Intimate (27 page)

“You ready for
this?” he asked one more time, trying not to get so wrapped up in his
excitement that he forgot what she might need. “What can I do to help?”

Her lip
trembled slightly, the first sign she’d shown of nerves. “Yes, I
am
ready. But maybe you can help me get in the right position.” She shifted some
above him, as if she was afraid her body wasn’t in the appropriate place. “I’ve
never done this before.”

Caleb reached
down and helped her line his cock up at her entrance. “You’re not going to do
it wrong. Just do whatever feels best.” Then he sucked in his breath because
she was lowering herself over him.

Then he bit
back a groan of exquisite agony.

Because he was
inside her at last.

He had to shut
his eyes and move his head restlessly, willing himself to hold it together. She
was unbelievably tight, like a hot, wet sheathe around him. And every instinct
in his body was screaming at him to grab her, take her, let himself go and find
the release his body had needed for so long.

To claim her as
his completely.

Instead, he
thought about art. About accounting. About the eighty-year-old arthritic
receptionist who worked in the concert hall.

And just barely
managed to hold it together.

Marissa hadn’t
moved. Her hands were splayed out on his chest, and her eyes were closed as his
had been a moment ago. She was tense—he could feel it—but she was obviously
trying to keep her body relaxed. She hadn’t clenched up around his cock too
painfully.

“Baby?” he asked.
“How is it? How does it feel? Are you all right?”

“I’m okay. It’s
been so long for me, and you feel really big, so it’s not super comfortable.”

He fought to
urge to buck up. “You’ll get used to it. Give it a little time. What do you
need me to do?”

“Just give me a
minute,” she gasped, taking long, deep breaths. Her hands trembled a little on
his chest.

Silently, Caleb
reached up to cup her breasts. Twirled the nipples gently in an attempt to distract
her from the initial discomfort.

“That’s nice,”
she breathed, her head falling forward, her hair hanging over her shoulders.
“Keep doing that.”

He played with
her breasts for another minute until he finally felt her body relax. “Better?”
he asked softly, forcing himself not to flip them over and start pounding into
her.

“Yeah.” She
opened her eyes and looking fondly down at his face. “I’m sorry, Caleb. Didn’t
I tell you this wasn’t going to be romantic or hot?”

“Don’t let me
hear that from you again. We’re doing great.” He scowled at her to emphasize
his point.

She patted his
chest and actually chuckled. “Yeah, I see your point. I suppose when you
compare it to weeks of forced abstinence, this might actually seem pretty hot
to you.”

“If I weren’t
distracted by other things, I’d be furious with you right now. Stop worrying
about this. Remember what I said about you always working toward some imagined
idea of perfection. This doesn’t have to be perfect to be incredibly good.
We’re finally having sex, aren’t we?”

“Yeah. We are.”
She smiled, obviously appreciating his words. Then she rolled her pelvis
experimentally, in a way that made Caleb hiss with sudden pleasure.

“You feel
amazing,” he said breathlessly, lowering his hands to her hips. Trying not to
squeeze the soft flesh too tightly.

Marissa eased
herself up and then back down, her face tensing with concentration. She tried
it again, and his body twitched at the tight friction.

He adjusted his
hands on her hips and helped guide her motion, until they’d established a satisfying
rhythm.

Marissa was
using her hands on his chest for leverage, and her legs were folded on either
side his body, her thighs raising and lowering with her motion.

Caleb moaned in
pleasure at how his cock felt in her tight heat but willed his body to remain
relaxed, not forcefully intensify their motion. His eyes, however, crawled
hotly, aggressively, over her gorgeous body: her flushed face, jiggling
breasts, lush hips, and the spot where he could see himself sliding in and out
of her.

He wanted to
roar in satisfaction, in possession, in pride. But he made himself keep it
together so that Marissa could get as much pleasure as he was. “Good, baby.
You’re doing so good.”

She kept up the
same motion, riding him steadily for a few more delicious, agonizing minutes. Caleb
was so wrapped up in it that it took a minute to notice that her face was twisting
as she moved.

