Grind (Cal and Macy's Story 2)

So I go there... but still slowly.

I slither my way down, licking at the smooth skin of her sex that she keeps immaculately waxed, inhaling her sweet scent. My hands join in and I open her wide for me, placing my lips against her, humming my approval when her legs spread further apart to give me access.

I slowly feast on her pussy, licking and nibbling all around the outer edges, avoiding that one spot I know will set her off like a firecracker. Macy has always orgasmed so fast for me, a woman so in tune with her body's wants and desires, but now I find myself wanting to make her work for it. Even though my cock is aching with raw need to be inside of her, I continue to take my time.

"Cal," she whispers to me.

I ignore her, because I know what she wants.

"Please," she moans.

A desperate plea.

She's begging, and that touches me because she's not the first woman that has wanted me to give them something. She's just a woman that's needed it far more greatly than any other.

But it's not just a craving I'm hearing from her right now. It's a pure, honest need and I can't stand to let this woman go without.

I bring my mouth right over her center, give her a hard lick, and then suction my lips right over her clit. I pull it swiftly into my mouth, causing her hips to power off the bed, and she's immediately breaking apart with a wail of relief.

Christ... so fucking responsive. I've never seen or felt anything like that from another woman.

I gentle her through the quakes and spasms my oral ministrations wrought, and when she starts to settle, I crawl my way up her body again. Fisting my cock, I bring it right to her entrance and as my lips come down on hers, I slip inside of her wet heat.

I slide in deep, pressing my balls tight against her, and I can't help the feral groan that tears out of me. She feels so fucking good... divine almost.

While I want to give in to the unmitigated need to start pounding away inside of her pussy, I make myself go slow. I want this to last for as long as possible, because there is a very good chance this will be the one and only time I'll be in Macy's bed. I'll savor and commit this to memory, and call upon it for some type of stupid security blanket when Macy puts all her walls back up.

"Go faster," she urges me as she turns her head to the side, ripping her mouth from mine.

I ignore her and continue a slow flex of my hips, pushing in deep, pulling out in increments. Her hands come to my ass... desperately trying to pull me to her.

"Cal," she says in a strangled voice. "Come on... fuck me harder."

Bending my head, I bare my teeth and bite down on her shoulder, then immediately lick away the sting. "Be quiet."

She grunts in frustration, circles her hips, and tries to urge me on.

I kiss along her neck again, breathing in deeply of her sweet smell. God, this is fucking amazing.

"Cal," she groans... or is that a whine?

I continue to ignore her, leisurely stroking my cock into her tight well.

Macy huffs in frustration, sinks her hands into my hair, and jerks my head up so I'm looking down at her. Her eyes glitter and her face is flushed. So goddamn beautiful.

"Stop trying to make love to me," she demands haughtily while my hips continue to work my shaft in slow and deep.

I chuckle, lean down, and kiss her nose. I hate that I have to reassure her. "I'm not making love to you. I'm just... going slowly."

"What's the difference?" she mutters.

"The difference is," I tell her confidently as I push in extra deep. She groans in satisfaction. "Is that I'm just fucking you... slowly. That's all."

"I can't--"

"You can," I tell her with assurance, and then I chide. "Just relax and enjoy, Macy."

She gives an irritable groan and swivels her hips against me, and fuck... that feels good and my instinct is to start pounding.

I grit my teeth, lower my face into her neck, and continue to slowly... gently... fuck her. Because this is definitely not making love. That only comes when there is love, and while my feelings for Macy are most assuredly tender and I feel protective toward her, there is no love between us. There's not enough openness and trust for that to even be a consideration.

Macy's breath hitches, her chest rising in starvation for oxygen. I pump, and push, and pull... all on a quicksand timetable. My cock massages her from the inside out, and my pelvis grinds softly against her. She whimpers beautifully with need, and I love being the one that has absolute power over her right now.

I love her being dependent on me in this moment.

I tilt to the side, raise a hip without missing a stroke, and push my hand down in between us. My fingers easily find her wet clit, and I swear I can feel it throbbing with anticipation. I capture it, give it a tiny tweak, and she cries out.

