Because of Her

Previously…

When have you known that things go the way you want?

She didn't go back to her day, and I didn't go back to my Mental Health Conference and back to our lives as planned, instead, she looked up from her phone and it was when we crossed glances, that was when I understood that no matter what I do, there was no way I could avoid this encounter from happening now.

She was there and so was I, so you guys know something was about to go down.

Chapter 1 4

I was under her, my breathing was forced, uneven, I couldn't keep my eyes open no matter how hard I tried and she kept asking ... How the hell am I supposed to keep my eyes open while she does that? Just don't stop, it was all I could think of.

She was under me, her hands on my hips, she squeezed the skin that her hands found in its path, I putted my hands on her stomach, founding sweat and heat on contact, my hips didn't stop, if so they moved harder but at an even pace , I wanted it to be slowly and I knew that was killing her, I could see it in her eyes as she practically begged me to speed up, but I just didn't want to. This was the way I wanted to have her and I wasn't going to change it.

She moved with me with frenzy, her breasts against mine was the most delicious sensation, her erect nipples were just asking to be sucked by my mouth and I wanted to do it, but every time I tried, her lips, her hands, her hips, in general her entire body, didn't allow me, it was just too much ... everything was so intense that I could feel how the air was scarce and I felt as if my heart was going burst out of my chest at that moment.

I leaned over her body without stopping my hips and I took her left nipple in my mouth, I knew it was the most sensitive one and I took the most out of that little info, her fingers went through my golden hair as her moans intensified, she wanted more, I knew that, but still ... I took one of her hands and carried it up, I wanted emotional contact too, if I allow myself to admit it. Her free hand went down my naked back leaving scratches in its path, showing her desire and frustration mixed. Our centers collided with each thrust and each time it sent a pleasant sensation to our whole bodies that kept us both close to orgasm, but not enough ... It was not enough; it never was with her.

She was so deep inside me that with each thrust she made with the toy, I was like left feeling like holding, my legs were shaking, my hips were moving at will, her lips were on my neck and by the way she sucked my pulse point, I knew it would leave a mark and I didn't care, this woman was pushing so hard and fast that I only cared to go on to oblivion. I could feel her mouth, seemingly everywhere, sucking and biting all over, I felt the tingling start on the tips of my feet as my nails tore through the skin of her back.

"Open your eyes." She said. Raspy, deep voice. I remember feeling that I could get there by just listening to her commands.

"Open your eyes." I told her, my voice commanding, but in a whisper.

She took my hands over my head, kissed my lips, her tongue in my mouth in a languid kiss before biting my lower lip with ferocity. She loved having control and I loved giving it to her whenever she wanted nowadays. "I want you to look, I want you to look while I fuck you, I want you to look how it goes in and out of you so easily, look, look for yourself." She told me, her lips a few millimeters from my mouth, her eyes along mine drifted to the bottom of our bodies and I looked, I saw what she asked me to... pink colored toy going in and out of my depths with ease, glistening with my fluids, every time she pulled out taking almost the entire thing out before putting it back in abruptly, my hips bucking from the mattress, from her mattress, in her room, I bit my lip at the sight, my abdomen tensed in the effort. "You're so wet and that's because of me." A guttural moan left our chests as she thrusted back in with renewed vigor ... she was right, it was Because of Her.

I took her hands over her head and kissed her intensely, her waiting mouth wanted to devour mine and I liked that, she was right where I wanted her, I kissed and bit her lower lip and chin hard, her skin flushing rapidly, she hissed at the deliciously painful action, trying to free her hands from my grasp, but I didn't allow her. When she finally opened her eyes and surrendered her body to mine, I said, "I want you to look how our bodies mold with each other. I want you to look while I make love to you." She looked towards the middle of our bodies moaning at the sight of our cores colliding together in a single tuning, our engorged members molded against each other sending electroshocks to the rest of our bodies, her legs were wide open at my disposal and the sight only made me want to put my lips on that over stimulated heat, but I resisted myself ... there will be time for that, I thought at the time. With each thrust of our hips I could kept think, "You're so wet and willing, and that's because of me," I said whispering into her mouth before catching those swollen lips between my teeth.

"Look at me." She demanded, I looked away straight into her almost black eyes, then she smiled sideways. Her arrogant smile, when she knows she has control over me. So alluring, to me, it was. "There they are, those darker blue eyes." Her voice was choked and whispered. "You're almost there, aren't you?" I just nodded with great effort to keep my hooded eyes on her. "Good, because you will not come until I say it."