He hoped it was
from pleasure—longed for her to come all around him. “How is it? Is it good?”

Her body was
tightening around his cock. “Yeah. It’s good.”

He could tell now
it wasn’t pleasure but discomfort contorting her face. “You have to tell me,
Marissa. What’s wrong? How are you feeling?”

“I feel…strange.
I don’t know. It was good at first, but now…I don’t know.” Her body shook slightly
with emotion, and then her muscles were suddenly clamping down around him
ruthlessly.

Caleb released
a violent burst of sound and slammed his hands down to fist in the bedding.
“Fuck. Baby, you have to unclench.”

She took a few
ragged breaths but was then able to relax around him again.

He felt limp
with relief, free of the excruciating pressure. “Okay, talk to me. Are you
getting scared? What’s making you panic?”

She wasn’t
moving much now, just sort of swaying back and forth unconsciously. “I don’t
think I’m really scared. I just feel…stressed.” She returned her hands to his
chest and started riding him again, just as slowly, in just the same way. “And
kind of lonely and stupid up here.”

He suddenly
understood.

As ridiculous
as it sounded, he’d never loved her more than he did at this moment—in all of
her vulnerability and imperfection and humanness.

She needed him
as deeply, as desperately, as completely as he needed her.

 “Lean down,”
he murmured. “Lean down to me, baby.”

She bent
forward until her chest was against his, and he wrapped her in his arms. After
a moment, her lips sought his hungrily, and she kissed him with urgent passion.

As their kiss
deepened, Caleb’s arousal took on new urgency. He was rocking his hips up into
her, although she was holding perfectly still, her weight pressing down into
his body. He tore his mouth away at last. “Hold on. I’m going to flip us over.”

She giggled as
he levered them over. He’d slipped out from the maneuver, but he adjusted until
he could sink into her again, hissing at the feel of her hot flesh surrounding
him once more.

He tried to
support some of his weight on his forearms, but even so he must have been kind
of heavy on her.

She didn’t seem
to mind at all. She pulled him down into another kiss.

He moaned as he
pulled out and thrust back into her smoothly, her muscles clinging and warm.

Before he
thrust again, he said, “Tell me if you start not to like this.”

“I will,” she
promised, her arms twined around him. “So far, I like it a lot.”

Warmth washed
over him at her words, and he let himself drive into her in a strong, steady
rhythm. He held himself back as much as he could, so he wouldn’t hurt,
overwhelm, or frighten her with his rising passion.

Marissa made
breathless little sounds in time to his motion, and her fingers were almost
painful on the bare skin of his shoulders. Her breasts bounced with the force
of his thrusts, and he could feel her hard nipples chafing against his chest.

“How is it?” he
gritted out, reining in his fierce instincts, needing to know it was good for
her too.

“It’s good, Caleb.
I like it. It’s so good.”

He grunted in
relief. “You can come?”

She shook her
head against the pillow, her hair sticking to her damp cheeks. “No, I don’t
think so. Maybe I could, but it would take too long.”

“I can last,” he
mumbled, although he wasn’t sure he was speaking the truth. “I want you to
come. Let me try.”

Marissa shook
her head again and gazed at him, nothing but love in her eyes. “No. It’s okay. It
feels so good just like this, and it makes me feel like…like I’ve really
healed.”

Caleb just
couldn’t think clearly enough to understand that. His release was forcing its
way through his rigid control.

Apparently
realizing his confusion, she explained, “It’s not about the orgasm. It’s just
about you and me. You’ve waited long enough, Caleb. You don’t have to wait
anymore. Let go.”

Part of him
still wanted to see her come hard all around him, but he’d been holding himself
back for too long. For weeks now. And here, now, at final long last, he was able
to take what he needed.

So he took it.

Marissa wanted
him. Wanted him inside her. Wanted everything he could give her. And there was
no way that Caleb could not give it to her.

With a muffled
roar of power and pleasure, he reared up higher on his arms, pulling in his
knees to get more leverage to thrust. He intensified the force and speed of his
motion, feeling primal dominance overwhelm him as he watched her body move with
his force. “Okay?” he managed to ask, between the wordless grunts he was making.

