Love me 'Til it Hurts

Chapter 28 - Time for the Truth!

Juliette Ackles...

Impaling myself on the hot rod that was Cal's cock, rocking my hips slowly and methodically, which in turn had him groaning and gripping my hips. Using my hands on his chest to steady myself; my coffin-tipped, black-matte painted nails digging into the flesh, the small diamond hoop that had been pierced through my pinky nail was a perfect accompaniment to the golden scattering of hair on my man's chest.

Cal wasn't hairy to the point of gross but just enough for me to find it sexy as Hell. Our eyes locked together, much like I had with Jeremy last night. And much like Jeremy, Cal's emotions and feelings flashed in his perfectly blended sea-green/blue eyes - love, desire, loyalty - all of it was on display unashamedly.

"Can you go faster, Queen?" Cal asked, his tone clipped as if he were using a tremendous amount of strength to remain in the moment with me.

"Yesssss-" I moaned as my pace increased and was rewarded once again to the bruising effect of fingers gripping my hips.

It still surprised me somewhat that I seemed to just instinctively knew what to do, how to move, how slow or fast to go, the way my insides clenched around the hardness of my men, sucking them deeper and deeper until there was nothing left of them to give me.

"Better?" I asked him.

"Fuck, yessssss-" a slight crack in his tone alerted me to the fact that this was affecting him on an emotional level.

Cal is one of those men who truly has respect for women - if there is ever anything that he can do to help, he will without question. I suspect it is what makes him an amazing therapist, but in this moment with me, there was a rush of emotion slamming into my eyes and heart in much the same manner as his cock was slamming inside me. It was what held me captive in his gaze, even with the sound of Jeremy fisting his cock - soft grunts and growls permeated the air around us.

Out of both Jeremy and Cal, I felt like I needed to work the hardest with Cal because I knew that he knew how I have always felt about Jeremy, and I need him to realise that he means just as much to me as Jeremy does.

"I love you, Caaaaaaal!" I purred as my hips moved in a little swirl that had him buck a little harder into me.

"Fuck, I love you too, my Queen!" One thing I have come to learn about my boyfriend is that he loves to lavish me with attention, yes, but his way of building me up is to treat me like, well, a Queen. I want for nothing on an emotional level with this man - and he is an open book to me. I can see the love he feels for me in everything that he does.

Riding him a little harder had the desired effect - his eyes closed as if he were silently trying to keep himself grounded, and then his hand was slipping over the inside of my thigh and grazing against my mound before slowly and carefully peeling back the little hood of flesh that hid my clit like a little buried treasure. The first swipe of his thumb against the engorged bundle of nerves was enough to make me jolt off rhythm for a few beats. Then he stroked slowly, but firmly for a few moments then he gently eased the little silky button between his thumb and forefinger - rolling the sensitive flesh in such a manner that my focus drastically narrowed.

There was only him - me and him, locked together in the most intimate way possible, our eyes locked on one another like some sort of heat seeking missile, my nails dug into the flesh of his chest a little harder, scraping across the wide expanse of flesh. Cal certainly worked out a lot to maintain this body and I appreciated it more than I could ever say. Liquid heat pooled around my nails, and I pulled back horrified that I had caused that damage, but Cal was right there, locked on to my emotions as always, "again! Harder, deeper!" He demanded and I knew that he meant more scratches.