So I do it again while I fuck her lazily.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And then she's coming... again. She moans so deep in her chest that it sounds like an avalanche cutting loose and her back bows in pleasure. I pull my face up and bring my mouth to hers, forcing it open and thrusting my tongue inside. She groans all around it, and I can't help myself as I slam into her hard while her body spasms all around my cock.

From out of the depths of nowhere, my own orgasm stuns me when it breaks loose and I leave her mouth barren as I throw my head back and let out a roar of satisfaction. I come so fucking hard, boiling up from my balls and flooding her insides. My body reacts on instinct... pelvis grinding down and mashing my fingers against her clit.

She cries out again, and I can feel her muscles clamping down on me hard as she has another climax. Jolts of pleasure sift through me, causing my cock to thump repeatedly in her... more creamy jets letting loose in her pussy.

"Fuck," I mutter as my head drops again... this time to her shoulder and harsh, warm breath expels from my chest.

"Oh, God, that was good," Macy says in complete capitulation as she wraps her legs around my waist--squeezes hard--and my man card stands up to take a bow.

I hold most of my weight off her but can still feel the pulse of her heartbeat as we lay chest to chest. Her breathing gentles and her fingers lazily stroke my back. It's a peaceful, contented feeling that I know she shares with me, and I hold my tongue from saying all kinds of crazy things so I don't freak her out.

Instead, I just enjoy what is, without a doubt, a breakthrough for Macy. I know that this is the first time she's opened herself up to the true intimacy of sex, and based on her body's reaction... coming twice hard while I was jetting inside of her... and maybe even a third time... I know she loved the fuck out of it.

Finally, I'm forced to pull my softening dick out of her and I roll reluctantly to the side, wrapping my arms around her waist and forcing her to roll with me. I tighten my grip, expecting her to try to jolt out of my embrace, but she surprises the hell out of me by snuggling into my side.

My lips curl into a satisfied smile, and I kiss her forehead before resting my chin on her. We lay silent, digesting the moment, maybe both of us afraid to talk and break the spell.

"I believe in nurture," Macy says into the heavy silence, answering one of her very own questions she posed to me not long ago at dinner. I go absolutely still, even holding my breath to see what else she might say. "I believe babies are born inherently good, but that circumstances can make a person bad."

"You're not bad," I say gruffly, squeezing her tighter, because there's no doubt in my mind she's talking about herself.

She ignores me, clearly not looking for someone to debunk her theory. "But I don't believe in God. I don't understand how someone that's almighty can even let one iota of suffering happen in this world. It makes no sense to me."

I hold my tongue, understanding that she's not looking for a religious debate.

"When I pass a homeless person on the street, I give them money. Whatever cash I have on me. I don't consider whether they truly need it or if they're scamming me. I give them the benefit of the doubt, because everyone should have the benefit of the doubt. Everyone should have faith in humanity, until proven otherwise."

A lump forms at the base of my throat and my stomach flips, not over the absolute conviction in her voice, but rather because she's telling me the story of her life. She's telling me of all the things that have been lacking for her, and it breaks my heart.

"And you're my second favorite person in the world," she says quietly. "You already know my first is Mac, and prior to you, I would have had to say Matt was my second, but I think that's changed now."

I squeeze her a little harder, letting her know through my actions and not my words that I understand her. That I get her. That I accept her sad philosophies, and that she's safe in sharing them with me.

Macy then does something that almost shatters me. She does something that starts a small kernel of flaming hope to spark within my chest.

She tilts her face, kisses my neck, and then snuggles into me deeper. In a quiet, sated voice, she says, "I definitely think we're friends, Cal."

Chapter 20

From the Diary of Macy Carrington:

Dear Diary,

It's late. Or early in the morning. I guess that depends on the way you view things.

I just slipped out of bed where I've left a beautiful man sleeping.

That's right. There is a man sleeping in my bed.

Cal came over tonight. Brought me flowers. Took me to dinner. Talked to me like we were forever buddies.

Then he made love to me.