AN: I know, I know, I suck. Another 2 years to update? What was I thinking, but a lot had been going on, believe me. Wouldn't want to get into much detail of my dramatic life, I think I owe this to you guys. Lemme know what you think.
Arizona's POV
It was a spur of the moment kind of thing. One minute I was in her arms, looking out from this magnificent view of the city atop a hill in probably the most romantic date I have ever been in before we were rudely interrupted, then the next minute I find myself wandering the lobby alone. I am not pissed, but I cannot say that I am not disappointed. We were having one perfect evening, then a ruthless businessman just went in and had to have his way, and I guess this is just what Callie has to deal with regularly in her world, but I completely understand.
It was kind of cute how she fumbled and struggled to find a way to introduce me, and I just had to save her. She really is my mentor after all, at least we did not have to lie about that.
But I guess what really amused me in the entirety of that interaction with Mr. Everett was noticing how Callie clenched her fists so tightly when that man slobbered all over my hand and was almost molesting me with his eyes. That man was lucky that he is Callie's and Richard's business partner because if it weren't, then Callie had probably ended up decking him right then and there. So just to decrease the tension and awkwardness, I decided to excuse myself and let them talk business.
To be honest, jealous Callie is extremely hot, and with all that has happened especially during our last date, being ridiculously turned on with Callie and another person in the same place is not a good idea. And as I was walking through the restaurant, trying to think of a way to kind of salvage this perfect night, I remembered what Anton told me before dinner- "Whatever it is you need, I will make it possible", so I made a beeline for the concierge to look for Anton.
So here I am with Callie, her hand tightly in mine, as we wait for the elevator to reach the presidential suite. Callie had been awfully quiet and jittery after I told her that I had gotten us a room. I need not say anything more, I think we both know what this means, and with no objection coming from Callie and with her coming along willingly, I think we're both ready.
Callie is still as stiff as a board, and her grip on my hand has not relaxed at all, so I let go of her hand and put the arm closer to her around her waist and I caress her shoulder and arm closer to me with my other hand.
"Are you okay baby? We don't have to go if you're not ready," I say gently, looking deeply in her eyes once she turned her attention to me.
"I'm just a little nervous," Callie says with a chuckle. "I have to say I am a little bit surprised, but being completely honest, I was also hoping that tonight could be our night. I just can't help but feel a little nervous, feels like I'm doing this for the first time," she says with a laugh that sounds a little bit more relaxed.
Feeling a little bolder now, I whisper to her ear seductively "Well, you will be touched and pleasured in ways you have never experienced before." I can definitely feel the goosebumps that erupted in Callie's reddening skin underneath my fingertips from my hold on her. Just as Callie was about to say something, the elevator dinged, and the presidential suite was unraveled before us.
I pull her in the room, not wanting to waste anymore time. The moment the private elevator to the suite closed, I push her against the adjacent wall and I latch my hungry lips on hers. She releases a moan of approval the moment our lips clashed, and the sounds she's making just rile me further, making my tongue snake its way into her awaiting mouth. She lets me take control of the kiss, my tongue leading a languid dance with hers. I expertly reach on the side of her dress where I know where the zipper would be because I had spent the entire night imagining how I would be taking this dress off of her. I keep my mouth on hers, sucking on her willing tongue, as I pull her dress down off her voluptuous body.
I move my kisses from her mouth down to her neck, sucking, and biting. I know that will leave a mark, but I don't care, and she doesn't seem to mind. I unlatch from her neck for a few seconds and take a few steps back just to stare at her, and my god, what a sight. Her hands clawing on the wall behind her, her chest heaving, her perfect curls from the evening, now a little bit awry from how I grabbed them gently to expose more of her neck as I assaulted it. Her dress pooled down below her feet, and she's only clad in an all white lace lingerie ensemble of a strapless bra and barely there thongs with her black Louboutins still adorning her feet.
I know that my jaw might be hanging, and that I might be drooling profusely as of the moment, and I might just be frozen on the spot for a little while not being able to stop myself from ogling her. This little pause gave Callie the opportunity to take control.
She struts slowly towards me, stepping out of the dress that has dropped on the floor much like a lioness stalking its prey. She grabs me by my waist and holds me firmly there while she enters my mouth with her slithering tongue. Her movements are slow and calculated, yet passionate and powerful. She pushes me softly against the opposite wall, pressing her entire body firmly against my own, grabbing my left leg with her left hand so she can situate herself between my legs making sure to put some thrust in her hips against my center. Her right hand snakes its way up my dress, setting the skin it touches ablaze- across my stomach, to my chest, and onto my bosom. She massages my right breast over my bra, making my nipples strain against the fabric. Her kisses have diverted from my mouth down to my neck. Her lips caressing, her tongue darting, swiping, playing. She has found a specific spot just behind my pulse point that makes my knees buckle every time her tongue takes a slow and strong swipe at it. Every time I moan at her ministrations, she replies with a sultry giggle that makes my core clench in anticipation.
