September Tango (8 page)

He moved slowly, kissing down her neck, brushing his mouth over her collarbones and down to her breasts. He undulated his hips at a snail's pace, driving her crazy. “Calvin, please.”

“Not yet.” He caught her nipple in his mouth, laving the pink tip with his tongue, before swirling over to her other breast, and giving it attention. She reached down, grabbing his hips, trying to increase the frustratingly slow pace. He caught her hands and pulled them over her head, holding her still. “Not yet, Beautiful.” He withdrew from her body and planted kisses on her heated skin as he slipped down to her sex. He flicked his tongue between her lips and she cried his name. He devoured her, his tongue swirling wicked circles over her heated nub, over and over, suckling and then cooling her down with the barest touch before building her up again. She felt like she was on a roller coaster, the pinnacle of orgasm just within her reach before he'd slow the tempo. She was bucking her hips to meet his mouth, and the drumming in her core was frantic. She was so incredibly close, and he stopped, pressing a kiss to her thigh. She felt him smile against her skin.

“
Calvin, no. Please.” She sobbed.

He lay back on the bed and patted his hard thighs. “Get up here.”

She sat up and climbed on his lap eagerly, desire overriding her fear of girl on top.
Derek had never liked it, but this isn't Derek
, she told herself. He reached between them, sliding his cock into place. She shifted, taking him in only part of the way. He grabbed her hips and arched up, sliding in another fraction of an inch.

“
Not yet,” she whispered wickedly. He grinned and palmed her breasts with his large hands. Her head fell back, and she groaned, taking him in, inch by incredible inch. He hissed and grabbed her hips again, arching into her and pulling her down. She shook with the force, relishing the feel of him completely inside her.  He held her hips and let her find her own rhythm, only arching into her at her speed. He then pulled her to him, burying his face in her breasts, licking and suckling her. He used one hand to press on her ass, grinding her into him. She let herself go and she rode him until she shattered, her scream being muffled in his neck. He nipped her shoulder as he arched into her, his cock slamming deep inside her. She felt her body tightening again and she exploded around him, bringing him with her this time. She collapsed on his chest, and they lay that way for a while, letting their breathing regulate. He kissed her shoulder.

“
You are amazing.” He wrapped his arms around her and her eyes slid shut. She was exhausted from all of the emotion of the day. He stroked her hair gently, the satiny strands sliding between his fingers. It felt so unbelievably right holding her in his arms.
Why did I never notice her more? Why was it always Callie?

A voice deep in his psyche responded,
because, she always made sure you noticed no one else.
He sighed, knowing it was the truth. He eased her off his chest and she curled on her side, he pulled a blanket up on her and grabbed the TV remote, turning the TV on low.

He dozed off watching some cooking show.
Chapter Twelve
– Sunday

He woke up to the early morning light filtering through the drapes and stretched, finding Zoe missing from the bed. His heart picked up in panic until he realized the shower was running. He smiled and tossed the blanket back before walking to the bathroom door and easing inside. She was humming a song he couldn't place and he could smell vanilla and something flowery from the soap she was using. He slid the curtain open and she turned with a gasp.

“
Calvin!” She lowered her soapy hands from her hair and her eyes went dark. “What are you doing?”

He stepped in quickly and closed the curtain. “Taking a shower with you.”  He slid his hand down her slick side, catching her hip and pulling her to him. “You feel so good.”

“Calvin...” She groaned. Her nipples went hard and she bit her bottom lip.

“
Give me the soap,” he growled softly. She turned and picked up the bar of soap. He lathered it between his big hands and put the bar down. “Come here.” He soaped her shoulders and arms, taking it slow and gentle. He moved to her breasts, pinching her nipples as he stroked her skin. He traveled down her belly and crouched, pressing a kiss to her thigh. She grabbed the shower wall and moaned. He lathered his hands with more soap and washed down her long legs and then slowly worked back up, before sliding his tongue between her thighs. She spread her legs and held on to his shoulders as he made love to her with his mouth, tasting and teasing her to incredible heights.

He rinsed his hand under the shower spray and slipped a finger deep inside her. He worked her pussy while he licked, bringing her closer to orgasm with every thrust of his tongue. She exploded around his hand, her walls clamping his fingers over and over. He rose from kneeling and kissed her mouth. “Can you wash my back, Beautiful?” He grinned as he handed her the bar of soap.

She was still quivering from orgasm. “You are an ass.”

He smirked. “I'm a tease, there is a big difference.”

She leaned her head back and rinsed the rest of the suds from her hair and body. “Get under the water and I'll show you a tease.” They shifted position in the shower. She licked her lips and forced herself to concentrate, but it was becoming nearly impossible. Water trickled down his body, following the curves of his muscles she longed to lick. She leaned forward, flicking her tongue over his nipple. He groaned and she watched his cock jerk. She lathered the soap in her hands and smoothed it over his chest and shoulders, mimicking what he had done, working down his abs, and kneeling to plant a kiss on his thigh. He groaned, threading a hand in her wet hair.

She washed his sinewy legs, marveling at the muscle tone and worked her way back up, finally planting one more kiss on the shaft of his cock. He groaned from between gritted teeth. “Damn it, Zoe, you're driving me crazy.”

She licked her lips and pushed him back so the water sluiced down his body, rinsing the soap away. She opened her lips and took him into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the heavy head, eliciting a groan from his throat and a murmured, “Yes...” She repeated the swirl and suck of the tip and he arched his hips forward, pushing himself into her mouth just a little. She pulled back and pressed a small kiss on the tip.

“
No, Calvin.” She shivered at the cooling water. “Take me to bed.” She pulled the shower curtain back and grabbed a towel before handing him one. He jumped out and pushed her against the wall.

