Callie entered her room to see Kō lying in the bed reading a book. He sat propped up on a pile of pillows stacked behind his back against the headboard. He was bare chested with the sheet gathered around his waist. She could not tell if he was completely naked since his lower half was covered by the sheet and blanket. Reaching behind her, she locked the door.
"Hi, honey," he warmly greeted her, lowering his book to look at her.
"Hi yourself, handsome," she rejoined, kicking off her shoes on the way to the bed. She lay down on her belly at the foot of the bed, crawling between his legs that were spread open under the covers. Ducking her head under his book, she wiggled her way between his arms to lie down on his chest.
"Miss me?" he asked, a flirtatious little grin tilting his lips. He pressed a gentle kiss to her readily offered mouth.
"Always," she murmured against his lips. She pushed her mouth firmly to his, sighing with contentment from his sweet kiss. Laying her head on his chest, she listened to his heart beating. Such a pleasant, calming sound. However, his heart seemed to be thumping a little harder and faster than it should be for someone in such a relaxed state.
"Did you think about my proposal?" he inquired, stroking her hair.
No wonder his heart was beating too fast. Hers picked up a few beats per minute as well.
"I did," she responded coyly, flipping over onto her back. She fitted herself neatly between his arms, reclining against his body. Her eyes scanned the words on the page on the left side of the book he still held open in his hands. It was a lengthy description of how to assemble a gun from all of its singular pieces. Diagrams of a gun and all of its parts dominated the right page. "What are you reading?'
"One of the guys lent me a book about guns. He said I should read it to get familiar with a gun and how it works before I can learn how to shoot one," he explained, setting the open book down with the pages facing the bed hold his place.
It sounded like a stalling technique to her to avoid teaching him how to shoot a gun. She held her breath when he inhaled a deep breath that quivered slightly when he exhaled.
"Don't avoid my question again. Will you marry me?"
Stalling was something she could not do much longer herself. Actually, she had already made her decision.
"What if...just, what if, mind you, I said yes?" she questioned him, continuing to be coquettish and evasive.
"I'd say you've made me the happiest man on earth. And in return I will make you the happiest woman on earth." He paused, putting his arms around her, flattening his palms on her belly. His lips brushed across her neck before he nibbled on her earlobe. He whispered in her ear, "So are you saying yes?"
"Yes," she answered, turning her head to catch his lips with hers for a kiss as if to seal the deal.
"I have something for you," he said, slipping a hand under the pillow behind his back. He produced a crude ring he had made himself by braiding a bit of silver colored scrap wire and twisting it into a circle.
Callie's throat constricted with the sudden rush of joy, making it impossible for her to speak. Heat swelled in her chest and extended througout her limbs giving her whole body a surreal, floating sensation. Tears surged and overflowed her eyelids.
"I-it's not m-much," he stuttered anxiously, taking her left hand in his. He held up her hand to slide the ring onto her finger. The shaking of her body alerted him that she was crying even though he could not see her face. Happy tears he hoped. "I know it's a little silly and stupid. It's just a piece of junk, but it will have to do until I can get you a real ring."
Callie's fingers trembled while she held up her hand to stare at the homemade ring. Plain old wire, not even made of any precious metal, but it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
"I love it," she choked out through her tears. She rolled back over onto her belly, taking his face between her unsteady hands. "I love you so much."
His arms enveloped her body, holding her tightly against his chest. Her eyes shimmered with the tears that streaked unchecked down her lightly blushed cheeks.
"Will you be mine? Always?" he added giving her a sheepish grin.
Callie nodded vigorously, leaning forward to fit her mouth to his.
"I promise that one day I really will make you the happiest woman on earth," he swore to her while she rained tiny kisses all over his face along with her joyful teardrops.
"Oh, you silly thing," she chided him playfully. "You already do."
Callie lay back down on top of him, her tear dampened cheek pressed to the warm, smooth skin of his pectoral muscle, her breasts flattening against his hard belly. Another hardness below his abdomen pushed into her belly, but she did not seem to notice until he grunted in discomfort. Finally aware of his physical distress, she lifted her body slightly, pushing herself upwards to kiss him.
"I want to make you happy too," she whispered, brushing the tip of her nose across the tip of his.
