I handed the cash over, and he gave me the key.
No questions asked.
Was it really that easy to rent a room?
Cal read the room number and held my hand as he led the way to our new home for the night. The room was basic; a bed in the middle and a small tv set on a stand at the end of the bed. The bathroom was at the other end.
“Well, I don’t think it's too bad,” I declared, as I slung my bag on the bed.
Cal stood against the door and watched me without seeing me. His eyes glazed over, and I knew he was lost in another memory.
I beckoned him over and he strolled towards me, the slow, steady walk he had mastered so well.
I moved his hair out of his eyes as he turned to look at me. My heart burst with love for this man; he had been through so much, and somehow the universe saw fit to give him to me.
“I meant what I said, Raven. You don’t need a part in any of this,” he said gruffly, his eyes filled with misery.
A lump rose in my throat as I stroked his face. “I know that... but I can’t imagine myself not being with you,” I swallowed as he held my face in his hands.
His eyes locked on mine and I saw his jaw tighten. “You could go back to your life, living the American dream.”
“Ever since the minute I met you, I knew I would have to have you in my life in any capacity...I literally don’t know how I existed before you,” I confessed, as he shifted and broke eye contact first.
I’m terrified.
The thought of him cutting off my oxygen was enough to make me weep.
“I really didn’t want to fall in love with you, you know,” he murmured. I held my breath as he rested his forehead against mine, as blood filled my ears with anticipation. “But then I did...” his green eyes stared into mine.
We fell onto the bed, our limbs tangled together as our mouths searched the other urgently.
It felt as though there was no world other than the one we existed in right at that moment.
He whipped his t-shirt off, revealing his tanned torso. I clawed my shirt off, my hair covering my face as I did. He reached behind me and unclipped my bra with ease, my breasts revealed as he bit his lip.
I laid back on the bed as he leaned down, soft lips grazed against my stomach before they trailed down to my waistband.
He smirked as he slid his fingers into my jeans and underwear, which he tossed to the floor moments later. My breathing deepened as he loosened the buckle on his belt impatiently. I stared at his body in awe as he climbed back on the bed.
His warm body sends me into oblivion with each touch whilst my fingers explored him like an ocean I was desperate to navigate.
It was only my second time with him, yet there were no nerves. I wanted him so much it was a visceral yearning.
It was softer, calmer, and slower.
Each move pleasured one, if not both of us, our bodies in sync throughout. His touch drove me insane, and I never wanted it to end.
The pleasure wasintense.
He held me after, his fingers on my arm as they drew invisible patterns.
“That was amazing, wasn’t it?” I grinned as I reached for my clothes.
“I’m struggling to label it; it was fucking delicious.Youare fucking delicious,” his eyes wandered over me as I dressed. “Do you feel okay?”
I loved that he didn’t want to hurt me. I nodded happily, yawning as I crept into bed next to him. My body curled against his, and I savoured the warmth he gave me. My eyelids drooped, and his lips brushed against them softly.
“Get some sleep beautiful,” he murmured as I fell asleep to the sound of his breathing.
