A Girl by Any Other Name (23 page)

unzipped her. They fell to the floor, right past her boots, revealing the sweetest pink panties I’d ever

seen.

I licked my lips, unable to stop from growling as I picked her up and swung her over my

shoulder. I tossed her on my bed, expecting to hear her laugh, but the look she gave me wasn’t one of

amusement. It was pure, yearning lust, and I loved it because it matched my own. I removed my own

jeans and boxers in record time, never taking my eyes off her. She slapped her hand against her mouth

in surprise when she stared at my cock standing at attention for her. Her eyes widened, and her face

broke out into an interesting shade of crimson, which was strange since I could never remember

Sylvie blushing. With her skin tone, I hadn’t even thought it was possible.

“Wow.”

“Ironically, you always accuse me of being cocky, so I’ll refrain from replying, except to say

that I’m happy you’re pleased.”

“Indubitably,” she replied, giggling. I walked over to the nightstand to retrieve a condom, so I’d

have it ready. I had no intention of putting it on just yet. There was so much more to touch and taste

tonight.

Her reaction to my naked body caught me a bit off guard, though. She acted like she’d never seen

a penis before. I sat on the edge of the bed, trying to ignore the heaving of her breasts, choosing to

slowly run my fingers through her hair instead, brushing it away from her face.

“Have you ever done this before?”

She immediately looked sad. “I have. There was one other. Are you upset about that?”

“I think we both know that should have been me.”

She nodded. “I agree, but it was—”

I had no intention of discussing another man when I was about to do this with her. I placed my

fingers to her lips to quiet her. “It’s okay. I’m surprised it’s just one.”

She moved my hand. “Do you think I’m a slut or something?”

“Hell no, I just mean I have to take one look at you to see how incredibly sexy you are. The thing

is you don’t even realize it and that makes you more desirable. Men were gawking at you today at the

WC. I have to admit, even when I wasn’t sure it was you, I had a hard time with that.”

“Cal, the feelings I had for you when I was a girl still exist. They never died. I never looked for

anyone else.”

“I know, baby, but I’ll be honest, I’m disappointed I won’t be your first, especially since I saved

myself for you.”

Her mouth dropped open. “You did?”

“Hell, no,” I replied, laughing. She laughed too and slapped me in the chest.

“I see you haven’t lost your weird sense of humor.” She always got my jokes even when they

were totally inappropriate.

“As far as I’m concerned, they were all practice for this moment. And I would be a hypocrite to

be upset that I’m not your number one.” The truth was, I was a hypocrite, but I kept that to myself.

“You are my number one, even if you weren’t my first. In a way, I’m happy you weren’t.” I

quirked my eyebrow at her statement. “The first time is awkward and messy. I’m glad that we both

have experience.”

“Trust me, I’m going to put my experience to good use.”

I ran my fingers down her breasts and waist, deciding it was time to use my mouth for worthier

pursuits than talking. I stood and walked to the end of the bed, letting my hands trail up her thighs,

wondering if I should leave the cowboy boots on her as I’d imagined this afternoon. In the end, I

decided to remove them, wanting full access to her whole body. I flexed each foot, rotating her ankles

and massaging them after I removed her footwear. My eyes froze on her right ankle as soon as I

noticed it. I ran my finger over it, admiring the detailing of the tattoo. The image depicted a small

black raven, readying for flight. I looked back at her, smiling.

“It was my favorite poem too,” she replied.

I knew she had done it in some sort of remembrance of me. I kissed it then I started kissing up

her leg, making my way to the place I wanted to taste most of all. I ran my finger against the

waistband of her panties. I hooked one finger on each side and slowly pulled them down. She lifted

her hips to help me. I sniffed them, inhaling the scent of her. Her eyes widened in shock. I twirled

them in my fingers before slingshooting them to the floor next to the other discarded clothes.

“Open up for me,” I said. She complied, bending her knees up and opening her legs. It was time

for my eyes to widen. She was clean shaven. “Wow,” I said simply, unable to provide further

articulation. She giggled in response.

Like a predator, I crawled over her, pushing her legs even farther apart. I moved my tongue over

her opening in slow repetition. Only when her moans begged for more did I move inside her. She

gasped at the sudden movement, knees shaking. Then I plunged in, not coming up for air. I sucked on

her clit. I circled her walls. I thrust into her with my tongue penetrating her folds as I held her thighs

apart. She screamed out each time, lifting her ass to meet my thrusting tongue. I rewarded her by

moving deeper, especially when she said my name. I felt her sit up on her elbows to watch what I was

doing to her. She fisted her hands through my hair, almost pulling it. I loved it. I didn’t want her to

stop, but she moaned wildly, falling back as if she couldn’t take it anymore. I loved that too. I sucked

her clit, penetrating her soaking pussy with my fingers. She tightened around me, breathing hard. It

was too soon. I wanted it to last longer. Maybe I could make her come again. I started the process

over.

“Get up here, now!” she demanded.

I laughed and crawled over her body. I laid kisses to mark all the places I wanted to explore

further. I stopped at her sumptuous lips, licking the outside as I’d done to her below. She opened her

mouth, somewhat hesitantly, but I wouldn’t let her balk at my kiss. I found her tongue and we did that

little tangled dance because I really wanted her to taste me and more importantly, taste her on me.

There is a place where erotic and sweet meet, and it’s the spot I wanted to take her to.

“Oh, my God,” she moaned, when I finally released her mouth.

“Nope, it’s just me—Cal,” I said, laughing into her neck.

“I’m an idiot.”

“Why would you say that?” I asked, punctuating kisses down her neck.

“What was I missing in high school?”