The way she's touching and kissing me right now is unlike anything I have experienced with anyone before. Her every move is passionate, deliberate, purposeful. She's kissing and sucking my neck, and caressing my abdomen with her expert fingers at the same time, all the while scratching the thigh wrapped around her with her other hand. Not to mention the deadly rhythmic gyration from her hips against my dripping center. Is this really how it is being with a more mature lover? Precise, on-point, calculated, passionate, perfect? Less sloppy, no fumbling, no nonsense, or is it just being with Callie Torres?
I don't know how she did it without me noticing, but suddenly I had my back to her and my front is being pressed gently against the wall. Her lips are stroking the back side of my neck, her left hand caressing and squeezing my ass from under the skirt of my dress while her right hand is pulling the zipper of my dress down agonizingly slow. With every inch of skin slowly exposed, her mouth is following suit. Sensual kisses and swipes of her tongue trace along my spine as she slowly unwraps me like a delicate present.
My dress drops to the floor, along with my bra that Callie has also miraculously taken off without me noticing. Callie is almost kneeling, her face at the level of my buttocks, and she has directed her languid kisses to the back side of my thighs, licking slowly towards the space between my legs.
"Oh my god Callie, what are you doing to me?," I manage to breathe out as I feel my knees starting to buckle.
She doesn't stop her kisses all the while unclasping the buckles of my heels. She slowly pulls my panties down and gently bends my knees one by one, helping me step out of my heels and out of panties at the same time, and once both my feet are firmly planted on the ground, I feel a brief moment when Callie puts some distance between us. I take this little pause as a moment to get myself together, because if I don't stop and take a breath, I feel like I am about to melt into a puddle of goo and we haven't even seen each other fully naked yet.
"Arizona," Callie breathes out, and I turn around at her beckon.
In front of me, in all her glory, stands Calliope Torres. The woman of my dreams, someone whom I had just been googling and admiring from afar, is now standing in front of me wearing nothing, and about to make love to me. Her eyes, obsidian, looking me from head to toe with so much primal hunger that I kind of feel intimidated. For the first time since really knowing Callie, this is the only time that I feel intimidated by her presence. Gone was the nervous mess in the elevator earlier, gone was the bubbly, silly, and nerdy Callie. This Callie is fiery, exuding sex and confidence, so sure of herself, so ready to get what she wants, and knows exactly what she is doing and about to do. She is intimidating me in all the right ways, and instead of nervousness in her presence, my body is responding with a whole lot of heat and wetness pooling in my core.
Callie takes one step to me and her face is a mere millimeter away from mine.
"Are you sure about this?," she asks.
"More than anything," I reply affirmatively.
Then she devours my mouth with her own. She wraps both of my legs around her waist and hoists me from the floor with her strong arms. She walks us over to the bed and gently lays me down in the middle, never ceasing the stroking of her tongue against my own. She moans at finally having her naked body on top of mine, and I spread my legs wider urging her to press her hips more against my aching core.
She moves her kisses downwards, down my chin, down my throat, and towards the middle of my breasts. Both of her hands have found themselves caressing both of my breasts, squeezing both mounds, fingers flicking my painfully engorged buds. I tangle my fingers with her thick raven locks and I gently urge her mouth towards my left nipple. She happily obliges and sucks my painfully wanting nipple with fervor.
My hold on her hair tightens, and I can't help but let a guttural moan escape from my mouth. She switches to the other side and gives as much attention to the other wanting nipple while her right hand is slowly teasing its way down my abdomen, crawling slowly towards where I need it the most.
"Please, Callie," I beg. I feel that if she doesn't touch me soon, I am just going to implode.
"Please what?," she teases.
"Touch me," I moan.
Callie crawls back up so our faces are of the same level, and she kisses me deeply. Then I feel her hand cup my wanting core, and that brings my hands flying towards her back, scratching, holding on for dear life.
Her finger expertly glides through my slit, from my opening up to my clit, again and again.
"You're so wet," she whispers seductively into my ear then starts nibbling it. I cannot describe the way she touches me, the way her fingers move and glide and bend and stroke me with this slow and steady rhythm. It's ethereal, out of this world. Maybe it's her surgeon hands, but whatever it is she's doing, it is making me scream and I don't even care who hears us.
