He pulled back, brows caved in genuine fear. His knuckle came beneath my chin, tilting my head up to look into his eyes. “Did I make you feel unwanted?”
I wanted to look away, but it was like he knew. His grip on my chin tightened, but it was the look in his eyes that made me stop. The icy striations throbbed. Sincere. Concerned.
So I shook my head.
Calder didn’t let me go, his stare ripping into mine, as if making sure I was telling the truth. His thumb gently swiped my bottom lip, eyes darting between mine.
Then he exhaled.
“Please stay. I’ll be right back.”
I nodded, but it took him another long second to release me before he turned and went into the en suite bathroom. I settled back into the bed, warm and nervous. I ran my touch along the duvet. It was a deep, earthy color somewhere between clay and red rock. His sheets matched. They were soft and luxurious, and smelled like him.
Calder came back a moment later, holding something in his hand, and my eyes dropped to his cock. Thicker than my wrist, slightly curved at the tip, veins in stark relief.
I couldn’t believe that had been inside me.
“Shay.” I tore my gaze back to his, finding an amused lilt to his red lips. “Get on your stomach.”
“What is that?” I asked, but did as I was told.
“For the bruising.” I felt the weight of him dip the mattress, and then his hands were on me. All over me. Rubbing whatever was in the tub onto my arms, my back, my thighs.
I groaned into the sheets.
It feltsogood.
His hands dipped between my thighs, rubbing the inner skin. Then my ass, back down to my thighs, and back inside. That warm, cottony sensation transformed into something sharp and taut.
I lifted my head. “Calder?”
He gripped the back of my neck, gently pushing me into the covers. “You need to rest.”
I squirmed, trying to relieve some of the pressure as he continued to rub everywherebutwhere I needed.
I spread my thighs.
I heard a low, dark laugh.
Then Calder was on top of me, his weight heavy at my back, but not suffocating, as he was on his elbows. I felt his cock at my entrance, just as his lips warmed my ear.
“Aren’t you sore, little Maniac?”
“I don’t care.” I pressed up so he slid a little inside me. His hand came to my hip, keeping me still.
“Be good.”
“Just one more,” I practically begged. “I want to feel you.”
He slid inside me on a groan, this time gentler. His hand slid around the front of me, to my neck, lifting me in an arch off the bed. My back pressed against his chest as he drove slow and languid inside me.
The angle was deeper and Iwasa little sore, but Calder was being slow and gentle. He kissed the back of my neck and between my shoulder blades, biting the thin skin between them.
Calder was the biggest I’d ever had, but also the gentlest. Anytime it started to hurt, he already sensed it and slowed down. Waited for my body to adjust to him.
The orgasm rose faster than I expected. His hot, dirty words against my ear pushing me to the edge.
Fuck, you feel so good.