“
How about right here.” He leaned in and kissed her neck, making her jump. He stroked her breasts, sliding a hand down to her core.

“
How about bed?” She pushed his chest and slipped out around him, streaking through to the bed before jumping on it and grinning at him. She stood up on the bed and put her hands on her hips. “Well? Are you going to come?” She taunted.

“
Hell yes, I am. But not before you do.” He ran to the bed and jumped on it, sliding across the comforter. She squeaked and grabbed the wall, trying to steady herself. He got on his knees and caught her behind the thighs, pulling her down. She fell with a squeal, bouncing on the bed.

“
Damn you!” She laughed.

He tickled her sides and she squeaked and laughed harder, trying to escape. He lay partially on top of her, teasing her mercilessly, tickling her until she had tears running out of her eyes. He stopped and propped himself on his elbows, just watching her. “You are beautiful.”

She wiped her eyes and smiled softly. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“
Because I can't believe my luck.” He trailed a finger lazily in the valley between her breasts.

“
Yeah? I know. I'm pretty fantastic.” She grinned wide, her dark eyes sparkling.

“
You are.” He caught her hips and rolled to his back. “Come here.”

She smiled and climbed on top of him, fitting herself over his cock and pushing down, taking him deep inside her. He bit his lip and she leaned forward to kiss him. “I love you.”

“Not as much as I love you.” He pulled her hips down and arched into her, taking her over and over until she arched back and screamed her pleasure. He pulled her down to him, kissing her full mouth as he exploded. They lay wrapped in each other’s arms. She sat up and pushed her wild dark hair out of her face.

“
I'm starving, Calvin. You need to feed me. You've screwed me all night long with no sustenance!” She pouted prettily and he sat up, pressing a kiss to her mouth.

“
Love doesn't fill a belly, huh?” He ran a hand down his washboard abs. “I'm starving too. Wanna check out and go get something?”

She nodded. “Yeah. I want some pancakes.”

He pulled her back down. “I want more of you.”

“
You, sir, are insatiable.” She pushed against his chest with a smile and hopped off the bed.

“
So are you, so it works out.” He stretched as he sat up.

“
Yeah, but I'm hungry!” She bent and found her panties, shimmying into them. He tossed her bra at her head. “Hey!”

“
I figured I'd help.” He grinned. “Want me to help you get into it?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“
NO!” She smirked. “You'd be copping a feel.”

“
Can you blame me? Look at those breasts.” He pulled his boxers and jeans on, buttoning the fly and zipping them up. She was pulling her shirt on and bent to find her jeans. He groaned. She looked over her shoulder at him. “Sorry.”

She laughed. “Horn dog.” She pulled her jeans on. “You know, I wish we could stay like this forever. I don't want to go back to my real life.”

“Who says it can't be real life, Zoe?” Her breath caught at his words.

“
Don't say shit you don't mean, Calvin.” She pulled her sandals on angrily.

“
If you don't know me by now...” he sang, trying to lighten the mood as he caught her around the waist, pulling her into his embrace. She frowned and he kissed her mouth. “I never say stuff I don't mean, Baby.”

She smiled tightly, not meeting his eyes. “I'm gonna go straighten up in the bathroom. I wish I'd thought to bring a toothbrush.” She closed the door behind her and locked it, needing a few moments to get her nerves together. She ran her hands through her hair, attempting to calm the tangles. She snagged her hair back in a messy bun and turned the water to cold, splashing her face and taking some slow breaths. “This is only going to hurt when he leaves, Zoe.” She murmured to her reflection. A voice in the back of her mind replied,
you won't be able to resist him till he goes. Don't fight it.
She caught her breath and opened the door. He was sitting on the edge of the bed watching TV.

“
Hey,” he said, smiling softly.

“
Hey. Can we get food now?” She leaned against the wall and gave him a cocky come hither look.

“
Absolutely. Let's check out.” He caught her hand in his and walked to the door. He unlocked it and they walked down the hall, as if they were any normal couple with all the time in the world. They checked out of the hotel and went out to the parking lot. She took a deep breath of the sultry air and smiled.
It's gonna be okay.
He started the car and they picked going to Waffle House for breakfast.

She grinned like a little kid. “Hey, I'm just letting you know. I can eat you under the table on pancakes.”

“Is that a challenge?” He raised an eyebrow as they got out of the car.

“
Maybe!” She caught his hand and they walked across the parking lot to the Waffle House restaurant, the white building and familiar yellow and black sign drawing them in. The place was bustling for a Sunday morning, people drinking coffee, dressed up families getting breakfast before church, and a group of old men that eyed them warily. She felt Calvin clench her hand and he casually pulled his dog tags from the inside of his shirt. She looked at him quickly and murmured, “What are you doing?”

“
Keeping them from saying shit. If they see I'm military, they are less likely to start anything because we are a mixed couple.” He squared his shoulders as they waited for a hostess to seat them.

“
Oh. You know I don't care about that.” She leaned her head against his shoulder.

“
Neither do I, but a lot of people do, Babe.” He kissed the top of her head. The older crowd had gone back to their coffee, grumbling a little over it. The hostess came up to the stand and picked up two menus.

“
Y'all ready?” She grinned and her teeth were covered in her red lipstick. She had a graying pony tail high on her head and wore a stained apron.

“
As ready as we are going to get, yeah.” They followed her to a booth in a corner and she put the menus down on the table.

“
Y'all enjoy your breakfast!” She was off again, moving like sheet lightning through the packed restaurant. Zoe sat with her back to the window, the sunlight reflecting off of her dark hair. Calvin slid into the booth so he sat across from her.