AN: Okay, so here we have it, definitely the M-rating chapter. I hope I did well. I have to admit, it's harder to write it from one pov than have the narrator know everything, especially when it comes to sexy times. I hope you like it.
The moment we get home, there is nothing else stopping us. Callie's body crashes into mine with such force, that it presses me up against the nearest wall and all I can do is try to respond to every kiss, to every move that she makes, as best as I can. Within seconds I am out of breath, panting as she alters her attention towards my neck, nipping and biting – lightly – as she tries to savor every inch of my skin. "Calliope", I rasp out, my voice barely detectable over the heavy breathing from the both of us. I honestly don't know how either of us is still standing. It's way past midnight, closer to four in the morning, really. Yet, here we are, two feet away from the front door, making out like a couple of college students after a night out. The latter, at least, is true. We've been out all night and surprisingly, both of us behaved for the majority of the time, not wanting to give anybody a show. Even though her way of dancing with me was definitely dangerous, I composed myself enough so I didn't jump her.
But now, with the energy of the night, of the dancing and the fire it started, I want more. And I want it now. I want to feel all of it, her skin against mine, her hands touching me. Admittedly, without the booze running through my blood, I would most likely not be so carefree about it. Maybe I would put a stop to it, but right now, I just cannot care any longer. "Fuck, Calliope." The hiss that leaves my mouth when she bites a little harder is all it takes to bring me out of my thoughts and I instantly attack her lips with mine, kissing her to the point of dizziness.
When she pulls back, nearly black eyes stare at me, their gaze full of desire and wanton lust. "You're so hot", she states, her fingers running down to the hem of my dress until the tips find bare skin. Grazing it softly with her fingernails, she moves her hands completely under the fabric and up my legs, pushing the material upwards until it is just below my butt.
Ripping my lips away from her mouth, I fill my lungs with some much needed air, biting my lower lip in pure want and need. She looks ridiculously hot right now, with her lips slightly parted and her chest rising with every heavy inhale. No actual words are said between us as our eyes seem to be enough to communicate when they flicker down to swollen lips, down her stunning torso and back up again to lock with hers. "I want you."
It was all the encouragement she needed. The next thing I know, she lets go of my ass and takes my hand, leading me into her bedroom with fast steps, slamming the door close behind us. I don't even have time to look around – not that this is on my mind anyway – before she spins me around so that my back is pressed against her front once again. "Dancing with you made me crazy", she whispers. "Your body moving to the rhythm, the beat around us and all these people who could see us. I couldn't think about them. All I cared about was how good it felt to have you so close to me." Steady hands find the zipper on the right side of my dress and pull it down, slowly, tormenting me with her breath so hot against my neck as full lips return to suck on the tender flesh. "So hot."
I free myself out of her grasp and turn around to face her again. The outline of her face is highlighted by the moonlight shining through the window, her incredibly sexy nose, those fabulous long lashes. Everything about her is just so indescribably beautiful, that every word I know would not be enough to depict her. Moving my hands into her silk-like long hair, I play with it a little, unintentionally, yet consciously slowing us down. Despite the need I feel inside me, to finally be with her in the most intimate way, some invisible force is stopping me. And right this second I know that, despite very hot and definitely beyond pleasurable, I want more than just that. I want it to be meaningful, without the alcohol influencing or guiding our actions. Neither of us is drunk, maybe we were slightly tipsy when we left the club, but booze loses inhibitions and I want to really feel her and take it all in when it happens. "We should stop", I say, almost too quiet for her to hear it. "Believe me, I really like where this is going, but... I don't think that it should happen tonight." Looking at her, I see a small smile forming on her lips and relief immediately spreads through my whole body, knowing that she is not mad.
For a long moment though, the gorgeous brunette standing before me doesn't say anything. She simply holds my hands and smiles at me. It's almost too much to handle when she leans down and connects her lips with mine, softly, slowly, an utter contrast to the kisses that happened when we came through the door. "Sleep with me tonight", she whispers against my mouth and my eyes go wide. I thought she understood where I was coming from? "Not like that!", she immediately corrects herself after noticing what she just said. "I don't want that. I mean, of course I want that. Oh God, all of this is coming out wrong." It's endearing to see the usually so composed Calliope Torres lose her focus. It reminds me of the evening we met, and I can't help but find it extraordinarily adorable. "You're just right. Not tonight. I just- I want you to stay with me tonight. When I think about you lying in that big bed all alone and then picture myself alone in this huge bed, it feels so terribly wrong. The time we have together is limited and when you have to leave tomorrow, I don't want to feel like I missed out on time I could have spent with you, really been with you."
