This is for gidget89, who gave me icetiems quite a while ago in return for a second chapter of this story, and I am finally delivering my end of the bargain!
So, this chapter (surprise surprise!) is rated M. You have been warned ;-)
Disclaimer: Still don't own them.
They'd stumbled from the kitchen and up the stairs, tearing each other's clothes off in a frenzy. Gillian had never felt so turned on in her life, and from the fervent way Cal was kissing her and the urgency with which he ripped off her clothes, he felt exactly the same way.
By the time they reached the bedroom they were stripped to just their underwear, and Gillian was tracing first her fingers over the tattoos on Cal's arm, and then her tongue. She felt him shiver beneath her touch, and smiled against his skin. Even though she'd wanted this for a long time (despite trying her best to deny it a lot of the time), she'd always worried about how it would be with Cal. Not because she doubted his performance – she had no doubts whatsoever that he would be a fantastic lover – but because she knew he'd been with a lot of women, and none of them were like her. They fell far more into the category of 'bad girl' than 'good girl', and she knew that was what he liked. Tricky women, women who weren't to be trusted, naughty, wild, sexy, confident women. And she wasn't like that. All her doubts, however, vanished when she read the depth of his attraction to her on his face, when she felt the way he touched her, the way he quivered beneath her touch. There was no doubt, now, that he wanted her – badly. And that was enough to assure her that she would be enough for him. Maybe, she thought, I will even be better.
That thought made her laugh, and he lifted his mouth from her chest to look into her eyes. "Something funny, love?" He finished tugging her bra straps down her arms as he spoke, then reached behind her to unhook it and toss it to the floor.
"I was just thinking," she said honestly, and he cocked an eyebrow at her.
"About... things," she said, giggling, and he shook his head with a grin.
"I'll give you something to think about, darling," he growled as he pushed his underwear off, kicking them to the side.
"Mmm." She ran her fingers teasingly over his stomach, feeling his muscles twitch beneath her touch. "And what might that be?" Her hand fell lower, wrapping around the length of him, and his head fell to her shoulder, biting the skin lightly.
She increased her grip, squeezing and releasing and moving her hand slow then fast, a constantly changing rhythm that made him push her back on the bed, a feral grin on his face. "Keep that up, love, and it'll be a very quick course of soup for us. And I'm sure you want to be able to savour our first bowlful, right?"
She propped herself up on her elbows, looking at him through her lashes. "Come and have a taste, then," she purred, and a second later he was on top of her, pressing her into the bed as his mouth frantically kissed every inch of bare skin. His hands weren't idle either – as he kissed lower, over her chest and stomach, he hooked a finger through her underwear, and she wriggled free of them with his help, watching as he threw them on the floor by the bed before turning his attention back to her.
"You were saying... you want me to taste you?"
He saw a flicker of doubt in her eyes, and reached his hand between her legs to stroke her gently. He could feel how wet she was already, so being turned on by him wasn't the problem. When he met her eyes and saw the nervousness she was desperately trying to hide, he thought he understood. She was worried she wouldn't be good enough for him, worried he'd be comparing her to all his other conquests. If only she knew...
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, continuing to stroke her, watching the pleasure wash over her face. "Beautiful... and smart... and kind... and just, amazing, really. Amazing." He dipped his face to hers, kissing her deeply as he slid a finger inside her. He felt her muscles contract around him, felt her hands slide up his back and into his hair, felt her relax beneath him. Tearing his lips away from hers, he gazed down at her as he inserted another finger, curling them inside her and causing her back to arch off the bed and a wanton moan to escape her throat.
"I love you," he told her. "And I want you. More than I've ever wanted a woman in my life." He saw the recognition on her face, knew she believed him, and gently removed his fingers. She whimpered in disappointment, but when he shifted himself further down the bed and lowered his face to her, she tilted her hips towards him. There was no doubt on her face now, just deep arousal. He smiled as he flicked his tongue against her clit, making her cry out. He did it again, drawing back, then licking her again. She writhed beneath him, desperate for more constant contact, and after about the tenth time he felt her fingers tighten almost painfully in his hair.
"Cal..." There was a warning tone in her voice, and he grinned.
Instead of answering her, he simply lowered his face to her again, licking her slowly before latching his tongue onto her clit and drawing it into his mouth. He began to suck it gently, then slipped his fingers inside her again.
She cried out louder than before at the added pleasure when she felt his fingers twisting inside her. Coupled with the pressure of his tongue laving against her clit she thought she might just pass out there and then.
