Page 15 of Hers to Call
“Shit, woman,” he whispered across her lips.
He grabbed under her knee, lifting her leg higher. His strokes deepened, hitting over that spot deep inside her. Tingles started at the base of her spine and she moved her hips to urge him faster.
He chuckled at her intent. “Ah-Ah, I plan to enjoy every second inside your body.”
“Simon,” she hissed when he hit that spot again.
“Yes, baby?”
She wanted to beg him. The top of his groin brushed across her clit and she gasped. He smiled, the self-satisfied smile of a man who knew what he was doing. She clenched her sex and he sucked in a breath, his cocky smile dropping. His thrusts picked up speed. She squeezed again, arching her back.
“Calita,” his desperate whisper brushed the skin of her neck.
The hair on her arms raised as electricity traveled the length of her body. He gripped her hips, holding her down as he drove into her. His face a mask of concentration, he fucked her as though he had all the time in the world. She savored every minute, luxuriating in the sensation. It had been years since she’d allowed a man this close to her. Simon was worth the wait. He played her body like an instrument he’d spent years perfecting.
Her abdomen clenched tight, an orgasm building. The muscles in her legs tightened as she fought to reach it.
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Calita’s hips bucked in his hands, her legs tightening around his waist as she worked towards her orgasm. He sucked the skin of her neck into his mouth, wanting desperately to bite down and seal her to him. Her mewl sounded in his ear and tender feelings he wasn’t expecting just yet clenched his heart. Her wet sex surrounded his shaft, pulling at his sanity and control.
Fuck, this woman was everything.
He sped his strokes, his own orgasm barreling towards him. Power from his bear flooded his body and surrounded his mate, the animal leaving its mark on Calita, though they wouldn’t be able to claim her yet.
“Simon,” she panted.
“A little longer, baby, stay with me a little longer,” he begged, closing his eyes, fighting to stave off the orgasm nearly overtaking him.
He slowed his strokes, angling his hips until he hit…
Her mouth opened, her long moan filling the room.
Yeah, that was the reaction he wanted.
“Please,” she gasped.
He couldn’t deny her the softly spoken plea. He traced her face with his gaze, cataloguing every change in her expression. He leaned down and captured her lips, his tongue spearing into her mouth as lights danced on the edge of his vision. He couldn’t hold back any longer. She moaned into his mouth, her sex pulsing, squeezing around his shaft as she came. Her orgasm dragged him under, his body bowing with the sensations flooding his body. From the tip of his toes, up to his scalp, nerve endings flared alive. His hips jerked as Calita’s sex clenched tightly around him, each throb dragging his orgasm longer.
Shit.
He was going to bite her.
He grit his teeth, and tightened one arm around her body, burying his head into the crook of her neck. The other arm dug into the mattress, claws exploding from his hands. He pleaded, bargaining with his bear to let their mate have time. She would come to them. The growl that built in his chest showed his other half’s disgruntled attitude. His hips jerked, an aftershock sending tingles throughout his body. She moaned beneath him, her body finally going limp as he wrung the last of her orgasm from her.
He fought to get his breath back, rolling over to his side, pulling her with him, not daring to leave the warmth of Calita’s body. His chest heaved with deep breaths as his heart beat tumbled through his chest. Her heavy exhalations heated the side of his neck. He sighed and cuddled into her side, still hard inside her. He lifted her chin and kissed her, their tongues tracing each other’s in a lazy rhythm. She pulled back and kissed his chin, snuggling into him. They laid quiet that way for a few minutes, Calita tracing slow circles around his chest.
He rubbed his chin along the top of her hair. “If you’re trying to talk me into round two, I promise you, that’s the way to do it.”
She sighed.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t think I can do this, Simon.”
He wouldn’t panic. At least not yet. He gently pulled from her body, discarding the condom in the trash can next to her bed. He turned and angled to see her face. “Tell me your fears, Calita, perhaps I can alleviate some of your stress.”
She avoided his gaze. “This isn’t me. I don’t do no string relationships. I can’t separate my body from my feelings.”
