Warning: There is some sexual content in this chapter. It's not really super smutty as that's not really my style, but I know some people don't like reading anything of this sort. If that is the case, feel free to skip! :)
Anyway, Happy early Thanksgiving! :) I hope you enjoy.
They reached the bedroom. Cal gently set her down, Rose still in slight shock, and then locked the door. Then he turned the light on.
Lone tree branches knocked against the window, as well as snow.
His bedroom was spacious and decorated in good taste, as she had anticipated. It was masculine yet strangely elegant…a spacious fireplace dominated the right wall, and there were also plenty of oak wooden dressers. A large red rug covered the wooden floor, and, last, beside the closet, his bed was larger than even she had thought. Her stomach fluttered, just a little bit, at the sight, in nervousness as well as anticipation.
They…they were actually going to do this. She…She was actually going to do this. With him. All at once, everything…the surroundings… the fierce weather outside…the joy that they had shared earlier…faded away. She could concentrate on nothing else.
Taking a silent deep breath and then exhaling deeply, she somehow…oddly…felt nervous. It was so uncharacteristic of her…but when it truly, truly hit her, she was still so incredibly inexperienced compared to him…and most likely, she suspected, when compared to a lot of his former lovers, of course all strangers to her. Even despite having been a prostitute for all those long horrid months, she felt she still knew next to nothing about how to please a man, though she had certainly excelled at it, if her customer's reactions were anything to go by…though she preferred not to count them. They were only nameless, faceless monsters that meant next to nothing to her. It had been as though she had been a machine…somebody else while being with them…
The only real true sexual experience she felt she had had been on that wonderful night…the wondrous hours before the sinking, when she had lost her virginity to Jack. That time, though fleeting, had been so beautiful…and though she knew she had pleased Jack, as he had her, the pressure had been substantially less, knowing he had been a virgin as well…Besides, that had been Jack. This was…this was Cal. And of course he was different…completely different…She felt she would fail. Surely, she would. And…even…a horrible thought occurred to her…what of the other women he had been with throughout his life? How had they fared? What if he was…was rough, and as violent as some of the customers she had had to serve?
Her heart pounding, she tried in vain to focus as he turned around and smiled at her. Then he came closer, until he was right in front of her. She gasped a little, involuntarily.
Gently undoing the clasp she had put in her hair, he took it out and it tumbled to the floor, so her hair was now down and natural like usual, blissfully freed from the half-up, half-down style she had employed for skating. She vaguely felt her hair becoming loose again...And then he gently caressed her cheek. She felt transfixed staring at him. All she could feel was his hand, and how good it felt...how warm it was...She could feel how her heart was pounding, an almost frenzied rhythm in her chest, similar to a little bird...she was so fragile and vulnerable compared to him...what couldn't he do to her...The thought was both thrilling and terrifying.
"Still so damn innocent," he said softly, smirking a little, though gently. "Relax, darling. I will not hurt you. I promise."
Somehow, she found herself believing him, staring at him. Then she barely had time to reply as suddenly, he was kissing her again. Oh! All her worries, all her doubts, instantly flew away, evaporated. He was so incredibly wonderful, good, at this! She felt like she could happily stay like this forever. This was heaven, complete and utter heaven.
When the kiss was broken, she found herself feeling just a little bereft. She felt how her stomach was in knots, how her heart was pounding what seemed a million miles a minute, and how flushed her cheeks were, and she knew that this was incredibly real and true…not a dream, or even an unpleasant nightmare. She was feeling like this from Cal.
Somewhere inside her, she was surprised at just how gentle, tender, he was being. Shocked, even. Long ago, she never would have believed that Cal could be this loving. But she had known nothing...she had been nothing but a silly little child...
And then, all her nervous thoughts suddenly ceased entirely as he pulled her closer against his warm body, tighter, and kissed her again, and this time, she could feel his erection close against her… This kiss was more intense, more passionate… Hungrier than the last one, yes, but even more blissful, if possible. She was grateful for his strong arms holding her, as she felt she would faint if not for being held up. She couldn't breathe, but that was all right. This was better than breathing...
It was heaven just being held by him...held against him...being kissed by him...
Then he broke the kiss, and suddenly feeling overwhelmed by lust, she reached up and gently kissed his neck, running her nails down his chest simultaneously. He moaned, closing his eyes. "Oh god Rose…"
He then kissed her with renewed fervor, and she never, ever wanted it to end. She could feel his erection acutely now even more than before, and it felt like bliss as he gently grazed against her.
She felt herself begin to grow even warmer, and she wanted more. He was all she could smell, taste, feel. Through the ecstasy, her fingers went to latch themselves in his soft dark hair, loving how soft it was.
He broke the kiss, giving them both room to breathe, but it was barely five seconds more and then he was kissing her again, now dipping her. Her stomach felt close to bursting with butterflies, and her heart was pounding so hard she felt it would give out. Her head was spinning. The room was spinning. Everything was spinning. Not that she cared. It was utterly, utterly wonderful. All of it.
It was an entirely blissful euphoria.
Now she could feel his erection more than ever, and the thought consumed her. Now, at this moment, she was aching for him. And just the very thought that they were still both trapped in horrible first-class clothing, with mindless buttons and zippers, and, in her case, what seemed a million corset laces, made her want to sob.
Finally, after what seemed a blissful, wonderful eternity, Cal pulled back, and again, Rose felt bereft. Her eyes dropped to his vest, and that chest hair of his was taunting her again. She went forward and hastily unbuttoned it, letting more show, and she was satisfied. For the time being.
