Callie’s scent called to me, begging me to get closer, to burrow my way inside her skin and get as close as possible.
“There’s skin everywhere,” she disagreed through a laugh, her bare legs and arms curling around me with meaning.
And there was.
But it wasn’t the skin that I wanted.
“You sure you want to do this here?” I asked, shaking my brain inside my head when it hinted at the fact that we (me, my brain, and my dick) didn’t want to stop.
“Yeah,” she confirmed quietly, nodding and slipping the strap of her leotard off of one smooth shoulder.
Knowing how tricky it was to get out of one of those damn things, I helped her slide her entire arm out and then repeated the process on the other side.
Languidly, fabric scraping softly over each nerve and eliciting goosebumps, I slid the rest of the leotard down. Past her hard-peaked chest, over the line of each rib, along the smooth ridges of her muscled abs, over the defined bones of her hips, and down the line of her toned legs.
Her turned on eyes followed me the whole way, meeting mine when I was done with an intensity and security that astonished me.
The dichotomy between the trust she showed me and the skepticism she showed everyone else humbled me. I didn’t know what I had done to deserve it.
“Why me?” I asked quietly, the desire to know outweighing everything and anything else in that moment.
Callie was, of course, confused. She hadn’t been inside of my head to follow the same thought path I had.
“Why do you trust me?” I clarified, running my hands up her naked legs but focusing directly on her eyes.
They searched for the answer as she did, studying my face by touching on every part of it.
I knew it wasn’t necessarily a fair or easy question. The complexity behind her reasoning would be hard enough to pinpoint, let alone condense into one, succinct statement.
It would be for me anyway.
“I don’t know.”
I nodded, knowing that I couldn’t be disappointed at the lack of an answer for my difficult pop quiz, but she wasn’t done.
“I guess it’s because you’ve gone to great lengths to see me.”
I smiled.
“And make sure I see you.”
I leaned over, touching my lips to the skin of her abdomen and breathing her in. I felt satisfied. Justified in my intentions and actions.
Pulling my face up and away from her belly, she raised a brow in question.
“Why do you trust me?”
Just one corner of my mouth curved up, knowing I was going to bug the hell out of her.
“Same.”
“Oh!” She smacked my shoulder and shoved at me as I started to laugh. “You cheater! A big, fat, cop-out of a cheater!”
“It’s not my fault you took the good answer first,” I remarked through my chuckle, appealing to her ego and accusation at the same time.
I trapped her hands as she swung at me, taking her arms by the wrists and pinning them to the ground above her head.
Laughter turned serious, and smiling eyes warmed to hot.
My hands slid into hers and our fingers interlaced as I settled my body on top of hers.
Air compressed and moved, vacating the narrowing space between us as I settled my lips onto hers. A sigh escaped through them and floated into mine as she opened herself to me.
My tongue worked in tandem with the slow grinding movement of my hips, caressing the tip of hers and soaking in the feel of it.
She felt incredible, all smooth skin and flexible limbs, and her legs came up to wrap around my waist.
I pulled back, though, not wanting to be trapped for fear that I wouldn’t be able to make myself move again. And we still had too many layers of barrier between us.
Removing myself from her hold slowly and carefully, I sank my butt to my heels and pulled myself up to standing, shedding my shorts and underwear in one smooth movement.
Her eyes rounded from below me. The sight of me naked had either surprised or frightened her, but I was hoping for the first.
“You alright?” I asked.
She gulped and pushed up onto her elbows, thrusting her chest out further into my view without realizing. “Yeah, it’s just…you weren’t naked and then all of a sudden you were.”
“Hah!” I barked with humor. “That’s usually how it works.”
“No, I know. I was just expecting it to go…slower.” Her eyes were alight with mischief and fun and no longer held an air of fear, releasing me from worry and opening up the opportunity to taunt.
“You want me to do a striptease?”
“There’s nothing left,” she pointed out.
I pointed to one of my feet and offered, “I bet I could do a hell of a job making taking off my tape look sexy if you had your heart set on it.”
Sudden realization froze her face, and she flopped back to the floor and let both arms flail down beside her. “Ahhh,” she groaned.
“What?”
“I’ll be more impressed if you can make something appear.”
My eyebrows inched closer together.
“A condom,” she specified, lifting her head to look at me.
Oh.
I laughed. “I have one in my bag.”
“I want to ask why really badly right now,” she said. “Instead, I’m just gonna be grateful.”
“No illicit reason,” I comforted with a smile and a shake of my head. “Just a routine. A strictly precautionary measure.”
She bit her lip, satisfied with my answer, before jerking her head in the direction of my bag in suggestion.
I moved quickly and grabbed it, a small gasp of air breaking the silence from behind me as I bent over to dig through the contents.
When my fingers met foil, I ripped it immediately from the package and rolled it on.
Her eyes burned with want when I turned back around, and I wasted no time stalking her like prey. Each step felt like a mile, each second an hour. We’d spent so much time dancing around our attraction, and we hadn’t acted any differently in this moment.
My hands went directly to her hips and hooked into the sides of her flesh colored underwear. Simultaneously, she curled her upper body off of the ground with nothing but the power of her abs and pulled her matching sports bra off.
Bared to my sight, her already peaked nipples hardened further, and my cock had no problem reciprocating.
It was the first time I’d seen her in all of her glory, so I took the desired time to appreciate her.
Golden skin blurred by a thin layer of chalk stretched from head to toe, and the pink of her lips, nipples, and sex stood out against it. Her chocolate eyes appeared darker, fading into the pupil with an indistinct delineation, and her soft brown hair fanned out from the band of her ponytail at the top of her head.
I reached over and removed the band, wanting to feel the movement of her loose hair as we came together.
She said nothing as I did it and nothing as I continued my perusal. Instead, she used the time to study me in equal detail.
One strip of perfectly neat, trimmed curls lined the top of her mound, and her clit and folds glistened with undisguised excitement.
I wanted to taste and touch her and eat at each and every one of the exposed inches of skin, but, with one read of my face and a shake of her head, she told me no.
“Inside, Nik,” she instructed. “I’m tired of waiting.”
Knowing she’d be plenty tight on her own without the aid of a special position, I covered her body once more in the basic missionary position.
But as my body molded to hers and my cock sank into the welcome of her outer folds, nothing felt basic about it.
Ready and waiting, she coated me, lubricating me for entry and bowing off of the floor in anticipation as she did.
“Look at me, Cal,” I directed softly, positioning myself and waiting for her eyes to come to me before slowly pushing my way in.
Her tightness fought my intrusion, but as I watched her closely, I could see no signs of pain. Each inch solidified the moment and made my heart beat faster and faster.