"Are you sure? I know you've been dealing with a lot of stuff and haven't wanted to have...you know," he mumbled, blushing cutely while avoiding saying the word sex.
"You're positively adorable. How do you remain so sweet, so innocent, despite what you've gone through?"
His perpetual wide-eyed innocence, his sincere naiveté, had been one of his attributes that captivated her from the moment she met him. His eyelids drooped heavily, his eyelashes skimming the tops of his pink tinted ivory cheeks. In a state of full blown lust he still managed to appear guileless and vulnerable. His tongue nervously licked over his bottom lip leaving it glossy which naturally invited a kiss. She gleefully obliged.
Her hands skimmed over his well built chest before hooking around his neck while they kissed each other with enticing slowness. Sensual desire coiled in her lower belly, tensing the muscles of her abdomen and thighs. Her mouth slipped from his until his bottom lip nestled between both of hers, and she sucked it lightly. A deep, animal-like sound akin to a growl rolled from his chest and through his parted lips, increasing her excitement.
Kō's hand followed the curve of her shoulders, sliding down to massage the hollow at the small of her back momentarily before pushing across the roundness of the top of her butt cheek to cup her fabulously muscled ass. He clenched his fingers, squeezing then kneading her toned behind until she shifted in his strong, single armed embrace with the carnal yearning that continued to build inside of her.
"C-can I m-make love to you?" he stammered between pecks on his lips.
"Oh, yes, please," she murmured, moving to straddle his body, sitting on his thighs. Her fingers raked through his hair, pulling his mouth to hers for a kiss that threatened to suffocate them both in its intensity.
Kō's hands burrowed under the bottom hem of her black t-shirt, pushing the thin cotton upward while his hands glided over her body. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss, but only for the purpose of removing her shirt. His extended fingers slid over her shoulders and up her arms, stripping the soft material from her body to discard it onto the floor. He pulled her forward, burying his face in the generous cleavage created by the black lace push up bra she wore.
Callie giggled because the vibration of his lips on her skin tickled. Her chuckling morphed into mewling sighs while his lips covered the round tops of her breasts with dozens of little kisses.
His clumsy fingers worked to unhook the insidious piece of clothing keeping him from touching her nipples. Floundering like a blind man in an unfamiliar place, he pushed and pulled on the elastic strap until he heard the satisfying pop of the release of the hook and eye then her small but heavy breasts were freed from their satin and lace confines. The bra was haphazardly tossed to join the t-shirt somewhere on the floor.
"Kō," she gasped, clutching his head with both hands when he latched onto one hardened nipple.
His big hands moved over her body giving her the most tempting massage. He rubbed her shoulders before pushing his fingers into her shoulder blades with pain inducing strength. She cried out when the pain swiftly transformed into pleasure after her muscles relaxed under his manipulation. Her lower back received a brief but masterful massage from his powerful fingers. His touch became more gentle, the pressure turning feather light, teasing her in the most delightful way. She sighed with longing when his fingers traced the top of her jeans from the back around to the front where his forefingers slipped under the waistband to grasp the button. She angled her hips forward to offer him a better position at which to unbutton her jeans.
A short, sharp cry punctured the air when Kō startled her by seizing her by the waist and flipping her over onto her back. Her head hung over the foot of the bed until he pulled her away from the edge. Another burst of giggles escaped her when he hovered over her, tugging at her jeans to take them off. Raising her hips, she assisted him with peeling off the tight denim that was like a second skin.
"Do you have to wear such tight clothes?" he grumbled, jerking at the stubborn material that insisted on clinging to her legs.
"But you like the way they look," she argued, kicking in an attempt to free herself. She accidentally struck him in the chest knocking him backwards to send him sprawling onto the mattress on his back but not before his head hit the headboard with a loud 'thunk.'
"Ow!" he howled in pain, rubbing the back of his head.
"Oh, my god!" she exclaimed, snatching off the pants to throw them on the floor. She quickly moved to kneel above him on all fours, reaching around to rub his sore head which pushed her bare breasts into his face. "Are you okay?"
"Much better I think. But I can't breathe," he informed her in a muffled voice because his nose and mouth were buried in her chest.