“So good.” Her
voice was warm and breathless. “It’s good. I love it. I love you. Caleb, you
can finally let go.”

He tossed his
head as he felt his climax tightening in his balls.

He pulled up to
his knees, grabbed her hips, and pushed into her a few final times, his cock
swelling with almost unbearable pressure. Her muscles were tightening around
him, and he was inside her completely.

All the way
inside her at last.

He came.

Let go of what
he'd held back for so long.

When he finally
came down, Marissa had gathered him in. Was holding him tightly in her arms,
even though he must be pushing her into the mattress.

He was hot and
sweaty and completely exhausted, but he’d never felt so satisfied in his life.

“Marissa,” he
panted, pressing clumsy kisses against her face. “Marissa, I love you.”

“I know you do.
I love you too. And this was really good.”

Sighing, he
managed to roll them over until they were both on their sides, so that all of
his weight wouldn’t be on top of her. Her thighs and arms still surrounded him.
“I think it was a little better for me than for you.”

“Don’t even
start with that.”

“Okay.” He
couldn’t help but smile. “I won’t.”

“It was
incredible.”

“Yeah.”

They lay
together for a while, still holding onto each other. Caleb felt warm and
relaxed, and he thought for a few minutes Marissa actually dozed off.

Then he felt
her shifting against him. He drew back slightly so he could see her face.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi.”

“We did pretty
good, right?”

“We did great.”

“We’ll have to
keep practicing, so we can do ever better.”

“I’ve always
believed in dedicated practice, so just say the word and I’m there.”

She laughed,
her body shuddering against his deliciously in a way that made his body take a
particular kind of interest.

“Lucky me,” she
said. “Getting to practice sex with such a sex god.”

Despite the
irony in her voice, Caleb felt rather flattered by the words. “Oh, I thought I
was just a godling. Have I finally graduated to a full god?”

“I guess you
have.” She laughed again and slid her hands down to his butt.

His body
approved of both things.

She blinked. “What?”

“I didn’t say
anything.”

“Well, one part
of you is certainly saying something.”

“You confused
it by groping my ass. Made it think it might be getting more action. Don’t
worry. I’ll set it straight.”

“Well,” she
began slowly and squirmed her hips against him.

Understanding
that as an invitation, Caleb rolled them over until she was on her back again. Feeling
another thrill of excitement, he straightened his arms and then leaned over and
tucked his head until he could catch one of her nipples with his teeth. “I
thought you might be sore.”

“Not too bad,” she
told him, her fingers relaxing and tightening around the cheeks of his ass. “I
wouldn’t mind another go. Just for practice, of course.”

“Of course.” He
twirled her nipple with his tongue until she gasped and arched in response.
“Just so you know, I’m going to make you come this time. Just for practice.”

“I have no
objections to that ambition. If you need to practice, then practice must be
done.”

He huffed in
amusement and slowly slid into her again. Eased back and made his first thrust.

He took it slow
this time, rocking into her with a controlled, leisurely rhythm, trying to
please her as much as he could. He adjusted so he could hold her in an embrace.
So he could kiss her.

His tongue
mimicked the rhythm and motion of his hips, and she melted into him, responding
with just as much passion. Her body was moving with him more this time, rocking
like a wave beneath him, and he followed her rhythm.

 It felt like she
was moving him, moving the bed, moving the world.

He tried to use
as many of his learned techniques as he could to bring her pleasure, but she was
clutching him down on top of her, making skillful moves rather difficult.

She didn’t seem
to mind. Her fingers were working over his back and his ass, and she was making
pretty, breathless sounds in her throat.

“Marissa.” His
lips finally moved from her mouth to trail kisses down to the throbbing pulse
in her throat. “Marissa.”

“God, Caleb, I
love you so much.”

The compulsion
of his erection was driving him almost completely, but he managed to raise his
head so he could look her once more in the eyes. “I love you too, baby. I’ve
always loved you. I’ll always love you.”