AN: M rated chapter.
PJ
When Cal came in, he had an innocuous, shiny, black, plastic, bag in his hand. And instead of announcing his arrival home, like he would normally do, he kind of snuck in and put his keys on the breakfast bar quietly. The boys were at the dining room table doing their homework. Owen had his back to the room so he didn't see his father and Lewis, who was sitting at the head, hadn't heard him. "Did you go shopping?" Gillian asked him softly, audible only to him.
Cal wiggled his eyebrows at her in answer and gave a grin. He headed upstairs straight away and Gillian felt a pang of nerves. What if he'd got something... really... ok she couldn't think of a specific example because she'd be the first to put her hand up and say she didn't know much about sex toys beyond vibrators. And maybe a part of her was also a little worried that after twenty years of sleeping with the same guy, that guy had finally had enough of her. It could happen. Lesser relationships had failed over such things.
Their sex life had slowed down in the last few years, not just because of a sense of boredom (god she hoped Cal wasn't really bored with her) but because of age. Yeah admittedly, age was starting to become a factor. Next year Gillian would turn sixty. It wasn't that she didn't like the idea of sex with her husband; it was more that the starting point was so much further away from the finish line. And she knew it was the same for Cal too. He was nearing his mid-sixties. He was slowing down. She knew that without ever having to discuss it. Kissing often went not further than kissing. At least there was still kissing.
Gillian was already in bed waiting for Cal when he finally came back from checking to see if the boys had put their light out like they had been instructed. "No they still had the light on," Cal told her.
"I thought I heard yelling," Gillian responded, hearing the lock of their bedroom door turn. Cal had put the lock in. It was completely warranted.
"I didn't yell," Cal countered as he turned towards the bed again. "Just raised my voice a little. It's late."
"It's nine," Gillian pointed out.
"And Owen's ten. He needs to sleep. So does Lewis though he denies it," Cal got into bed but sat, with the blanket over his waist. Gillian lay against her pillow and looked up at him. He was watching her. "So." He started and stopped, probably waiting for her to say something. "Are you? Do you want to?"
"Why don't you show me what you got?" Gillian suggested, still feeling pensive, but wanting to be a little more adventurous, for the sake of her marriage, for the sake of Cal, for her own sake. Mostly because it was Cal.
"Look we don't have to," Cal offered her a way out. And for a second she considered taking it. There was no pressure. She knew if she said 'no' right now, he would back off and never mention it again and it would not be a big deal; he would not hold it against her. Which is why she said 'yes'. She trusted him.
"Show me what you got," Gillian encouraged.
Cal turned to his bedside stand and opened the drawer.
"You stashed your shopping next to your bed?" Gillian asked him incredulously.
"Yeah," Cal turned back to her, bag in hand, all folded up around whatever was inside, which was small. His face was neutral and devoid of understanding her point.
"I'm not sure whether to tease you for keeping that handy or tell you off for leaving it lying around where one of our kids could potentially find it."
Cal shifted so he was facing towards her, legs now crossed where he sat. His face still said 'so what?' "Where'd you want me to keep it?"
"In the bathroom, in your underwear drawer... under the bed?"
Cal gave a 'hm' which in this instance was code for 'oh I didn't think of that and you have a fair point'. "Well when we're done I'll make sure to hide the items properly." He stopped just short of a smirk and Gillian was glad, because she might have told him to shove it like she often wanted to do when he gave her that smug expression. He let the bag unroll and opened it to peer in.
'I don't think there's anything in that black bag for me'suddenly went through Gillian's mind. She wondered if this was one of Cal's 'things', something on his list that he always wanted to do but had never had the heart to bring up until now. They had talked about her sexual history before, about some of her experiences; she wasn't a stranger to props, but like she'd said, vibrators were about the extent of it. And now she wondered, what was Cal thinking? What did this mean to him? She reached out suddenly to put her hand over his, pushing down on the bag so it crumpled up in a heap beneath the both of them. Cal gave her a surprised expression, holding it to indicate she could explain.
