Chapter 6
Calista sighed, feeling sore and warm and strangely content. She hadn’t felt this relaxed in…ever!
Snuggling into the warmth, she pressed her nose against something that smelled incredibly good. But what was that heavy object laying over her waist? Calista didn’t want to wake up enough to find out, so she pressed herself closer to that warmth again. There was something odd about the morning, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on the problem. But was it really a problem when everything felt this good?
The soft, butterfly kisses along her neck should have been a warning. But…well, they felt really good! She shifted her head, wanting more of those kisses. Strong fingers slid against her stomach, sending darts of need along her nerve endings. Okay, that wasn’t exactly “comfortable”, but it felt wonderful!
Rolling over, she forced her eyes to open, needing to investigate whatever was happening.
As soon as her lashes lifted, her fingers dove into Goran’s soft hair.
“You’re awake, right?” he asked, barely lifting his mouth from the soft skin of her throat. “I thought you’d never wake up!”
She laughed, but was there anything funny about this? Calista was suddenly so turned on, her laughter turned into a moan of pleasure.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, pulling his hand away. Calista grabbed his hand, placing it back onto her bare stomach. “Don’t stop!” she whispered, turning so that she could press herself against him.
Goran wasn’t about to stop, so he shifted their position, moving so that he was on top of her and pressing his leg between her thighs, spreading her legs.
“Goran!” she gasped, arching up, pressing her core against his hard thigh. He pressed his leg against her, understanding what she was doing. He wanted to see and feel her explode this time. Yesterday, the water had hindered his view of her body as she’d climaxed. He wasn’t going to lose that pleasure this time. He pushed the sheets out of the way and spread the already loose robe away from her lovely body. Her breasts were beautiful! Tipped with dark tan nipples, he lowered his head, tasting one tip, then the other. She gasped and pressed her breasts deeper into his mouth, arching her back and shifting her hips against his thigh.
“Tell me what you like,” he whispered into her ear, then moved lower, his hot mouth sucking on the peak of her breast.
“That!” she gasped. “I like that!”
His other hand covered her breast, soothing and pinching, teasing the nipple while his mouth covered the tip, his tongue flicking against the puckered peak, making her groan as she tried to handle both sensations.
“This is…crazy!” she moaned.
“This is hot,” Goran countered, shifting against her core, creating sparks of intense pleasure and frustration down below.
Lifting her hips, Calista wrapped her legs around his hips, pressing herself against him. “I need…something!”
Goran pressed against her, his body shifting but it wasn’t enough. Calista needed something…she wasn’t sure how to handle whatever was happening to her. It was all too new and too…shocking!
“Relax,” Goran soothed, moving lower.
“I don’t…this isn’t going to work!” she told him, but her inner thighs rubbed against his hips, her body trying to find some sort of release.
He laughed softly, then lowered his head to nibble along her shoulder. “I promise, I’m very good at making this work.”
She sighed, tilting her head back. “You’re….ahhh!” she gasped when he bit her. Then he moved his mouth lower and she couldn’t seem to stop him. Calista wasn’t even sure if she wanted to stop him! Her body remembered yesterday. The waterfall. His hands…dear heaven he knew how to use his hands! Those fingers should be illegal!
“What am I, love?” he asked softly, but he didn’t stop to hear her answer. He continued moving along her shoulders, nipping and tasting, sending bolts of desire through her body so fast, she couldn’t seem to think properly.
“You’re doing things that…!” she couldn’t finish that sentence because he’d just moved down to her stomach, teasing the soft skin, nibbling on her hip bone.
“Tell me what I’m doing to you,” he urged, his hands sliding down over the skin of her thighs. “You have the softest skin I’ve ever felt.”
Calista wanted to order him to stop comparing her to the other women he’d been with. She didn’t want to know if their skin had been rough or soft or felt like satin. She just wanted him to…yeah! That! She wanted him to do that!
His mouth moved even lower, his shoulders pushing her legs wider. “You’re not telling me what I’m doing to you, habibi,” he commented, as if they were having a casual conversation over a cup of coffee instead of his mouth moving lower, doing intimate, insanely lovely things to her body! Not to mention, why was he calling her his “love”? She wasn’t! And that was…!
“You have to stop!” she gasped, trying to wiggle away from him. But the huge robe she’d fallen asleep in last night, plus his strong hands holding her still, made her efforts useless. Her fingers fumbled, trying to find something to hold onto, but it was just his shoulders, his hair and…and dear heaven what was he doing now?!
“I’m not going to stop,” he warned her, his hands moving hers out of the way so that his mouth could move along her pink folds unhindered. “Remember yesterday?” he whispered, then blew on her wetness.
“Yes!” she gasped, arching her hips. Was she confirming that she remembered what they’d done yesterday? Or was she crying out her delight in what he was doing now? She wasn’t sure, so she couldn’t really answer him now.