She took him right to the base and then she waited. He throbbed inside of her and her inner muscles gripped him in response. Matt couldn’t tell if she was doing it on purpose. He didn’t think she was, but it felt so damn amazing.
When she moved, he nearly shot out of his skin. Callie, he learned, was the kind of person who knew what she wanted, even if she didn’t think she knew. She knew just how to rock with him, how to grind her clit against him, how to use him to find that perfect spot. She rolled her hips, grinding and swaying.
Matt had to open his eyes and enjoy the show. Callie with her hands resting on his shoulders, hips gyrating wildly, breasts swaying, water droplets still sluicing over her alabaster skin from her wet hair- it was all one hell of a display. He had to close his eyes, simply because he couldn’t look at her anymore. Not if he wanted to retain any kind of control over himself.
He closed his eyes and it wasn’t long before his entire body was vibrating with need. It actually was physically painful for him to hold back. He couldn’t stop himself from gripping Callie’s hips, from helping her rock and sway with him, finding the rhythm that they both so desperately needed.
Matt felt the pressure building, inside himself, inside Callie. He felt those first little trembles, in her thighs and then deeper. Her muscles clenched around his cock and then she cried out. He thought she probably threw back her head, but her wild gyrations, the way her body trembled around him, treated him to one hell of a fireworks display of his own. Lights burst behind his closed lids and his body went into full spasm mode.
He thrust into her hard, pumping her with every one of her wild gyrations. He was as wild as she was, bucking and grinding into her until with one hard thrust, he came deep inside of her. He throbbed wildly and even with the damn condom on, he could feel all of her, every glorious part of her, every spasm, all the heat and the rush of wetness- all of it. And god, it was amazing.
When she’d finally stopped shaking, Callie rolled to the side. Matt went with her. He grabbed for the sheets and covered them both in an awkward motion. He wrapped her up in his arms and she went, if a little stiff.
“Don’t,” he whispered pleadingly. “Don’t pull away yet. Just stay- just like this… for a few minutes.” He could tell she wanted to run. That she was probably already regretting what she’d just done.
And him? He was lying there, marveling that anything could feel so right. It was actually frightening how good it felt, just the two of them. He had never, ever, experienced anything like that in his life. Nothing even came close to what it had been like with Callie.
He knew. He’d known from that first kiss they’d shared at the damn Christmas party, that she would be different. It was why he couldn’t stop thinking about her. It was why he’d been tortured by that kiss.
Matt couldn’t even explain what the feeling was exactly. There didn’t seem to be a word that could encompass the kind of connection they’d just shared. It was fucking earth shattering.
For him, it had been. Did she not feel the same? Or was she scared? After a minute, Callie relaxed against him, and he allowed himself to take a breath. And then he did the worst thing he could have done, but he just couldn’t let her leave him like that. He had to know what had been in her past. What made her want to run? What made her afraid? It was more than just the whole boss thing. It was more than what she’d said, about being at different income brackets.
“Please, Callie.” He stroked his hand over her wet hair. “I… what is it? I can tell there’s something. Something bothering you. Will you tell me what it is?”
She went completely rigid in his arms. Rigid, but she didn’t pull away. That had to mean something. He could feel himself losing her, even though she was right there with him and it just about killed him.
The room was silent for a long time. It was just their breaths, which had resumed an almost normal cadence. She let out a sigh, the smallest of sighs. It seemed like she’d debated with herself, silently, and that whatever was holding her back, had crumbled. Either she trusted him, or worse… he didn’t want to think about her disappearing and never seeing him again. He didn’t want to think about her spilling her heart to him just because she needed it. She needed to tell just one person who would never betray her because she’d never let them.