"What are you thinking about?" Gillian asked him softly.
"I'm thinkin' about what I got for you."
"For me?"
"Yes for you."
Gillian was silent for a moment, thinking, piecing together... "You bought things for me?" Her eyes drifted to the bag and up to her husband's face and he nodded. As in, not things for him.
"You know how I like to play," he told her gently.
Gillian gave a slight smile despite herself. Yes she did know.
"I got a few things I thought you'd maybe like, that maybe I could also have fun with if you'd like." He suddenly seemed unsure and Gillian relaxed a little. She liked it when he showed he was just as vulnerable as she was. It made them equals. It was him stepping back with his hand outstretched to haul her up there with him, when it seemed she had fallen a pace behind. Cal pulled his hand away from hers slowly and when she didn't object again he opened the bag. He fished around and had to look to check and finally produced a small box. He held it up the right way so Gillian could read it.
The box was black and pink and it was... "Lubricant?" Gillian asked, feeling a little offended, maybe, even, a little disappointed.
"What?" Cal asked surprised. "No." He turned the box to read it himself. "It's to enhance your pleasure. It's not lubricant. What would you need lubricant for?" And he gave her such a dirty look Gillian didn't know whether to melt into a puddle or burst out laughing. She barely managed to do neither.
Ok so it was a product for women to enhance the physical feeling of pleasure. That, she had heard of before. And if it was for her, well she could figure out what Cal wanted her to do.
"But it's no fun playing alone," Gillian told him softly.
Cal shifted so he was lying down, close to her, the rest of the bag discarded between them, the box still in his hand. "I want to do it." His blue eyes were so sincere. Gillian suddenly felt like she was naked and like this was the first time they had even slept together. He had such a way of making her feel as if she were the only person in the world, but that also made her nervous. It shouldn't, but it did, because she wanted to live up to everything he expected from her. Sometimes it seemed he knew her better than she knew herself.
"Is there one for you?"
"No," Cal shook his head gently and she was starting to get it. He had bought her presents. Just for her.
"But what about you?"
Cal gave her a slight smile, and she knew he had already reached a conclusion and was waiting for her to catch up. The little smile meant she was on track. And it was strangely a little turn on; Gillian felt a tingle. "But," she tried prompting him again.
"It's for you," Cal told her softly. "I don't need to get my rocks off anymore Gill. I'm... gettin' old." He admitted it reluctantly. "But I still get my jollies by seein' you gettin' off." He gave her a grin and her stomach quivered. That was actually strangely romantic.
"You're not old," Gillian reached out her hand to smooth it against his cheek. Which was a lie. He was getting older. His beard was completely white. The last of the colour in his hair was fading away. The wrinkles were deeper set. His stamina started to dwindle at the edges. And she didn't mean when they were in bed.
"So, can we?" He gave the little black box a jiggle and the tube inside rattled and Gillian's stomach quivered again. She nodded, breaking into a smile. Even if the gel was a complete bust, she had the feeling Cal was going to worship her until she begged him to stop; and that was certainly something to look forward to.
Cal tore the top of the box off and slid the tube into his palm. Of course, whenever they actually sat down to have sex like this it was a bit awkward. It was different from being horny and initiating; spontaneity was always their best form. That was also why this felt a bit like their first time. There had been a barrier that Gillian had forced herself past. They hadn't been all over each other, half undressed and she just kept going. She had had to... kick it off and she feared she wouldn't be as into it as she thought she might be. Same for now. Not because there was a mysterious black plastic bag or a bottle of gel... Maybe it was that. Maybe it was because she was pushing herself to do something she hadn't done in so long. Maybe it was because it was something she and Cal hadn't done before.
"You're nervous," Cal observed and sometimes she hated him for being able to read her too well. There was nowhere to hide.
"I am not," Gillian retorted and shifted up on her elbows, shoving him back. Surprised, he fell under the unexpected assault on his shoulder, the undermining of his balance. "Give it," she reached for the tube.
"I want to do it," Cal countered, attempting to move his hand out of her reach.
