Becoming Calder (A Sign of Love Novel)(50)

I pressed the aching part of me upward, into his manhood, and he groaned and lifted his head. Our eyes met and he gazed at me with that same tenderness, right before he leaned in and trailed his lips up my throat. Before I realized it, I felt his hand under my skirt, trailing up my inner thigh. I froze, only able to concentrate on that rough hand moving upward, toward my most secret, private part. I swallowed heavily and tilted my head back, opening my eyes to stare unashamedly up toward the gods and the heavens. You were wrong, I told them in my head. This is my destiny.
Calder's fingers feathered over my skin and then reached the waistband of my underwear. Just as he'd done for me, I lifted my backside to allow him room to pull my underwear down. His hand moved tentatively over the soft curls covering my sex and one of his fingers slipped through and touched a spot beneath that made me cry out in pleasure. His hand paused, but then he continued to use one finger to touch me there, exploring. I moaned and pressed up into his hand, overcome with the bliss he was giving me. "Calder," I breathed, "please don't stop."
His finger continued to circle for a few minutes, as the pleasure rose higher and higher. He stopped momentarily. I made a sound of loss and pressed unabashedly up into his hand again. He moved his hand lower and dipped one finger into my opening and it felt so good I cried out again, begging him for more. He moaned, too, and pressed his finger deeper, filling me.
Calder kissed and sucked at my neck, sending goose bumps across my torso. It felt so good. His voice was thick as he said, "I want you so much."
"Yes, yes," I answered.
"My morning glory," he said.
And then his now-wet finger moved back to that magical spot and all thoughts vanished as I submitted to the pleasure.
"Is this . . . show me if this isn't—" Calder said, sounding uncertain.
"No, that's perfect. That's . . . ohhhh, Calder," I moaned.
He moved his finger back and forth slowly and then faster as I panted out and moved my head from side to side, not knowing if I could handle the thing I felt swirling through me, ready to drag me under.
And then as suddenly as the thought came, overwhelmingly intense pleasure washed through me as I cried out, all the muscles in my body contracting so deliciously I thought I might die from it.
The pleasure slowly faded and I sighed, relaxing. I opened my eyes and Calder was looking down at me, his face filled with something that looked like love.
He leaned down and kissed me tenderly. "That was beautiful," he said, leaning back up.
I nodded, awe-struck by everything that had just happened and not able to form words. Calder smiled at me and then I followed his lead as we both stripped off our still-damp bottoms and washed ourselves in the spring.
We held our clothes over our heads as we crossed to the other side and then dressed on the bank.
We laid down on the grass in our underwear, leaving our clothes to dry on a rock.
"I don't want to go back," I said, my eyes suddenly filling with tears.
He didn't speak for a minute, pursing his lips. "I know. I don't want to send you back. If there were any other way . . ."
"Please come up with something," I begged.
He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and wiped a tear from my cheek. "We'll need to leave here. There's just no other way. Are you ready for that?"
I nodded my head. "Yes. I want to leave."
Calder looked worried. "It will take some preparation though. We'll need money . . . and somewhere to stay. I'll need to figure out a few things about how the big community operates before I can know I'll be able to keep you safe, provide for you."
"I don't need much," I whispered. "Just you."
Calder smiled and then flopped back on his back. "You make it sound easy, Morning Glory, but it won't be easy. Hector's left us completely unprepared. I don't know if that was purposeful or . . ." He looked over at me. "In any case, we need to make sure we have a shot."
"I trust you."
Calder studied me for a minute and then smiled, but his smile looked more worried than anything. "I know you do," he said very seriously. Then he gathered me to him and held me against his chest as the clouds moved slowly above us and the warm sun dried our clothes.
When we were both dry and dressed, Calder stood looking at me and then leaned forward and kissed my lips softly. I suddenly felt slightly shy, standing there after we'd just touched each other in such an intimate way.
"Leave another note for me when you can meet me again," he said.
I nodded and then we walked hand in hand to the base of the trail where he kissed me one more time before I left him to ascend alone. I felt alive. Invigorated. Hopeful. I never wanted to feel any differently again. Could we make our dreams come true? Could we leave?