His Five Night Stand (22 page)
He breathed deeply and stepped back cradling my face in his hands.
“I’m not afraid of your heartbreak,” I whispered. “I’m not afraid of your dark places.” My body tingled with need and possibility. The freedom and power in asking for what I wanted felt so strong, like a drug.
He nodded and exhaled slowly. “Ever since Grace died, I have been able to sculpt nothing but her. Nothing. And today I sold every piece in this collection. I’m done.”
“Why would you give them all away?”
“It is time I let her go,” he said, his fingers caressing my cheek. “For the first time since she died, I wanted to sculpt something else, I needed to. It’s you,” he said. “I want you Callie.” He pulled me towards him his lips pressing against me with a fierceness and heat.
I could feel how much he wanted me and I moaned softly as I ran my fingers through his hair. We had kissed each other passionately before, but this felt different, there was an intimacy in it, a trust that made my knees weak.
Someone cleared their throat behind us.
We spun around to see the woman in the pale blue suit standing in front of us holding what I now understood was a contract in her hands.
My cheeks burned as I stood there holding Theo’s hand, but I wasn’t embarrassed being caught in a major PDA moment. I wanted Theo and this woman clearly knew it, of course we could have been a little more discrete, but all I could think about now was how long we would have to wait until we ripped each other’s clothes off.
The woman smiled before she spoke. “Sorry to interrupt but I wanted to get a referral from you, Theo,” she said. “I’m looking for a designer to help with the installation at the house.”
“Actually,” Theo said, putting his arm around me and nudging me slightly. “This is Callie Barron. She has an excellent eye and you should see what she thinks of your space. Callie this is Rose McGuire.”
I managed to stay calm and smile as if this were just an ordinary conversation on an ordinary day.
“Ms. Barron.” She held out her be-jeweled hand. “It’s lovely to meet you my dear. I’d love to have you come to the house to see what you think.”
“Of course Ms. McGuire.” I shook her hand feeling so nervous I was afraid I might shake. I wasn’t sure if it was the energy from the kiss or the realization that possibilities were opening up all around me.
“Call me Rose,” she said.
“Or course, Rose.”
I was afraid, but it was time to ask life for what I wanted.
I explained that I didn’t have my card but we exchanged information and I agreed to go to Rose’s the following evening to see the space and work up some designs for the installation. “I’ll give you some of my ideas and if we think we are a good match for each other, we can move forward.”
“That sounds lovely. Thank you both.” Rose turned and smiled before leaving. “And you make a beautiful couple. It’s nice to see you happy, Theo. It’s been a while.” She winked and then walked away.
Theo snaked his arm around my waist, his mouth against my neck.
“So, do I make you happy?” I whispered.
“You make a few things happy,” he whispered pressing his hardening body against mine.
“You realize you have never actually seen my portfolio,” I said, leaning against his body. “What if I have no talent?”
“Oh no. Do you have no talent?” He giggled, kissing me softly between sentences.
“Of course I have talent. I have a lot of talent.”
“And I believe in you,” he said. “If you want this job you can have it. She’s going to love your work I just know it.”
“And if this turns into a real job,” I whispered leaning against his body. “I suppose you’ll require a referral fee of some sort?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” he said. “I seem to remember that you owe me two nights of passion.”
“I owe you two nights? Is that how you remember it?”
“I’ll give you two nights and as many as you’ll have me,” he said, his voice suddenly serious.
“Promise me we start tonight.”
“I promise,” he said. We stood in the center of the gallery, our arms wrapped around each other, our lips fused together. I felt as if we were the only two people in the whole world.
That night, Theo knocked on my door at exactly 8:12
p.m. I remembered because I’d been watching the clock, waiting for him, wishing for time to pass more quickly. When I opened the door he stood outside wearing the same black t-shirt and jeans from the afternoon. I took his hand and pulled him inside my apartment without hesitation.
“Come here you,” I said, giggling as I kissed him hungrily, pulling him towards my bed. His hands on the zipper of my sundress his lips on my neck, tongue in my mouth. There was no hesitation this time, no worries.
“I want to make love to you in your bed,” he said, stopping to pull the sheets back. “I want to make love to you in these sheets and wake up beside you in the morning and then make love to you again.”