Gillian grabbed his wrist and his eyes went a little wider for a second; he did like it when she fought back. "I'll do it," Gillian told him and pulled the tube from his hand. He let it go and she moved to straddle over his stomach, not resting her entire weight on him, but enough to keep him still. His hands went to her calves, sliding into the back of her knees and her skin responded to him, just like it always did. Who was she kidding? Seriously? Even if the gel was a complete bust, she was still going to respond to him in every little way because she loved him too much; she just needed to get her head in the game and shut up those little nagging voices of doubt that tried to undermine her when her defences were down.
Gillian opened the tube and a sweet floral smell entered the room. Cal watched her intently as she pushed out a generous amount and tossed the tube back to him. With one hand she pulled back her underwear and with the index finger of her right hand, applied the gel, knowing exactly where it was meant to go without having to read the box. Where else was a female sex product going to go? Cal gave a little squirm beneath her. "Oh god that is seriously so sexy, you have no idea."
Gillian did know. What it did to him so she let her eyelids flutter closed just to tease him a little bit more. Cal's hands shifted rapidly to grip the front of her knees. "And the undawear," he muttered; black lacy, she was expecting him after all. "Sexy Gillian."
"The door's locked right?" Gillian asked, her eyes still closed.
"Yes."
Gillian opened her eyes again and withdrew her hands and Cal actually looked a little disappointed. She gave him a slight smile as she leaned forward and his eyes focussed on her face intently until he couldn't anymore without going completely cross-eyed. She pressed her lips against his. He opened his mouth immediately, inviting her into the warmth. His hands shifted from her knees to the back of her thighs and smoothed up. He broke away suddenly, "Oh god and it's a thong."
Gillian gave him a grin and descended on his mouth again. Why did she doubt herself? She could play this game just as well as he could. If he was going to buy her presents that was just fine, but that didn't mean she had to be the only one getting her jollies out of them. She was determined to take him with her tonight. Gillian kissed him deeply and broke away again, trailing smaller kisses to the side of his mouth, down to his jaw. "Cold though," she murmured against his skin.
"I'll warm you up," Cal smoothed his hands down her legs again and back up, then again rapidly. It sent a spasm to Gillian's stomach and she rocked forward on her knees a little. She pressed another kiss against his mouth and she just knew the expression he was giving her, if she dared to look, was 'oh yeah, did that do it for you?' Gillian kissed him a little more hungrily and he broke away to ask her if anything was happening yet. Gillian wondered what the hell he was on about because, yeah he was feeling her up and kissing her, of course something was happening... and then she remembered.
"No," she murmured, kissing him again.
Cal's fingers shifted to trace patterns against her exposed flesh and that made her shiver. "Still cold?" Cal asked innocently and Gillian moved far enough away from his face to give him an eye roll, which made him smirk, which made her smile slightly, then he chuckled, and her smile went wider and she opened her mouth to tell him to shut up when she did feel something. Something that was independent of what he was doing.
"Oh," she said instead of her request for him to refrain from speaking. "I can feel something."
"What?" Cal asked, his face intently interested. "Tell me."
"Tingling," Gillian responded. "And warm." And wow it was really starting to get intense. She dropped her hips down against him, absently seeking out some friction to ease her tension. Cal shifted his weight beneath her and turned her over onto her back. Gillian's hand was already easing between them, the desire to rub overwhelming.
"Geeze," Cal muttered, shifting awkwardly on the bed to push himself up again. "Wait."
"Can't," Gillian breathed. She was seriously coming undone quickly and the pressure of her finger felt incredible. Cal's hand tried to pull hers away but she just protested and resisted. He pulled her underwear away from her hips instead, all the way down the length of her legs and tossed them aside. Gillian clamped her legs shut tightly, needing the pressure.
"Oi," Cal said, sounding annoyed now. "You're stealin' my fun."
"Mine," Gillian shot back. She opened her eyes, not realising they were closed and looked down to see her husband looking up at her, his eyes dark, positioning between her legs, forcing them apart with his hands. She caved and opened her legs and the burn in her pelvis flared. Cal grabbed her wrist and shoved her hand away. "Cal!" She complained loudly.