"Oh, sorry," she apologized unnecessarily, backing up a bit to uncover his face.
"Are you trying to kill me?" He sat up in the bed still massaging his tender skull.
"Maybe. But what a way to go, huh?" she joked, wiggling her eyebrows.
"You're such a tease," he growled playfully, lunging at her.
He pushed her over onto her back, once again positioning them with their heads toward the lower part of the bed. His fingers drifted over her cheek, then he placed a tender kiss there. His fingers tickled her neck where he placed a line of kisses down to her chest. Every place his fingers stroked his mouth soon followed.
Callie moaned and squirmed under him while his enticing little touches continued lower and lower on her body. She held her breath when his fingers glided along her slippery inner thighs, upward to the source of wetness that had coated them. At least the damn stubborn jeans had taken her underwear with them when they finally came off. A cry of pleasure, close to a plaintive yowl, escaped her when he pushed two of his fingers inside her. Her body took them willingly despite them being a substitute for what she really wanted.
"I want you," she begged him, undulating her hips to meet his hand movements. Moaning into his ear, she pulled him close, smashing her breasts to his chest.
"Soon," he assured her, probing deeper inside of her.
"Now, who's being a tease?"
"Hmmm, patience, my dear."
Callie held onto him, accepting the manual stimulation gratefully. Her hand covered his, directing his fingers and thumb to proper placement to maximize the pleasure he sought to give her. A sudden, intense burst of pleasure, so sharp that it actually stung, stabbed her deep inside setting off exquisite explosions of carnal delight in every nerve ending. The climax hit her suddenly and hard like an unexpected avalanche, engulfing her in a sea of bliss. Opening her mouth, she emitted a long, low moan that bordered on a howl to express her enjoyment.
"Holy hell," he mumbled, removing his hand from her body. "That was fast."
"Yeah, but god, was it good," she panted, placing her hands on his waist as he positioned himself between her legs.
Kō thrust into her ready and wanting body without any further provocation. His guttural groan mingled with her husky moan creating a loud noise that sounded more like they were in pain rather than experiencing pleasure. Hopefully the walls were soundproof, however, at this time, neither one of them cared. Their lovemaking was raw, straightforward, and passionate; a torrid meeting of bodies driven by the overpowering need to connect emotionally as well as physically. They strived to be as close as two humans can be, to become one in both mind and body.
Callie nuzzled his neck, kissing along the line of the throbbing artery under his skin. He kissed her mouth, her forehead, the tip of her nose. His eyes met hers, both of them smiling like drunken idiots. She nudged him with her hips as if asking if he wanted to speed up.
He did not. He gradually sank into her completely, pausing to allow both of them to relish the fullness, the completeness of their intimate union. Moments like this he wanted to savor, to make it last as long as possible.
The movements of their bodies were deliberate, unhurried. They had no where to go. There was no place they would rather be than in each others arms. Their eyes remained locked, giving each other their undivided attention, immersing themselves in the other. The build up was gradual, mounting with a wonderful languid quality that left their bodies quaking in their determination to maintain control.
"Kō," Callie gasped, willing herself not to close her eyes, not to severe eye contact with him when her limbs started to tremble in anticipation of the blissful end. "Please..."
"I'm there," he groaned, allowing his eyes to drift closed.
"Oh, god," she moaned, pulling her mouth to his when they reached the height and topple over into the bottomless chasm of carnal delight.
Their mouths pressed together, their tongues dancing a sensual tango to complete their union while muffling their moans induced by the throes of passion. A writhing tangle of arms and legs, only their hips moved in the subsequent waves of orgasmic enjoyment. The end left them shuddering in each others arms, drenched in sweat and tears. They lay soaked in the afterglow of carnal joy, their bodies shivering in elation.
"One of these days, we'll find a little place of our own. Away from everyone who wants to hurt us. We'll live happily ever after. I swear to you, I'll protect you and love you for the rest of my life," Kō said earnestly.
Callie knew without a doubt that he would do everything he could to keep that promise. Unfortunately, that day would not be tomorrow; and it would not be any day to come for quite a while. She held up her hand to stare at the makeshift ring made with sincerity and genuine love. Would there really be a happily ever after for them? One of these days...
