, and with three more circles of my clit, I come—hard.
"Callum!" I cry out, arching my back and my orgasm causing my muscles to clench and unclench around his cock.
The spasming sends him over right after me.
Callum growls, and with both of his hands, he grips my ass, pulling me in as he pumps his hips almost brutally, until his entire body shudders.
"God, Sophie—" he shouts into the side of my neck as he comes. I feel him pulsing inside of me, and my pussy clenches around him in response.
His breath is hot and heavy against my neck, and we lie like that for a couple of moments, our hands wandering and caressing. I turn my head and kiss his shoulder, his neck, any bit of skin that my mouth can reach, so full of love I can feel it wanting to burst out of me.
Callum slowly catches his breath, and I keep my arms wrapped around him, holding him to me, not wanting to lose this connection yet.
"... sweet girl..." he mumbles against my throat, kissing it and then trailing kisses up my jaw, across my cheek, finally to my lips. "I love you."
"I love you," I reply against his mouth. "I'm so happy."
"Me too," I can feel his cheeks lift in a smile, before he tenses. "Shit, I—uh, Sophie... we didn't use..."
I frown, wondering why he's upset, before I realize—birth control.
"I have an IUD," I tell him, reaching up to cup his cheek and soothe the worry from his skin. "It's not really safe for me to get pregnant right now."
I've always used an IUD for birth control as it's easier and I don't have to remember to take a pill at the same time every day.
I had to switch to a copper IUD since hormonal birth control doesn't interact well with chemotherapy.
I'm just really glad my doctor had recommended it; I hadn't even thought about it, especially after Paul and I broke up.
"Not that I was really planning on having sex, but... then came you."
Callum looks at me for a long moment before a slow smile stretches across his face. "Oh, no, I think it's contagious."
"What is?" I frown, tilting my head.
"Then came you... indeed," he says, glancing down to where we're still connected, his come flooding my pussy.
I laugh loudly, "Callum, it's sexually transmitted!"
We dissolve into laughter, Callum squeezing me close until I shiver—our skin sweaty and sticking to each other.
Callum kisses my forehead, "Stay here."
He pulls out of me gently, and I pout briefly at the loss, but am distracted as I watch Callum's beautiful body walk to the bathroom.
I hear him starting the tub before he emerges with a small, damp towel. I reach for it, but he shakes his head. My eyes don't leave him as he gently cleans me, the tender look on his face, and soft touch have me wondering if I'll ever stop falling deeper and deeper in love with this man.
"Up we go—your night isn't over, my otter," Callum says, reaching for me and easily lifting me in his arms as he carries me into the bathroom.
The smell of vanilla fills the air, and I notice the water's milky quality.
He brought one of my bath bombs from home.
When I look at him, he blushes and explains.
"I had hoped that there would be a tub for you, but this clawfoot can fit me, as well.
And I thought... it would be nice to have a bath together. "
"Callum..." I murmur, turning to him and kissing his lips. "You're just full of good ideas."
Carefully, he holds me in his arms as he lowers us into the warm water.
I reach out to shut the water off, and he settles me into his lap.
The warm water feels amazing on my aching feet and sore muscles.
He wraps his arms around me from behind and kisses my neck, and I fully lean back into him, closing my eyes and reveling in the peace.
There's soft music playing from his phone, the water feels perfect and smells like vanilla, and the love of my life is holding me in his arms.
I wish this moment could stretch on forever.
"Callum?"
"Yes, baby?" he murmurs, placing soft kisses behind my ear.
"You can definitely do happy endings."