Her explanation makes my heart leap and I am astounded that it's not beating right out of my chest and into her awaiting hands. Flinging my arms around Callie's neck, I pull her down to me and connect our lips once more in a soft, languid kiss. She is everything I need to feel right now, everything I want to take in. It's more than want, it goes deeper than need. The feeling is so all-consuming and yet I have never felt as free as I do right this moment.
But when I feel a yawn crawling its way up from deep within me, I pull away and look at her. Chocolate brown orbs are heavy-lidded, tired from the day even though, technically, we didn't do that much. "I guess I better get changed then", I say before stifling my yawn. Entangling myself from her warm body, it's a tough task to be honest, I eventually make my way out of her bedroom and up the stairs.
I change into my sleeping outfit in record time, get rid of all the makeup, brush my teeth and simultaneously comb through my hair, as my mind drifts off to the heated kisses we've shared. Frankly, I have no idea how either of us can find the strength to stop us all the time, but I just know that not doing it tonight is exactly right for us. And I am so relieved she thinks the same way. It means she cares. Of course she cares, Arizona. Otherwise she wouldn't invite you to visit her all the time.
Dressed in a pair of very short silken black pants and a light blue tank top, I come back down the stairs and find her in the open kitchen, two glasses of water in front of her. "We're far from drunk, but I don't want either of us to wake up with a headache tomorrow. So, better be safe than sorry", she explains and pushes one of the glasses over the counter towards me.
Rounding the corner, I rise on my tiptoes and kiss her cheek as I sneakily place a little gift in front of her. "I got this for you. It's not much." Definitely not as much as her friend's gifts, which are quite excessive and intimidating, might I add. I can't keep up with their gifts. But, maybe, you don't have to, Arizona. "To be completely honest, I wasn't sure what to get you but I wanted to get you something because it's your birthday and-"
Callie stops the waterfall of apologizing words that I have already formed in my head with a finger against my lips. "You didn't have to get me anything, Arizona. You being here and spending the days and nights with me is enough. But, thank you. I am sure I'll like it." She starts to unwrap the gift and I nervously chew on the inside of my bottom lip. Once the paper is all gone, she stares at the frame for a few seconds before a smile takes over. "I really love it. Thank you." This time, she kisses my cheek and I blush at her words. "Drink up so we can go to bed."
I do as I am told, the cold liquid runs down my throat and without a pause, the water is gone, the glass now empty when I put it back down. "All done", I grin at her and take the hand she's holding out for me. Even though it's just a few steps, she interlaces her fingers with mine as we walk into her bedroom. Now, with the light on, I can see the huge bed – way too big for just one person – and the plush pillows, just like in the guestroom. I watch as she walks over to one of the bedside tables and places the frame on top of it, the picture of her giving me a kiss to the cheek at the airport staring back at me. Admittedly, I look completely dumbfounded in that picture – the action had taken me by surprise – but Callie smiles into the kiss and it's utter perfection.
Climbing onto the bed with an unspoken agreement that she's going to sleep on the left side of the bed and I take the right – I guess we're that in tune – we both settle down under the covers. I don't know what to do. Can I turn over and snuggle into her body? Usually I sleep on the side so I can either look at her before I fall asleep or look at the wall. Is cuddling okay? Does she want her space when she sleeps? Ugh, this dubiety! Still lost in my inner turmoil, I suddenly realize that she has inched closer.
"Is this okay?", Callie asks, her voice getting more and more raspy the longer we are awake. Wrapping an arm around my mid-section, she pulls me closer, her front molding against my back and I momentarily freeze after shifting onto my right side. "Or do you prefer no cuddling when you sleep?"