"Look at me, Calliope." Her eyes snapped open at me instantly and I smiled because of it, I liked having some control over her, who doesn't? Her panting breathing, her brown eyes on the edge beyond the darkness turned me in, then I said, remembering her own words. "You're almost there, aren't you, Calliope?" She nodded, pleading with her eyes, she wanted to come and I wanted her to do it because of me, but ... "Alright, but you'll come when I say so."

Early that day ...

"Hey, I'm surprised you're here." She approached saying and although I must admit, I could hear the surprise in her words, they were also hard to believe.

"Seriously? Are you really that surprised?" I was surprised myself as I heard the question roll out from my lips, strangely I felt angry. "I mean, this is your hotel anyway, and what are the odds of you showing up the same day I'm here?" My question was accusatory.

She laughed briefly before answering. It was her condescending laugh, I hated it. "What? Do you think I'm stalking you now?" She joked, pointing to herself.

I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrow. "I don't know, are you?"

This time her laughter deepened throwing her head back and her free hand to the stomach as if what I asked was the funniest joke. I decided to leave, I couldn't stand her mocking laugh anymore, as if seeing her again wasn't enough, now I had to endure seeing her laugh at me.

When she saw me leave, she leaned down and took my hand. The contact of her skin with mine made me stop in my tracks. "Arizona, no, I'm not stalking you." She practically whispered in my ear.

I removed my hand from her grip and a mixture of relief and longing remained in my body. I was already on the edge with all those memories and now feeling her body close to mine was not working for me very well. "So what are you doing here?" I did the best I could to control my emotions and crossed my arms again.

Her gaze was calm, serene, almost relieved as she answered, "I'm practically living here." I wanted to ask why, but it wasn't necessary. "While I deal with my divorce." And just like that, as an involuntary act of my body, my arms fell on my sides.

Since that night when I finally put aside my rules to be with her intimately, we haven't stopped looking for ways, moments and places to connect in that way, it seemed as if we couldn't keep our hands out of each other, it felt like something was released in each of us were neither of us was afraid of what the other might think, no longer afraid to touch one another, she stopped asking and I from answering the same question as before ... Can I kiss you? Can I touch you? Can I hold your hand? Can I touch your skin? Can I put my hand here or there? Everything felt different, but natural and it was not only about the sex, no, it was something else, we were in a relationship.

One of those where you go out with your partner, have fun outside and then come home with a stupid smile on your face, one of those where you can lie on the couch together all Sunday afternoon eating junk food while watching superhero movies accompanied by kisses and touches from time to time, one of those in which you feel comfortable with the other person and they as well with you, one of those where the little moments and details ... the text messages, the short and spontaneous calls, the kisses on the cheeks, kisses on the neck, the waist holding, the hand holding, the hugs, the pictures in the parks, the ongoing conversations and many other small details like that ... it feel easy, natural and ordinary, but oh so exciting.

You guys don't know what it was like, but while write this I hope that you get the idea into your heads. I wanted to see her all the time, I thought about her all the time and although I must admit that everything happened in a short time, really, I didn't care. At that moment, when she was with me, on her sofa, in mine, in the park, in a restaurant, on the shore of a lake, in Cartagena, in her bed or in mine; in that moment where she was on me pleasing me, whispering and screaming her name in pleasure, in that moment when I touched her and kissed her and made her come, making her whisper and scream my name in pleasure ... At that moment she was mine and of no one else's, she was there with me and nowhere else, I had her at my mercy and she had me at hers.

She. Was. Mine.

And I was hers.

She kept pushing, thrusting slowly and then faster and repeated this every time she felt I was getting to my orgasm, I wanted to free myself but she wouldn't let me, I wanted her to let me and I remember begging her to stop this torture oh many times. "Callieee ... Please, please, please..." I gasped, struggling to keep my orgasm at bay while keeping my eyes open at the same time. "Oh God! Callieeeee!" Her hands seemed to be everywhere just like her mouth. "You have to let me… let me come… please! Callieee ..." I said in a choked cry.

She looked up and smiled at my frustration, "You want to come? Mmmm? Tell me!" She kept asking, never stopping her ministrations.

