Page 152 of To Have and to Stalk
Calder thrust faster, yet still controlled, pushing me closer and closer to that sharp edge.How?How did he know the hidden parts of me? How had he mapped my body better than I had?
“I— It’s—” I gasped. The pressure of the orgasm turned my blood to diamond, cutting me sparkling. “It’s too much.”
Calder lifted his head from my neck, lips wet with his kiss. “Breathe, Shay.”
I sucked in a breath and he rumbled low in his chest. “Good girl.”
“Come inside me.”
Calder was close too. It was visible in the sheen of sweat on his brow. The veins throbbing on his neck, vining across his bulging biceps, down to his wrist. Some of the control he’d found slipping again, revealing the glinting edge beneath.
“Are you sure?” he asked, voice hoarse.
Because that was Calder. Even after I’d explicitly told him to come inside me, he still had to be certain.
“Yes.” I gasped. “I love you.” The words slipped out of me, wild and ravenous, spurred on by the way my orgasm cut.
Calder groaned like it was ripped from the very depths of him, and then I felt him. His cock jerked inside me, his head fell forward, still catching my gaze but enough to see the muscles bunch at his shoulders as he released into me.
We fell over the edge together.
chapter
fifty-one
SHAY
Calder fucked me until night faded into fuzzy, gray-orange dawn. Now I lay my cheek against his hot, solid chest. His arm wrapped around my waist, the sheets tangled at our ankles, and I traced the black lines on his chest with my pointer finger.
Happy.
Content.
I could still feel him, sticky and wet between my thighs.
“You’re quiet,” I said.
Calder responded with a hum, low in his throat. “Am I?”
His hand left my waist and traced lower, to my hip and down across my ass, leaving a shivering trail of goose bumps.
He slid his finger between my cheeks, pushing against my pussy from the back. I gripped his chest, lips parting. Something about that angle made me feel even more at his mercy.
“I don’t mean to be,” he said. The tip of his finger swirled around my entrance in a teasing rhythm, and his lips found the top of my head. “I like you wet with me.”
He spread his come around my pussy, lightly pushing in, then out.
Almost lazily. Like touching me this way was as normal as waking up.
I rolled my hips against his thigh, closing my eyes. He felt so fucking good. When was the last time someone had taken care of me like this?
Had iteverhappened?
“Wait,” I said, voice breathier than intended, eyes still closed.
He stopped, immediately withdrawing his fingers. His hand found my hip again, and he watched me with a look in his eyes that made my gut twist.
Concerned.