She moaned his name and felt the speed of his thrusts increase; another cry of his name and he was sucking her clit even harder, and she scraped her nails along his scalp as he continued to pleasure her and she continued to repay him by moaning his name the way he loved.
The sound of his name on her lips only fuelled his desire for her; soon, though, she lost the ability to form proper words as she rushed closer to her climax. She was gasping and mumbling indecipherable words, and he loved the way she was losing control beneath his touch. Gillian Foster was not a woman who ever seemed out of control, but she was now, because of him, and that sent his pride and arousal soaring.
She tightened her grip in his hair as her orgasm hit, an inarticulate cry erupting from her. He waited until her thighs had stopped trembling and the contractions around his fingers had grown weaker before he withdrew his mouth and fingers. He licked her again before sucking his fingers, making sure her eyes were open so she could see what he was doing.
"You taste delicious, love," he told her, but she merely smiled, still too cloudy from her orgasm to reply. He crawled up her body, planting soft kisses to her tender flesh, then licked gently along her lower lip. "Delicious," he murmured, kissing her again.
When they broke apart, she gave him a sultry smile. "Do I get to taste you now?"
"Not now, love." She pouted, and he ran his finger lightly across her lips, "Right now, I need to be inside you. I need to feel you wrapped around me. I need to hear you scream my name when I make you come, even harder than before."
She swallowed, the heat of her arousal making her cheeks flush. "I want that too."
He kissed her again, and she managed to turn them over so she was sitting astride him. He grinned at her as they broke apart. "Like it on top do you, love?"
"I like it lots of ways," she murmured as she lowered herself onto him, and the only reply he could muster was a groan of pleasure, both at her words and at the incredible sensation of being inside her.
She began rotating her hips, torn between her natural instinct to close her eyes and her desire to watch him. His hands were far from idle, stroking every inch of her skin he could reach, and she used hers to press down lightly on his chest. "Cal..." she breathed, and he watched her eyes flutter closed as she bit her lip. He reached behind her, pulling her towards him so her breasts were pressed against his bare chest, and slid his hands up to her hair. She was squeezing her muscles around him, and he fought to control his breathing as the sensations started sweeping through his body.
"You feel amazing," he told her, but the only response she could muster was a whimper of pleasure.
Suddenly she stilled her movements, and he groaned in frustration as he gripped her arm. "Don't stop, darling, please. You're killing me here."
"I want..." She turned them over, gripping his arms tightly as he slipped back inside her. "I want you, now. Thrusting into me. Hard."
"As you wish, darling," he growled, pulling out before slamming back into her. "Like that?"
"God, yes," she moaned, digging her nails into his shoulders. "Cal..."
"You say my name like that and this will be over far too quickly," he warned her. "You know what it does to me, the sound of you moaning my name like that?" He pulled her legs up and hooked them over his shoulders, allowing him to go even deeper inside her, and she let out a guttural scream at the explosion of pleasure.
"Oh god... Cal..."
She moved her hands to grip the bedsheets, wanting to touch him but worrying she'd hurt him with the force she could feel herself using on the sheets.
He continued thrusting into her, harder and faster, watching her beautiful face awash with pleasure. He was close, so close, but wanted to keep his promise of making her come harder than he had with his tongue.
"Gill..." he moaned, and the sound of him saying her name as he buried himself inside her again was too much. She felt the orgasm start to rip through her body, making her shake and cry out, inarticulate words and gasps pouring from her as he continued to pound into her.
She reached for his head, slipping one hand into his hair and scratching her nails along his scalp. "Come with me," she whispered as her orgasm continued to flutter through her body.
With one final thrust he let himself go, spilling himself deep inside her as she pressed her lips to his and stroked her tongue against his own.
When they were both spent he collapsed onto the bed at her side, pulling her towards him and stroking her thigh lightly with his fingers. She shivered against his delicate touch, her face still flushed and her eyes bright.
"That was... the best soup I've ever had," she breathed, and he grinned.
"Me too, love. Me too."
She rested her head on his chest, running her hand up and down his arm. He marvelled at how good it felt to just lie there with her in his arms, listening to the sound of her soft breathing, her warm body pressed against his. He was just thinking he could lie like that forever when her voice broke the silence.
"So, I guess now we should go and have the other kind of soup."
He chuckled. "I guess we should."
He sat up, reaching for his nearest item of clothing, when she moved to sit beside him on the bed, cupping his face with her hands. "But Cal... for the record..."
"Yes?" he asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice.
"When we've had that soup... I just might find my appetite for the other kind of soup returning," she purred, and he grinned as he kissed her.
"In that case," he said, picking up her underwear and tossing the black lacy material at her, "Let's hurry up and have some soup."