Chapter 26
Cal
Everything about Bea was hardening Cal to the edge of all that was humane.
Her soft skin, the lingering of her perfume, the glistening arousal between her thighs.
Not to mention her amazement when she pulled down his boxers.
He was going to fuck her until she came like the goddess that she was, and was glad she liked what he would be doing it with.
But when she encased his cock in her warm grip, he knew immediately that there was no time to waste.
‘Oh, Jesus,’ he groaned. ‘Get those off, Bea.’
Without saying a word, she rose and removed her panties and Cal drank in the stunning naked woman in front of him. Unbelievable. The voluminous breasts, the slender waist and infinitely kissable stomach. And now the most perfect pussy he’d ever seen with the softest triangle of hair.
He needed to be inside her.
Cal grappled around the side table for his wallet, fumbled for a condom and somehow got to the stage of sliding it down his cock. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt in need of such urgent release. Thinking of Bea when he was alone came close, but the real thing was unsurpassable.
‘You ready for me?’
‘Oh, yeah.’ She reached down between her legs. ‘So ready, Butler.’
‘Jesus, don’t call me that or I’ll lose it.’
‘Sorry, Boss.’
And that was no better. They had to do this thing and do it now.
‘Lie down.’ Cal motioned to the couch.
Bea lay back. The surface was soft, the cool touch of the leather momentarily pulling her out of her haze.
But then the weight of Cal’s body was hot over hers and there was nothing else she could think of but him.
For a moment, their eyes locked and something unspoken yet monumental passed between them.
A need, an understanding, a colossal desire that overrode everything.
As the blunt tip of Cal’s cock nudged against Bea, she gasped. On a growl he claimed her mouth with another kiss. Then, almost caught off guard, he was filling her with a hot masculine thickness like nothing she’d ever felt before.
‘Oh, Cal. Oh, God.’
‘Fuck, Bea, you feel incredible.’ Cal’s jaw tightened. And just as she thought he was fully in her, he claimed more of her, eyes falling closed. Concentrating on the feeling? Trying not to let go?
With impunity, Bea drank in the angular planes of his face, the rough stubble that betrayed a more primal Cal under the maintained surface, the gritted teeth of a normally controlled man now on the edge.
When his eyes opened, there was a deep need there – but it was for her as much as for himself. ‘I need you to come, Bea.’ The words were hoarse but assured. ‘I have to see you come.’
Bea’s hips tipped up to Cal’s. His insistence on her coming almost sent her over the edge right there and then. Gripping onto him, she reeled as he pulled back so only the wide head of his cock was stretching her entrance, watching what was undoubtedly torment on her face, before sliding in again.
‘Please,’ she near begged. ‘Go deep, Cal. Fill me so full of your beautiful cock.’
With a primal flash in his eyes and a committed grunt, Cal thrust hard into Bea.
Holy hell! She thought she might split apart.
This was a man who had so much to please a woman with and knew exactly how to use it.
He was rewriting everything she thought she knew about sex, eviscerating her playbook.
She reached down to touch herself. But a strong hand met her there.
‘I’ve got this.’ Cal worked Bea’s slickness across her clit.
How did he do it? Lose himself but remember her.
She had no idea, and no brainpower to think about it because a storm was building.
Filled to completeness and being touched so perfectly, Bea arched her body, her breasts surging towards him demanding more, more, more.
At last, the crescendo peaked and she was clinging and clenching onto Cal in endless euphoric waves and his name was ringing on the air in what had to be her voice.
Although she couldn’t be certain because she was in a world now where language had been completely rewritten.
And so it seemed was Cal as his own climax came hurtling in. Bea could only watch entranced as it ravaged him. As the tendon in his jaw tugged taut, his eyes glazed over, fell closed and a tortured roar, borne of so much longing and repressed desire, finally tore free from his depths.
She nearly came again at the sight.