8 Weeks (Time for Love 1)

I felt one of his hands come to my breasts, and I moaned louder as he pinched my nipples between his fingers.

I began to ride him harder, then slowly pulled myself up the length of him before slamming back down to ride him again. I watched Cal’s face, and as his eyes became heavy and his breath became shallow, I felt the orgasm rip through me.

I rode it out, my body spasming and contracting around him, and I smiled triumphantly when I heard Cal shout out with his own release. His hands back on my hips, he rocked me gently, milking out the last of his orgasm, and I let my head fall to his shoulder. When we were both still, I sighed contently and softly licked the base of Cal’s neck. I loved the salty taste of him, and the sound of his heavy breathing in my ear.

After a few minutes, our breathing evened out, and I began to feel my legs getting stiff.

I leaned back slowly and looked at Cal with a smile.

“I’m gonna go clean up,” I said, not really in any hurry to move, my body soft and pliant.

“Can I stay?” Cal asked his gaze intent on my face.

I felt my body begin to tense with the knowledge that my response was not going to be what he wanted to hear. I wasn’t prepared to spend the night with him.

I shook my head sadl

y, “I’m not ready for that.”

I felt the hurt on his face, as much as I’d ever felt my own.

“So … You can have sex with me, but you won’t let me hold you?” Cal asked, shifting so that I had to stand up or fall off.

He stood as well and reached for his pants.

“Is this some kind of payback?” he asked gruffly.

I shook my head. It wasn’t … was it?

No, as much as I felt betrayed by him, I’d never withhold my love as a means of revenge.

“Cal, it’s not like that. I’m just not ready to have you sleep over. I don’t know what I’m going to do, and I don’t want to let you in, only to hurt you more in the end.”

“Shit, Shelly, you think this doesn’t hurt? It’s going to hurt whether you let me sleep over or not. You can’t keep running hot and cold. You can’t fucking strip in front of me and let me have your body, but keep your heart out of it.” He dressed quickly and looked at me in sorrow. “You. Are. My. Wife. I. Am. Your. Husband.”

I felt his distress, but I couldn’t spend the night in his arms, snuggling and sleeping together as if nothing had happened. I wasn’t emotionally ready for that yet.

“I’m sorry,” I said, my eyes beginning to fill. “I can’t give you what you want right now.”

I picked up my clothes and ran back to my bedroom. I cleaned myself up and washed my face before putting on my pajamas and walking back into the kitchen.

I walked in and looked around with a heavy heart. Cal was gone, and everything was put back in its place, as if nothing had ever happened.

Chapter 31 – Cal

I hadn’t spoken to Shelly all week, other than to text her to let her know that I would pick her up the next night and that she could just dress casually. She’d responded with an “OK” and that was it.

I wasn’t sure how we were going to react when we saw each other again; we’d left things pretty badly after our last date.

The sex had been amazing.

Absolutely amazing.

But I couldn’t help feeling used and hurt after everything we’d said. I’d thought about canceling our date, but I didn’t want to miss out on the opportunity to be with Shelly, no matter how hard it was.

“Are you gonna play, or are sit there and stare at the wall all night?” TJ asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

We were hanging out at Scott’s house. Me, Scott, TJ, and Craig. We’d thought we could all use a guy’s night, so we’d gathered here on a Friday night to play Euchre and talk sports.