The week had been one that we’d worked hard for and earned, leaving us feeling both accomplished and relieved to finally be given the break to relax.
After pouring some fresh orange juice in the glass, I noticed how the sky was getting dimmer.
It's going to rain for sure. Odd. It wasn't forecast to be raining today.
Heading back upstairs, I closed the door and walked over to the bed as Calvin sat up. He reached for his phone and began to tap on the screen a few times.
"Lisette is somewhere on the island," he acknowledged. "Hard to pinpoint exactly, but her energy is still here."
"That's reassuring," I began and offered him his glass.
"Thank you." He accepted the glass and began to drink the orange delight while I continued, "But if she wasn't feeling well, shouldn't she be here?"
"I agree with you," he replied after drinking half the glass of orange juice. "She could have wanted some air? Lisette's rather unpredictable. At least, we haven't known her long enough to figure out her usual routine and habits."
He was right and it's not like we had to babysit her, but my concern was about whether we were missing something that wasn't easy to spot with the naked eye.
"We can go look for her," Calvin assured me.
"Finish your juice, first," I motivated him with a wink. Sitting down on the bed right next to him, I put my hand on his free hand, noticing it was freezing cold.
"Holy fuck, Calvin. Your hand is freezing like a damn popsicle."
"That's true, but would that make you lick it?"
I smirked and met his gaze as he began to blush. "That...wasn't supposed to come out like that," he defended, which only made me want to fulfill the very dare he accidentally let out.
Lifting his hand up to my face level, I purposely let my tongue drag along his hand at a snail’s pace, all while my eyes still remained on his as they dilated with every second that passed.
When I finished my taunt, I kissed the palm of his hand.
"I'm not afraid of dares," I reminded him.
"That totally wasn't a dare," he whined, but something told me he liked what I'd just done. "I'll warm up in a bit."
I purposely reached out to press my hands against his neck.
"You realize your whole body is cold. Hmm." I patted his arms and then went down to his legs as he finished the glass of orange juice and placed it on the nightstand.
"As much as I love being patted down by my girlfriend, we should get going before it starts to rain."
"A little rain ain't going to stop me," I acknowledged and began to move my hands back up. Moving to crawl right over him, he had no choice but to lie back on the bed as my face was above his and inspecting his eyes.
"W-What are you doing?" He actually sounded nervous, reminding me of the days when he was plump Calvin.
"Checking if you have a fever," I replied and reached to press my hand on his forehead. I frowned because it wasn't hot as I expected.
Why is his whole body cold? We're in a hot climate. He shouldn't be the opposite. He did say he was a little exhausted. Maybe he's pushing himself?
"See?" He reached up to move my hand from his forehead. "No fever."
"But you're so cold," I pointed out. "Doesn't it bother you?"
"Not really," he replied. "It's not like it's winter here. You can think of me as a walking AC."
"Funny." I rolled my eyes. "We should get you checked."
"I'm fine," he assured me. "Remember we took blood tests before we left for the airport? They all came out fine. I'm probably just adjusting to being active versus being glued to the computer desk for hours on end."
He pulled me down into his arms and it made my body grow hotter as I felt him pressed against me. "You worry too much."
"I'm allowed to worry when it comes to my boyfriend," I mumbled against his chest before taking a long inhale of his lingering cologne. He smelled good, which only seemed to make it a better reason to jump him.
Well...I can't jump seeing as I'm already in his arms. Can't we just fuck? Why is it hard for me to get what I want with him?
Unexpectedly, I was rolled right over, until he was pinning me beneath his slim but muscled frame. No way did I try to hide my arousal for him. The sensation of us connected merely by touch was leaving my body tingling as my elements grew hyper with impatience.
"Calvin?" I whispered. "Why...are you so hesitant about this? About us?"
He didn't answer as his eyes scanned my body in pure lust. He was fighting that raging hunger. The desire for me to be his and only his at this moment in time.
"Bad habits die hard," he whispered, leaning lower until he was kissing me lightly on my lips. Like the hot sun blazing against my body, Calvin's mere kiss was burning me up, which only heightened my arousal when pressed against his cold surface.
My hands were being greedy today as they went right for his shirt. I wanted to feel his skin underneath my palms. No, I had to feel him, or my brain would be convinced that he wasn’t still intrigued in me - in us.
I thought he'd stop me, but he sped the process up as I lifted the white material halfway, only for him to pause our kissing to tug it right off and toss it elsewhere. We were kissing again, warmth and desperation beginning a dance of tango as our bodies ground against one another and my hands glided along his back.
I wanted to admire every line of his body, the muscles he loved to hide in clothes as if he wasn't a work of gorgeous art. Did he not realize how hot he was to me? Or that when it was just us in the room, it was hard to think because all I wanted to do was kiss him? Lick him. Make love to him.
Be one with him.
He was the first to moan and deepen the kiss, and boy did I let myself get lost in the swirling sensations that fought to pull me down under. The ache between my legs was growing, and I could only imagine his fingers trailing along my wet folds, let alone his thick cock that was surely waiting to be ridden by my hot pussy.
His body may be cold, but I'd easily warm him up, and I'm sure he knew that.
Our breathless moans and pants that came from long, deep kisses were making the world around us swirl, and when he left my lips to kiss my flesh, I moaned longingly while my feverish skin grew even hotter.
"Hot and cold," he muttered against my skin while he licked the side of my neck. "Why the hell do I want to bite you?"
“I never said you couldn't," I reasoned, loving a little bit of pain and pleasure.
He didn't say more but kissed me long and hard on my flesh while his hand trailed down the side of my body.
Booming thunder exploded in the air, loud enough that it felt like it rocked the island itself.
Calvin pulled back to look out the window, and I did the same as we watched the first set of raindrops begin to fall from the cloudy sky.
"Rain, rain, go away. Come again after I have sex with Calvin," I sang and replaced the words. He looked back to give me a questionable smirk but leaned in and kissed me firmly before he was up and off of me.
"No!" I cried out dramatically enough to have him laughing.
"Duty calls," he encouraged as he reached for his glasses. "We gotta go find your girlfriend."