“Like you said, it’s better we waited.” I planted butterfly kisses across her jaw line.

“I don’t think I can do this much longer, Tex. I need you inside of me.”

“Patience, baby, all good things come to those who wait.” I continued my path as I gently

massaged her breast.

“Are you going to make me wait two years again?” she moaned. “Like you did for that kiss?”

I sat up, staring at her, coyly. “Since we were so truthful today, I should confess that you were

my first kiss.”

“What? What about all those other girls you said you kissed?”

I shrugged. “I lied.”

“Why?”

“I wanted you to think I was more experienced than I was. Besides, you kind of emasculated me

by kissing me first.”

“You were twelve. I don’t think the term ‘emasculated’ would have applied.”

“Try telling that to my twelve-year-old self.” I embraced her, letting our bodies press together,

before flipping us so she was on top of me. I reached over to the nightstand and retrieved the condom.

I started to remove it, but I made the mistake of looking up at her. Her soft breasts were against

my skin and her hair draped around us like we were the only two people in the world. My hands

shook at the prospect of what we were about to do, and my mind ran through a crazy montage of all

the times I’d imagined this moment.

“Will you put it on, please?” I asked, handing her the foil wrapper. She complied, tearing it with

her teeth. I didn’t want to seem vulnerable to her, but right now, that was what I was. It seemed to turn

her on even more. It was just the weight of how much I wanted her. She moved down my body,

leaving slow, hungry kisses in her wake. Her lips were so soft that I almost lost it right there. She

reached my cock and I sat up to watch her put on the rubber, but she surprised me by grasping my

erection in her hand and tasting the emerging droplets that formed at the tip.

“Um…baby, that’s really nice, but I don’t need it. At least not this time.”

“I just wanted to taste you too,” she replied, and this time I fell back on the bed, not able to stand

it anymore.

She rolled the prophylactic down my dick then worked her way up to my chest again. I clasped

her hips and moved her over my erection. She mounted me without hesitation. I wanted us in this

position so I could watch her. She was so slick, but so incredibly tight that despite the ecstasy of it, I

wondered if I was hurting her. I searched her closely to make sure the contortions on her face were

from pleasure not pain. When I was satisfied they were, I clasped her hips and pushed into her with

force. I had no intention of letting her do all the work. She gasped in response, but it was gratified

surprise. I moved myself, thrusting into her each time.

Her hands fell on my shoulders for support. She went to move them back to her side, but I shook

my head. “Leave them. It’s better that way,” I grunted.

Her hair fell like a soft blanket over my chest. She bit her lower lip and I bucked into her harder.

“Sylvie. So tight. So good, baby.” It wasn’t poetic, but they were the only coherent words I

could form in my present state. At least she seemed to appreciate it. I rubbed her clit while she slid

on my shaft.

She moved with me, meeting me halfway with each thrust, digging her fingernails into my

shoulders as we climbed higher together toward our releases. I felt her come apart and spasm around

me. It took only another thrust for me to follow her. She collapsed on top of me. I ran my fingers down

her back and kissed her head.

I placed my fingers under her chin and lifted her head. I looked into her deep brown eyes, dark,

inviting and innocent at the same time. “You belong to me.” She nodded, but that wasn’t good enough.

“Say it. Tell me who you belong to.”

“I belong to you,” she said.

“Who do I belong to?”

“Me.”

“That’s right.”

* * * *

We spent most of the weekend that way. I was either inside her or next to her. We took breaks

for meals and showers. On Sunday night, she lay on my naked waist with her hair splayed out. I read

the same sentence a half dozen times, since I had to start over every time she moved. She must have

noticed my need because she put her book down and gave me a sexy smirk before she started planting

slow, pleasurable kisses on my chest.

“Ready so soon?” It wasn’t that I didn’t want it, but I wondered how she wasn’t sore yet.

“Yes, please.”

I smirked. “Girl, you have one zealous appetite.”

“I suppose. Are you going to withhold sex from me already?”

I laughed. “Hell no, but I do have an important question for you.”

“No more questions, Tex,” she sighed in frustration. In between our moments of pleasure, I had

asked her many more questions about the last ten years. She had been forthright with her answers, but

I knew it was difficult for her.

I shifted and in one motion I rotated us so she was underneath me. “It’s pretty important, baby.”

“Ask it then. I ain’t got all day.”

I laughed. “You’re so cute when you’re trying to sound country.” I kissed her quickly, trying not

to get too excited before I got my answer. “Are you on birth control?”

She stared at me in surprise. “No, why would you ask me that?”

I sighed and buried my head in her neck. “Come on. We have to go out.”

“What for?”

“We’re out of condoms,” I said, getting up from the bed.

“What? How did that happen?”

I sighed, smiling at her. I’d never tire of her body. “I had an orgy over the weekend. What do you

think?”

Her look of disappointment would have been amusing if it hadn’t matched my own. “I just

thought you had a lot of supplies when I looked in that drawer.”

“I did and we had sex an awful lot too. Are you forgetting already?” I put on my jeans and

looked in my dresser for a clean T-shirt. She didn’t stir from the bed.

“This sucks.”

”I could always do the pull-out method.”

She was quiet as if considering it. I regretted even putting the suggestion out there. I walked over

and sat on the edge of the bed and kissed her. “Forget it. It was a stupid idea.”

“I thought it was a pretty damn good idea.”

I kissed her shoulder, working my way up to her ear, so I could whisper my admission. “As

much as I’d like to feel you without anything between us, I really don’t think I can pull out when the

time comes. I’m just not that strong, baby. Not when it comes to you.”

“’Kay,” she replied.

I stood up and reached for her hand. She took it, but then looked around with hesitation.

“What now?”