I nodded repeatedly, "Yes, I want you to make me come… so badly, please!" I took her face in my hands, pleading with my gaze, then I felt one of her hands sneak to my core, her thumb began to rub my clit and I didn't know what else to do with my body. "Then come, Arizona, come for me, baby, just give in." My eyes closed on her words, she kissed me on the mouth, chin and neck while thrusting and touching until I finally came really, really hard against the toy buried inside of me… Because of Her.

The explosion of pleasurable sensations that burst through my body was inexplicable, I didn't hear anything else, I saw nothing, my mind was blank, I just felt, I felt her mouth pressed against my neck, her free hand pulling my hair while she came with me, the tension of her back, her hot and sweaty skin, her hair on my cheek and her panting breathing over my own skin that left goose bumps in its wake. All I felt was her ... She did this to me, pure ecstasy ...

When I regained my senses again, she was still smiling at me, but without a hint of arrogance and more of satisfaction and happiness, she gave me a deep kiss on the lips, her hand caressing my cheek. "That was so mean, torturing me like that." I said whispering on her lips, she kissed me again. "But I don't want to ever stop." I confessed to her.

Her gaze was indecipherable, but gentle. "It doesn't have to."

"Arizona?"

"Arizona?" I returned to the present time hearing the insistence in her voice. "Where did you go just right now?" She asked with a frown.

I shook my head trying to keep those memories in the back of my head, but it was impossible, her previous words sent me to the exact moment where our relationship was the best thing that ever happened to me. "Uhh nowhere." I answered doubtfully and she noticed it immediately.

"Look, do you want to sit down? There are some tends over there by the ocean view, I think we should have a conversation." When I didn't say anything, she continued. "There are so many things I want to tell you, Arizona." She insisted. "It's just a conversation, preferably one where neither of us ends up crying or screaming in front of strangers and then if you don't want to know anything about me ..." Her abrupt silence made me look her in the eyes and I saw fear, an emotion or feeling strange to be related in any capacity with such an imposing and demanding woman. "I will respect your decision." She finished.

I wanted so bad, to say no, that it was not a good idea, that if I did I was afraid I would fall under her spell all over again and I had struggled so hard to move forward with a life that didn't involve Callie Torres, but, even so, despite all that and against my better judgment I answered, "Okay." And not only that, but, "Not here, though, let's go to your room, I don't feel comfortable having such an intimate conversation with people around us." Something inside of me told me I will be regretting this decision later.

Presented time…

I don't know how this happened exactly, I really don't. One moment we were talking and the next we were fucking each other's brains out.

She was still moaning and panting my name, her voice cutting through, she wasn't used to let me take control, but today she was willing, she gave it to me, so I took full advantage of this change of scenery. "Can you… please ..." She started to say.

"Can I, please, what?" I knew what she wanted, but I wanted her to say it. "What do you want, Calliope?" I asked demanding, her hands still in my grip, I pressed on her clit again, a tumultuous groan leaving her lips before of the feeling.

"Please ... Arizonaaaa!" She pleaded again. "Please, please, please ... let me, let me ..." She was panting and with each buckling of her hips and face full of frustration, I understood why she enjoyed having the control all the time ... it was empowering, taking everything and leave her with nothing.

I liked it, for the first time, she was giving me everything. "All you have to do is give in, Calliope, surrender to me." I whispered on her swollen lips looking straight into her eyes and the most silent of the answers left her mouth, I heard her say ... I give in ... as soon as those words left her lips, I released her hands, my lips went to hers, my hands to her soft wavy black hair while hers went directly to my ass.

I could feel her nails digging into my buttocks as she pressed hard on our overly sensitive cores. I put my face on her sweaty neck and bit her hard when an orgasm shattered right inside of me and she whispered my name in my ear, I could feel the tension in her body below mine, I could feel her heartbeat in my chest and harsh breathing due to the lack of oxygen. Her body was tense, sweaty and heat coming right up her skin, just like mine was.

When we both return to what I consider an alert state after such pleasurable sensations, as when calm comes after the storm, I raised my face when she began to caress my hair on her chest, I looked at her looking for answers to questions that I hadn't even asked out loud and she looked at me back and as usual, her gaze was unreadable, she was an expert hiding way too well her emotions and feelings, but even then, I managed to see something there, something I don't know how to name, but it was there and it was overwhelming.

"This has to stop."

"I love you."

We both said in unison

I guess the storm is not over and the calm is not ready to come yet.

Have a good day

All mistakes are mine