She's about to shy away when I put my hand over hers. "Stay", I plead. Feeling her body so close to me at night is what I have envisioned for so many nights – and daydreams. "I'd love to fall asleep with you cuddled up next to me." She breathes a kiss against my neck and husks a tired 'Good night, Arizona', before her breathing evens out. I try to stay relaxed. My body is beyond tired but my mind is on a high. What if I have an inappropriate dream while sleeping next to her? That would be utterly embarrassing. Oh God. Oh no. Don't have a wet dream, Arizona. She'll think you're a pervert. Don't have a wet dream Don't have a wet dream. Don't have a wet dream, I chant over and over again before I finally succumb to my fatigue.
I am woken up the next morning by something tickling my lips. And as my mind gives up fighting for more sleep and I allow myself to be pulled into consciousness, I realize that the titillation comes from another set of oh so heavenly full lips against mine. It makes me smile before I even open my eyes. This is what you've been dreaming of, Arizona. Gentle fingertips brush aside some of the stray hair and I lean into the touch, wanting it to last forever.
"Good morning", she whispers softly against my mouth before claiming it, switching from light pecks to a deeper, more meaningful kiss. It's not long before she pulls away though and asks, "Sleep well?"
Nodding, I snuggle closer to her, resting my head on her shoulder, just next to her chin, while my hand holds onto the front of her shirt. "Amazing", I answer, before my lips find a spot of exposed skin and press against it. I don't know what time it is, and frankly, I don't really care. Her skin tastes so wonderful. But the groan that leaves her throat when I lightly suck on her neck is even better. "You?", I ask, looking up at her. The sunlight that streams through the windows magically illuminates her body, dances on her face like it's meant to be this way, a picture created for me to wake up to.
"What?", she asks, flabbergasted from the sensation I am creating, making me chuckle.
Repeating the question and adding some more words to it, she finally gets it and moans her answer, telling me that she slept fantastic in combination with how I make her feel right now. The hand that has been crabbing her shirt just seconds ago is now getting more adventurous, moving lower and lower until it shimmies under the material, grazing a taut stomach. A sharp intake of breath is my reward and I cannot stop the smug grin that appears on my lips. "Last night was perfection", I say, talking about the dance, the night itself with her friends, the small party. I did have a good time. And I know she did too. But nothing compares to falling asleep with her scent surrounding me, her body wrapped around me and her skin against mine. So, in my opinion, the night got even better when we arrived at her place.
Inhaling deeply, Callie agrees, "It was. Especially our dancing." She lets me have my fun for a couple of minutes, filling the room with soft moans and growls when my kisses move further up her neck to touch the place behind her ear. I am in heaven. Her reactions to my ministrations are music to my ear. But before I have the chance to react, before I can even comprehend what is happening, she pushes me back and shifts on top of me, her right thigh landing between mine. "And this is perfection as well." Her lips crash against mine and she once again takes the lead.
Her kisses leave me breathless. With every roll of her hips my arousal climbs higher and higher, rising just like my body does in time with hers. "Calliope", I rasp out when her lips trail over my jawline and down to my neck only to pass the sensitive skin and find my left collarbone. "Oh God." The way her mouth leaves its indents on my body is driving me insane and without noticing it, my fingernails dug into her marvelous skin, leaving crescent shaped marks myself.
"This has to go. Now", she demands, hunger evident in her voice when she grabs the hem of my tank top, pulling it up and over my head in one swift motion as if she does that every night. Her eyes fall onto my chest, heaving with anticipation and I openly gauge as she licks her luscious lips. "You are absolutely beautiful, Arizona."
The statement alone turns me into mush, but then I feel her mouth enclosing an already pert nipple and my back involuntarily arches up in search for more. She plays with my breasts, tweaking, tugging, pulling, licking, nibbling. It feels like she's doing everything of that altogether and I don't know how to handle the rising need. "Yours too", I say, but don't ask me where the coherent sentence came from. I don't think I thought those words.
Sitting up, Callie grins down at me - definitely seeing the flush that has settled down on my neck and torso – when she sensually, excruciatingly slow removes her shirt. Bare breast spill free and for a moment, I forget how to breathe, completely dazzled by the sight in front of me. Two caramel skin colored breasts are just waiting for me to touch them, caress them, love them, and as if by a magnet, my hands are drawn towards the inviting flesh. Giving both breasts a soft squeeze, I feel their weight in my hands as I run my thumbs over stiffening peaks. God, this feels so good.