She stops, and I feel like I am dying each second she is not touching me. She rises from lying on top of me and she sits on her knees. She spreads my legs further apart, and she puts her left leg over my right leg, and she holds up my left leg with her arm. She spreads the lips of her dripping pussy, and she spreads my awaiting core, then she lowers herself onto me.
"Cal-," was all I could muster out before I felt her wet pussy against my own. Her juices mixing in with mine, and we both let out breathy moans upon the initial contact.
"Oh fuck," Callie rasps out as she starts thrusting down and rubbing our pussies together creating the most deliciious friction.
"That's so good baby," I manage to croak out. I start undulating my hips with her rhythm, meeting her thrusts to create more friction.
The feeling of her warm and wet pussy rubbing against mine has got to be the most sensual and satisfying feeling that I have experienced as of yet, and I can already feel my orgasm fast approaching.
I watch her, fucking me, and fucking herself on me. Her left hand holding herself steady, her other hand holding my right leg up, her eyes closed tightly, her lips slightly parted with soft moans escaping with each breath, her head slightly leaned back from ecstasy, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her chest heaving, her abdomen rippling from her own bubbling orgasm.
"Cal, I'm about to…," I manage to breathe out in between moans and ragged breaths. And with that admission, Callie thrusted harder and faster against me.
"Together," she breathes out.
I raise my hips, giving what's left of me to meet her thrusts.
"I'm coming," I scream out.
And with that, I convulse wildly underneath Callie, and within seconds she follows suit. I can literally feel her pussy clenching on top of mine, and more juices from both our pussies gush out, dripping into each other and onto the bed.
I drop the leg that Callie had been holding up still reeling from the intensity of my orgasm, and Callie plops down on top of me.
"I love you," she breathes out against my lips.
"I love you too, that was amazing," I reply, and I pull her down to me, kissing her with all the love I got. We just kiss for a while, reveling in the afterglow of our first orgasm together. And that slow kiss turned passionate once again, then turned hungry, and somewhere in that kiss Callie has managed to spread my legs apart underneath her, and enters me gently with 2 fingers.
"Oh my god," I react to the surpring yet very welcome intrusion.
"Baby, you feel so good," Calie breathes out to my ear, while she starts a steady and slow rhythm going in and out of me.
"Shit baby, I love having you inside of me. I have dreamed of this moment for so long," I say.
After a few pumps in and out, Callie already discovered where my G-Spot is, and she strokes it and hits it every time she thrusts inside. She does this flick of the wrist every time she goes in and a different flick everytime she goes out that hits and massages my G-spot perfectly with each in and out movement. It's like a sensual dance for her, nothing clumsy, forceful, nor overtly hard. Just perfect strokes, and I have not experienced anything like it. It's driving me mad with need.
"That's so good baby, Oh my God," I moan out.
Her hips thrust with each motion going inside of me, and her body undulates and pulls back also when she withdraws from my pussy. She enters me again, and goes out almost completely. I can't help but claw on Callie's back as she's doing her magic to me, as she's fucking me so slowly and deliciously like I have never been fucked before. I can't help but stare at her movements on top of me, it's as if she's dancing against me. Her perfect olive skin glistens with a thin sheen of sweat. Her lips never detaching from my neck, kissing and sucking, nibbling and biting, marking me as she's making me hers.
"You are so beautiful," she whispers in my ear.
"Oh God, I love you, I love you so much," I cry out, feeling the building warmth in my stomach. It's like she's touching all of my insides with every thrust. I can almost feel my legs and butt cramping because every muscle of my body down to my toes are tensing up.
Maybe this is what being made love to feels like, and I feel like I am about to explode from my chest down to my dripping core.
I feel my pussy start to clench, and I know I am close.
"Baby, I'm about to…" I say, trying to keep it in for a few moments because as much as I want to release, I don't want this to end either.
Callie then kisses me deeply, invading my mouth with her tongue, and she starts to stroke my G spot harder, her fingers going in deeper, her strokes more purposeful, and with one final thrust…
I explode.
AN: I had to reread my story just so I can remember the details, and reading it completely again now I have noticed some minor inconsistencies in the story since my updates were so far in between. I hope I get the time to remedy this. Also, lots of typographical errors, so I'm sorry about that. I don't usually copyread.
AN 2: I might have another story brewing, but thinking of how I want to share it or publish it. Since I am definitely much older now compared to when I started my first 2 stories, my writing style and general outlook have changed (one of the reasons I'm having some difficulties continuing my stories), so thinking of publishing through a different medium/website, a different pen name, or just publishing it in this user. What do you guys think?