"Shh," he warned her.
"Ok but stop talking and hurry up!" She cried pushing her hips up off the bed as he lowered his head. His mouth met her hard and he pressed his teeth against her. Gillian gave a little cry of relief and lowered her pelvis back to the bed. Cal shifted to reposition and the agony of needing release burned white hot until he was back. He started a different kind of ache, the low, coiling smokiness deep inside her. Gillian gave a hum of pleasure, feeling her body squirming like it had a mind of its own. Her hand slid into Cal's hair, pulling lightly until he pried her fingers loose and pushed his between hers. She gripped him tightly, wanting to cry out and he built her so high so quickly, but she had learnt to be quiet again; since hearing Owen was apparently able to actually... hear things...
And then she reached the point where she couldn't stand it any longer and she started begging. She could feel Cal's tongue swirling firmly against her and his fingers pushing in, curling up to tease, but it wasn't enough. Her breath huffed in her lungs and she pushed against him, rolling her hips back and forth in grinding agony. "Please," Gillian groaned again, her skin prickling with sweat, her breasts tingling with needing to be touched. "Please," Gillian whispered frantically. "Oh god please." She pushed her hips up desperately, reaching, reaching, worshipping his mouth. She felt Cal trying harder and harder still and finally, finally she tipped over. She fell hard into one of the most impressive orgasms of her life. She felt the pleasure ripple over her so many times so couldn't tell where the edge of her own body was anymore. She wasn't even sure she was breathing. But when she started to become aware of the bed sheets around her, she did note she wasn't unconscious, though her body was completely limp and unresponsive. More crept in and she could feel the warmth of her husband still resting against her legs, then she could feel him inside her and his lips gentle against the inside of her thighs.
Gillian felt deliciously dirty and salaciously sticky all over and lifted an arm to reach for her husband. He looked up at her, now that she was moving and sat back, slipping from her body like a whisper. He gave her a grin and brought his hand up to suck on his fingers and oh god it just made her want him more. "Did you get what you wanted?" Gillian asked him, sitting and shoving at his shoulders so he fell back against the bunched blanket.
Cal grinned as she crawled up his body, shifting his legs out from beneath himself awkwardly. "I think the question is, did you?" But Gillian had already reached his mouth, cutting off the end of his query. She kissed him fiercely, sweeping her tongue deeply, riding a hand down his body, nails scratching through the shirt he was wearing until she reached underwear. He was semi-hard but warm against her palm as she slid down the length of him firmly. He gave a wobbly groan against her teeth and his hand found her hips. "Gill," he tried, breaking away for a second.
"I want you," Gillian told him darkly and she was damned if she was going to be the only one getting off tonight. Not after that impressive performance. She shifted back, shoving his shirt high with both hands, noting the way his breath caught, making his stomach cave in sharply. She dropped her mouth to his left nipple, sucking and swirling her tongue against the sensitive skin. Cal gave another strangled groan, a leg coming up against her hip. She felt him twitch beneath her belly and took that as a good sign. She switched to the other side, biting this time, catching him off guard, making his hips press up into her, his hands gripping her harder and when his nipple was taught and his breath a little irregular, Gillian bit her way down his torso, leaving large teeth impressions that would fade quickly.
She reached his underwear and tugged it down, first with her teeth, looking up at her husband, whose eyes were dark, his face tense, and then when her teeth were ineffective she brought her hands beneath her to pull his boxers down. She fed fingers beneath his hips and over his butt to make the disrobing even and he lifted his pelvis slightly to help her. Gillian sat back to pull his underwear off over his feet, giving the bottom of his foot a tickle as her hands brushed against him. When he was naked from the waist down, she checked him out blatantly and he muttered a 'geeze' under his breath.
Gillian leaned down again, squeezing her own legs together to ease the building tension of her own, and pressed her mouth against the inside of his left thigh. She quickly grazed her teeth up, nipping as she went until she reached the top. Then she shifted her mouth to the side to trace her tongue up the length of him. Cal shivered and he quivered, growing a little bit harder. She could feel his hand in her hair, combing roughly until it lodged against her skull; the pressure of his fingertips was firm.