“Yes, please,” I whispered falling against him. We fell onto the mattress our clothes off in under a minute. My body responded to him so quickly.
“I need you inside me,” I said, pulling him towards me. He groaned as I stroked him with my eager hands.
He handed me a condom. I opened it and quickly sheathed him loving the feeling of his hardness in my hands. I felt so in control, so turned on with anticipation and need.
I straddled him, sliding my wetness onto his throbbing shaft, the sensation of him filling me up making me gasp again. I held my breasts in my hands as I rose slowly up and down pushing myself against him and then leaning forward so my breasts hung near his face. His hands reached me, one hand on my ass he held me tight.
“Slowly,” he said, his hands brushing against my cheek. “I want to love you like this,” he said and arching his back he pushed into me deeper. “I want to feel every part of you.
I moaned as he withdrew and then pushed just inside, stroking the super sensitive place inside of me that I’d felt him finger before. Then we were moving together rocking back and forth in perfect unison. He pushed inside me, always brushing up against that sensitive spot and then sliding deeper, deeper than I’d ever been touched before. I leaned forward my clit rubbing against him as I pushed down on him.
We moaned together, my hands on his chest rubbing his nipples, my mouth on his chest. Then our hands intertwined and we moved together, faster, harder, harder, the moaning grew louder and louder.
“I can’t wait, I can’t, now, now, now,” I gasped, shaking and screaming as an orgasm rocked through my body. His back arching, I felt him throbbing inside me, a sense of filling up that made my orgasm ripple on and on. I collapsed on top of him shaking, his lips on my forehead as I rolled beside him.
His mouth on me, he kissed me slowly, carefully. “No woman has ever made me feel the way you do,” his words held a weight, a message. I knew it was deliberate.
I answered him with a kiss. As his lips pressed against mine, I felt my body responding again, his fingers brushing against my throbbing pussy.
“Please,” I moaned, unsure if I wanted him to please stop or please keep going.
“Like this,” he said, his fingers moving against me in slow circles. It was almost too much to bear my body still ached from coming.
“I can’t, I can’t,” I whispered.
“Yes, you can, softly, just relax.”
I closed my eyes and leaned back as he fingered me, my throbbing wet clit aching from the previous orgasm. His mouth on my breast, his fingers coaxed me along slowly, I felt the tingling moving through my whole body.
“I love watching you come,” he said. “There is nothing more erotic than watching you shake and quiver.”
“More,” I whispered arching against him as the pressure increased, then his fingers were inside me two at a time, his mouth on my breast sucking, biting.
I felt my body tightening, my legs tensing. I opened my eyes and grabbed him with my hands. “With you inside me,” I whispered. “Please, now. I want you to feel me shake.” I spread my legs apart as he slipped on another condom and climbed on top of me.
We both gasped as our bodies locked together. We rocked back and forth the groaning and moaning coming faster and louder this time. My hands on his ass, I pushed him in arching my back, needing him deeper, his hands on my tits, mouth dropping to suck on my nipples as he pounded against me.
I needed nothing but this. There was nothing but this moment of pleasure, this heat between us, our bodies slick with sweat, my pussy dripping, and his cock hard and throbbing.
“Harder,” I gasped. “Fuck me harder.”
“What do you want, love?” he asked.
“Fuck me harder.”
“I can’t hear you.”
“Fuck me now, harder, harder,” I yelled my voice unfamiliar to me as he drove into me relentlessly, this feeling of being possessed and taken overwhelming me as I broke open. Shaking and shuddering I moaned as he collapsed on top of me. We lay like that, connected together, the pulsing of our bodies still carrying on even while still.
“That was bloody amazing,” he said, nibbling my ear.
I giggled. “You take direction quite well.”
“I look forward to more,” he said, rolling beside me, his arm slipping easily behind my head.
Suddenly there was a pounding on the wall from the room next door. Odessa. “Keep it down in there you two,” she shouted.
We collapsed in a fit of laughter.
“You feel like being quiet, love?” Theo asked nibbling my ear.
“Hell no,” I said, standing and walking toward the wall. I spread my legs and parted myself with my fingers rubbing the soft wet part of myself with one hand, the other on my breast. “Get over here, lover,” I said, smiling. “Let’s wake the neighbors.”
And so we did.
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