Cal keeps his gaze locked with mine while wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure runs through my body. My eyes close for a second, and he growls—literally, growls—so I snap them open again.

After I come down from the celestial cloud Cal brought me to, he moves his fingers away from me and leans up on his arm to kiss me. I expect it to be a long, tantalizing kiss, but he moves away long before I'm ready for him to.

"That was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he tells me in a quiet voice. The sincerity in his eyes makes my heart flutter. It's the sweetest thing I've ever heard. I smile up at him, and he brushes his lips against my forehead.

"I'm gonna go shower."

Abruptly, he's climbing off the bed and disappearing into the bathroom.

Did I do something wrong?

When I hear the shower turn on, I stare up at the ceiling and go over what just happened. The memories, though extremely recent, have my cheeks burning.

The way he touched me. The things he said. Recalling what just took place causes a sensation to come over me that has me pressing my legs together.

I didn't know it would feel like that. I already want to experience it again.

I glance toward the bathroom door that Cal disappeared behind. I can't help myself; I'm picturing him in the shower. I don't feel bad about it either.

After all, he just saw me naked. I actually feel a little cheated since he never took his boxers off. Even if I was—okay, I still am—a little terrified of what he's got underneath them.

I notice a towel at the foot of the bed and sit up. My eyes roam to the towel I used which is still lying on the floor where I dropped it earlier.

I look back at the towel on the bed. Cal must have gotten one from Vee too, but it's not going to do him any good out here.

I've found my excuse.

I scramble off the bed, pick up the towel, and walk to the attached bathroom, but when I pause outside the door, I hear a low groan.

Is he okay in there?

"Cal?" I call out as I quickly open the door and rush in to see what the problem is.

"Fuck!" He opens the shower curtain halfway. "You okay, baby?" He looks momentarily worried. but seems to relax quickly when he sees that I'm fine.

My eyes fall down his body to where he's holding himself in a firm grip and then shoot back up to look at his face.

"Yes, um... I-I brought you your towel. I heard you groan and thought maybe..." I drift off when I notice he's now moving his arm. I can't keep my eyes from trailing down his body again.

His hand which was holding his dick in a firm grip is now sliding back and forth over it.

"That's sweet of you, angel," he replies, causing my eyes to quickly move back up to his face. His knowing grin tells me he caught me staring. "Really glad you decided to come in. The real thing is so much better than any mental picture I could come up with."

I allow myself to look down again and watch with fascination, since he didn't seem upset in the least when he caught me staring. If anything, he seemed pleased.

"The real thing?" I ask, trying to make sense of his words. Fully clothed Cal has a way of making my brain process everything at a much slower pace than normal. Naked Cal, with his erection in his hand, has basically caused my brain to short-circuit.

"You," he answers as he starts to pump himself faster. "Especially with… the way you're… watching me right now." The sentence is broken up into fragments, making it sound like he's having a difficult time speaking.

Why is this so hot? I can't take my eyes off him.

"Fuck, baby. You want to take over?"

Take over? As in, take his dick in my hand?

Actually... I think I do.

"Yes?" I answer, feeling a little hesitant. I look up at his face.

"Yah?" He somehow looks tortured and thrilled simultaneously. He also looks beautiful. The water droplets on his skin seem to be begging my tongue to lick them off. He's perfect, even with a black eye.

"Yes," I say, with more confidence this time. I step closer to the shower to join him.

He releases himself to grab me by my hips and pulls me under the water with him. In his haste, he slips on the wet shower floor and falls against the wall, pulling me along with him.

I giggle, but he quickly puts a stop to the sound when he catches my mouth with his.

As he kisses me, he runs one of his hands from my hip up my side. He makes a quick detour to massage my breast and tweak my nipple, causing me to gasp into his kiss. He smirks against my lips and then trails his hand down my arm to grip my wrist.

He breaks the kiss to watch my face while he pulls my hand toward his erect penis. When my palm touches him, his other hand releases my hip as well, and he uses it to curl my fingers around his hard length.

He studies my face like he's looking for a sign from me. As soon as I offer him a smile, his eyes drop from mine to look down, and he whispers, "Fuck," in a way that sounds reverent.

I follow his line of vision to take in the same erotic sight.

He lets go of my wrist but keeps his other hand over mine and uses it to guide my hand up and then back down. He repeats the motion a few times, then squeezes my hand and says, "Grip me tighter, baby."

I do as he says and feel a sense of empowerment when he lets out a low groan and moves his hand from mine to rest on my hip again. He's given me control.

I falter for half a second but recover quickly and keep up the motion he mapped out for me. I enjoy the way he feels in my hand. I marvel at the smoothness of his skin.

"You're amazing," he tells me in a husky voice. I had just been thinking the same thing about him.

I look up at his face and find him still watching my hand on him with rapt attention. Feeling bold, I reach for him with my other hand and grip the top of his erection.

He slams his hand against the wall as if he's trying to brace himself and begins to rock his hips in time with my movements. "Fuck. Yes. My girl would be a fucking natural," he praises.

His words are all the encouragement I need. I lean forward to lick some droplets from his chest like I had imagined doing earlier.

"Baby," he growls the pet name, and his hand resting against my hip snakes around my back to grab my other hip from behind.

Without warning, his hand drops from its place against the wall and moves between my legs. His arm along my back and the grip he has on my hip holds me firmly in place as he presses two fingers roughly against me.

I'm taken completely by surprise. The rough contact of his fingers where I'm still sensitive has me letting out a scream, and my hands grip him tightly.

“Shit,” he breathes the word out while gentling his movements. “Too much?”

I quickly shake my head, and Cal gives me a tight smile before nuzzling his face against my throat. His fingers work against me, and in no time, my body is revving up with what's now a familiar feeling.

"Cal," I cry out his name. Is it even possible to have another orgasm so soon?

"Stroke. My fucking. Cock. Emy," he demands through gritted teeth, and I realize I've just been clinging to him without moving my hands since he reached between my legs.

I rectify my mistake, and seconds later, I watch in fascination as Cal reaches his climax. Mine follows immediately after.