Gillian worked him over good and thorough until he started to be unable to control himself, until he was thick and hard and tremoring. Then Gillian shifted up and Cal gave a groan at the lack of contact. Gillian pressed a kiss against his jaw as she positioned herself over him, using one hand to guide. Cal turned his head to kiss her, bringing a hand to the back of her head to guide her himself. He kissed her hard but his kisses turned to curses as she slid slowly down on to him. Gillian grabbed a fist full of his t-shirt in each hand, at his shoulders, to steady herself. Cal pushed down on her shoulders with two large palms and she went a little bit further. Cal let her go and threw his head back against the mattress. Gillian watched his throat convulsing as he worked on getting a grip on himself. She waited for him, for once, and when he lowered his chin to look up at her again Gillian leaned forward onto her knees, pulling her hips up so he slid away from her again.
She dropped her head sharply to his shoulder and froze, afraid she was going to lose it this time. "Oh god Cal."
"I know," he groaned softly. They both had to calm it down a few notches, so Gillian waited and when she felt she had a grip on her body she stroked Cal a few times to see how he would react and he gave a little hum. His hand was gentle on her waist this time so she eased back up on her hands, and attempted shallow pushes of her hips. Cal looked up at her, his expression determined, so she went deeper and longer. His eyes fluttered half closed for a moment, then were back on her.
Cal reached for the edge of her shirt and shoved it up with his fingers to take a handful of each of her breasts. Gillian gave a pleased moan as she moved. Cal pushed himself up next, to take a nipple in his mouth, teasing her in much the same way she had done for him. Then he pulled away and moved his legs behind her, shifting her weight so she was sat back on his thighs. He pulled her shirt up, over her head, throwing it down against the bed, taking her breasts again to massage. Except, that made it harder for Gillian to move, sitting like that, and she wasn't as young as she used to be either. She leaned back, wrapping her arms around Cal's neck to take him with her as she lay back. They had to shift and move again to find the right position, but then Cal was leaning over her and she clawed his shirt up his back to bunch around his neck and then over his head and he had to move his hands one by one so remove the last of his clothing.
Cal pushed his hips against Gillian and another pleased moan escaped her throat. She moved her legs up to give him deeper friction but it also made her shiver. Cal moved slowly and purposefully, sliding deep, then pulling back in an agonising rhythm. Gillian could still feel the tingly warmth of the gel but it was nothing compared to the feeling of her husband deep within her, merging his body with hers. She had another fleeting thought to the ridiculousness of her insecurities and lifted her hips to meet his on the next stroke. He gave a surprised 'oh' but kept going, starting to build faster now. Gillian moved her hand to his chest, stroking over his nipple with her palm; her other hand was in his hair, was rubbing against his ear, was brushing against his jaw.
She encouraged him a little faster, knowing he had limits, but just needing a bit more and he complied, though he still opted for depth and deliberateness over raw speed. Cal's stamina lasted a lot longer that way. The second was less powerful than the first but there was something more about falling with her husband; something special. How soppy. Gillian gripped Cal tight against her as she felt the last of his tremors fade away. He pressed a kiss against the side of her throat. "Wow," he murmured.
"Yes," Gillian agreed on a whisper, feeling her skin start to cool uncomfortably. She shifted to snuggle beneath his body and he moved away, reaching for the blanket to cover them both, and then he was back for her to burrow against.
"I did good then?"
"Very good," Gillian agreed in a low voice. Cal gave a 'hmph' of acknowledgement and then she felt him relax suddenly against her, like he had just given up. She held him tighter for a moment, knowing he was drifting away to sleep. She pressed a kiss against his still damp hairline, feeling a surge of love and tenderness pouring out of her chest and towards him. Gillian closed her eyes. Wow indeed. What was meant to be a little bit of dirty fun had turned into something far more profound. Just the way she liked it.