I don't have time to marvel in that feeling and it definitely wasn't enough to fulfill my needs – not even for the time being – but the gorgeous Latina has other plans. She takes my hands and moves both of them away from her chest only to pin them over my head with a smirk before moving back down to ravish my upper body. It doesn't take long before she reaches the waistband of my shorts, pulling at the fabric. Helping as best as I can, I lift my hips and once I am stark naked, nerves flood my entire being. This is really going to happen. Now! Taking my sudden tension as an alarm, Callie kisses her way back up until our eyes lock again, "If you don't want to, you know, that's completely fine", she assures me.
"I want to", I answer and then I confess, "I'm just nervous."
"No need to be nervous. You're beyond gorgeous", she declares and then kisses me softly. Our lips and tongues connect in a hot dance as her right hand glides down my stomach and finds my left thigh. Softly massaging the flesh, the invading hand inches closer and closer to my sex and when the first contact is made, I let out a feral groan.
My eyes flutter close as the brunette takes matters in her hands and once she finds my clit, she starts circling it with one digit. Fuck, that feels so good. There is nothing I can do to stop the moans from increasing in volume and quantity, my hips buck every few seconds into her touch. "Callie, I-" I don't know what she's doing to me or how she does it. I don't recall reacting so fast to another person's ministrations, ever. Maybe I never actually did.
Never stopping the rapid flicking of her fingers, Callie leaves open mouth kisses on her way down my chest and ribcage, causing my skin to tingle everywhere she goes. Then, suddenly, her finger and the heavenly touch is gone and I am about to complain when I feel something else press against the nub. Her tongue. "Fuck!" The reaction is immediate and I can already feel my orgasm rushing towards me with lightning speed. No no no. It cannot be over this quickly.
But it is. Everything inside me shakes with tremors as the climax hits me full force, a long drawn out moan leaves my mouth loud enough to be heard through the closed windows. I open my eyes with the last bit of strength I have left and brown eyes meet my gaze as she crawls back up again.
"You taste sensationally amazing", she husks out, wetting her lips before she lets me taste my own juices on her tongue when she reclaims my mouth in a hungry kiss.
My breathing is still ragged, my heart beating loudly in my chest when I feel her fingers dip between my legs. "Ugh", I groan but it doesn't stop her. I'm not even sure I would want her to stop. All of this feels way too good to stop, to be honest. "OH GOD!", I exclaim loudly when two digits enter me without warning. Not roughly, but it takes me by surprise. Definitely a good surprise.
"Mhmm. You feel amazing, too", Callie states and thrusts slowly in an out with her fingers, grazing that soft, sensitive spot inside me almost every time she is about to pull out before filling me again.
Rocking my hips with her hand, I am already close to the edge, again, almost on the verge of flying into another orgasm just within a minute after the first blissful climax. I have no control over my body. My head is spinning, my senses are on a total overload and all my nerve endings seem to concentrate on the brunette's hand. "Fuck, fuck, Callie", I pant between the moans that topple out of my mouth.
"Come again, Arizona. Again, for me", she pleads . Her tongue circles first one nipple and then the other, and as if she's pulling the strings controlling her puppet, I come, convulsing with her fingers deep inside me as I scream her name. Loud and clear before her mouth covers mine, muffling the scream with a gentle kiss.
When I open my eyes again she stares at me, lovingly. The fire and lust in her eyes has been replaced with amazement and I muster a shy smile. I did not know that I am a screamer. Or at least, I wasn't before. "Wow", I whisper, my body still feeling the aftermath of those two very strong peaks. "That was... mind-blowing. But I don't think I can move." Or breathe correctly, for that matter.
"Take your time", she smiles. Just like me, she is slightly out of breath and her skin shows a light sheen of sweat from the exertion. God, I love the way she glows right now. "We've still got a couple of hours before you have to be at the airport. We can make good use of the time we have." Her words are accompanied with her fingers ghosting over my naked skin. She's going to be the death of me.
Have a good week. And don't worry, Arizona will be allowed to show Callie what she can do in the next chapter ;)
I read you next week.