She was distracted when suddenly he winked, smirked gently at her, and took the liberty of removing his shirts himself. Wonderfully, wonderfully, they were on the floor, and she felt entirely happy at the sight of him. Good lord he was beautiful...and, again she was struck by the curiosity of what he looked like without clothes. Completely.
Her pleasure must have shown on her face, in her eyes, as he smirked a little more, still uncharacteristically quiet, and came and kissed her again. God yes...she loved this feeling of floating more than anything. She wished it were possible to be kissed by him for all eternity…
Then, Rose gasped in her head as Cal gently stroked her breast, and then, more shockingly, between her legs. The pleasure was more intense than she had even hoped, despite her shock.
Now he was kissing her neck, slowly, deliberately, and passionately, and she simply closed her eyes in contentment. But he stopped, and before she could feel empty, he was wonderfully removing her of her blasted maroon skirt and maroon jacket, as well as her boots.
Rose's heart pounded at being so unclothed in front of him. And at the knowledge that soon, she would be completely.
She couldn't stop herself from blushing a little, however, at this. Almost a repeat of the party night.
He noticed, and smiled a little.
Now almost desperate, she said, "Rip it off, cut it off…I don't care." Her voice was almost embarrassingly shaky.
Cal came forward and turned her around, kissing her neck as he began to undo her laces, but not without smirking a little.
Oh god yes. That was all she could think. Oddly, he was going much slower than the night he had helped her after the party, and she knew he was just doing that to taunt her. It made her almost want to sob, as well as a little annoyed.
But then she was distracted as he pulled her against him, now biting a little, and it was so wonderful her frustration quickly faded.
His warmth was encasing her, yet she had no complaints.
Closing her eyes for the willpower to pull away, she gently did so and then ran her nails down his now bare chest once again, placing gentle kisses on it, and now it was his turn for his eyes to close…
Then, she gently rubbed his now, she imagined, throbbing erection, causing him to moan softly. She was thrown for a loop as Cal grabbed her hastily and kissed her even more roughly, holding her flush against him. His heart was racing.
When he released her, he began undoing his belt buckle, and then his black pants were wonderfully on the floor, in the ugly heap of restricting clothes.
She was so close to finding out, causing more flutters in her stomach, though this time, ones of excitement.
Now, she was glad, he was undoing her laces faster, until, finally, they all were mercifully undone. She turned around, now almost shy, and dropped her corset until it was around her ankles, stepping out of it.
Face flushing, she watched his face, and she saw how his eyes turned dark, the awe apparent.
"You're beautiful darling," he said, voice low. Cal came closer to her, playing with a long strand of her hair, as he massaged her cheek gently with his thumb. Seeming to lose all restraint as the seconds ticked away, he pulled her flush against him again, so she could feel just how fastly his heart was pounding yet again…
And then, releasing her one final time, he too was finally fully unclothed.
Her eyes wandering up and down his body, she was more than pleased. He was beyond beautiful…
Yes, he was big. Bigger than Jack had been, admittedly. Bigger than a lot of men she had seen. She just hoped it wouldn't be too painful, if at all. Yet even the knowledge that it might hurt was cast aside at the knowledge that they were almost ready…
Yet again they were kissing, closer and closer to almost dying with want…
As he kissed her neck again, and each pleased each other for what seemed one thousand wonderful years, shock flooded her. It was…it was almost scary. Cal knew her. It was like he knew her, inside and out, and like they had been intimate for years. He knew exactly what she liked…what she didn't…what she wanted…what she quite simply needed. He fulfilled her every desire, unsaid, no matter how secret and embarrassing it was…they needed no words between the two of them, knowledge of what pleased the other seeming to come naturally.
Thankfully, she knew that she was succeeding as well…
And…now…suddenly, somehow, after what seemed forever, the tortuous yet pleasurable dance over, they were on the bed and he was now finally inside her. They fit together even better than she would have ever thought…
All sense of time, place, and knowledge of everything stopped. The wonderful feeling of him inside her and on top of her, and his soft lips on hers, was all she knew. As if in a fog, dimly, she knew that she was uttering his name what seemed a thousand times, and he hers…One word came to mind, and it was euphoria, plain and simple. She never, ever wanted this to end…She wished they could stay locked in this room, forever, and let the whole damn world burn around them...she would not care... She wouldn't even notice...And goodness, all she wanted was for this to stretch forever…and all she knew was that he couldn't stop. If he did, she felt she would die.
It seemed it could have been several sunlit days, the experience as blissful as anything she had ever done before in her life, but, after what seemed forever, it was over, to her disappointment. Shakily opening her eyes, he was, wonderfully, still inside her, and then it hit her that once just hadn't been enough. And all she knew was that she didn't want him to leave her.
"W…wait," she said shakily, reality cruelly returning, painfully aware of what they had just done. "A…again."
Cal smirked a little at her, hair uncharacteristically messy.
Feeling herself blushing a little, now self-conscious, she leaned up a little, grabbed his cheeks, and pulled his mouth down to hers again. When the kiss broke, she could see how his eyes, once again, were almost black. His face was now as serious as hers was, and then, like a starving man, latched his mouth on hers again, the kisses rougher and deeper than before...
And so they made love again, each giving all to each other, and receiving even more pleasure back, and, all told, made love four times total in the course of the entire evening and early morning hours before, exhausted, finally falling asleep in each other's arms, the sky still black outside with the early hour.