Beginnings • c.h

Chapter Forty Three

Chapter Forty Three

SMUT SO DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO. 

Anni POV

“C-Cal, I can’t.” I mumble almost incoherently. My self control was slipping, the feeling of his lips against my neck almost sending me into oblivion.

Cal pulls back and stares at me. Seeing my serious expression, he immediately takes his weight off of me. We had rolled over, with him pressing his body on top of mine. 

“Hey, don’t worry, we won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with.” He reassures me, rubbing his hands soothingly on my waist. I nod my head and he presses his lips to my forehead,

“Just tell me when to stop.” He whispers. I nod my head again and he immediately presses his mouth to mine. The kiss itself was unhurried, but underlying was a hidden emotion, something I couldn’t make out. 

Tugging on the hem of his shirt, I hint that I want it off. Getting the message, the shirt is off within seconds and his lips are attached to my neck.

Pulling back from my neck, Cal looks at me, raising his eyebrow. Looking down at my still clothed torso he gestures.

“May I?” Biting my lip to contain a giggle I pull my shirt off and watch Calum’s eyes go wide.

“Fuck.” He whispers, drinking in the sight of my body. Thank god I decided to wear a bra that was the slightest bit flattering today. Pulling on his neck gently, I press my lips to his again. Moving one of my hands, I trail my touch down his shoulders, feeling down his toned stomach. A small shudder ripples through his body and I smile against his lips.

I can’t help but love the way he reacts to my touch, and me to him. The way we were both acting, touching each other hesitantly, kissing each other gently, you would have thought that we were both virgins.

Everything was done so slowly, as though if we were to move too fast, make too much noise, the moment would be shattered.

My hand finally reaches the waistband of his jeans, and I trail my index finger along it, teasing him. Reaching the buckle of his belt, I pull on it, making him press himself against me harder; wanting to be as close as possible.

Calum’s hands creep further up my back and I feel him reach around to the back of my bra. Seeing his hesitance to unclip it, I reach around, undoing it myself.

Pulling it off, I chuck it to the ground beside my bed. The moment the last piece of fabric between our chests is off, Calum’s hands travel to the side of my ribcage, feeling the skin where my bra usually sits.

This entire time, our lips continue to massage each others, the occasional moan of each others name leaving our lips.

I move my hands back down to his jeans, and swiftly undo the buckle of Cal’s belt. Immediately Cal’s lips pull back from mine, and I open my eyes in surprise.

“Are you sure?” Calum asks, brushing a hair from my forehead. Nodding my head but not looking away, I unbutton his jeans and slide my hands down the waistband of his jeans, resting them just on hips.

“I don’t want to push you to do anything, Anni.”

“Shh, Cal, I’ll stop if it gets to be too much.” Calum slowly nods his head and whispers a small ‘okay’ before kissing me again. With a small effort, I push Calum’s jeans down his legs. He kicks them off, leaving him just in his boxers. I glance down and let out a laugh.

“Seriously, Cal? Taco underwear?” Calum looks down and groans.

“Shit! Seriously, the day we decide to do this, I have to be wearing my only childish boxers?”