repeated the caress several times, then spread me wider and went to town.
Caleb was a connoisseur, using every part of his mouth on every part of my pussy until I was one delirious mess.
“Please, Caleb,” I begged when he drove me to the edge for the umpteenth time, only to withdraw. My fingers speared into his hair, tightening when he started to pull away. “Make me come. Please, please, please.”
“Fuck,” he groaned against me right before he sucked my clit into his mouth.
I shot off like a rocket, my legs fighting to close as fireworks exploded behind my closed lids. He kept me wide open, working me into a frenzied orgasm that felt like it would last forever.
Convulsions were still rippling through me when I felt him tug on my zipper and remove my dress.
“Caleb,” I sighed.
“I’m right here, baby. Hold on.” His voice was tight. Edgy.
The sound of ripped foil preceded a hiss from him as he rolled it on; then he crawled over my body. One arm circled my waist, and he tossed me higher up the bed.
“I’ve been craving this since the moment I saw you,” he said, his tongue sliding over one nipple.
My nails dug into his shoulders as fresh waves of pleasure washed over me. “Me, too.”
His mouth curved in a smug smile. “How hot were you for me?” The question was rasped against my throat as he grazed my skin with his teeth. He was marking me. I didn’t care one little bit.
“Umm...”
He paused and tracked the blush creeping up my neck. “You wanted my cock pounding your pretty little pussy even as you were snapping at me, didn’t you?”
I wriggled, half-shamed, half-impatient. “Yes!”
“Don’t fret, baby. You’re going to get it exactly as you wanted it.”
He matched words to action.
With one hand planted next to my head, he trailed the other over my breast, my quivering belly to my pussy. He slid two fingers inside me, his eyes absorbing my reaction. His face tautened at my gasp.
“Please, Caleb, I’m ready. Don’t wait.”
His teeth gritted, but he continued to fuck me with his fingers, stretching me for another minute before he drew my leg higher, and nudged my entrance with his cock.
Slowly, excruciatingly, he pushed inside me, filling me, stretching me to the point of pain. “God, you’re so tight.”
He withdrew. Pushed back in. I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
He tensed. “Lily?”
I shook my head. “I’m good.”
“You’re not good. You’re so fucking small,” he bit out tersely.
I dug my nails into his back. “Don’t stop! Please don’t stop.” I clamped my legs around him, raised my hips to meet his next thrust. Pain and pleasure collided and I screamed.
“Shit!”
“More,” I begged.
A wave of uncertainty flashed across his face. Then it morphed into something else. Something hot and dangerous and guaranteed to send me to another stratosphere. Incredibly, it made me wetter. He felt it on his next thrust when his cock seated deeper inside me.
A mini-roar erupted from his throat. “Jesus, you’re incredible.”
I hauled myself up on one elbow, fused my mouth to his for a hot moment before dropping back down. “More, please, Caleb.”
He didn’t need any more begging. He fucked me until my vision blurred and my heart pounded against my rib cage. Until sweat dripped from his body to mine, and my screams mingled with his thick groans.
Until one last series of pounding ripped me from reality and I blacked out from pleasure. I wasn’t sure how long I blissed out. But when I resurfaced, he was still a hard, unspent presence inside me.
Tension still gripped him and sweat dotted his upper lip. “Did I tell you how much I love watching you come?” he rasped.
I shook my head, stunned by his control.
“Well, I do. I could watch you all day.” He started to move inside me again.
“Oh, God... I can’t.”
He kissed me, hard and quick. “Wrap your legs around me and give me one more, baby. Just one more.”
He caught the heels of my last climax minutes later, unraveling me as he roared his own release. I was fairly sure I passed out again.
When I came to, I was stretched on top of him, his arms clamped around me with his chin resting on top of my head.
My hand trembled as I caressed his chest. “Caleb?”
“Hmm?”
“I... I don’t think I can move.”
A low, deep laugh rumbled from him. “That’s okay. I can’t move, either.”
A happy little note strummed in my heart, the first warning that I had let in a seemingly harmless virus that could potentially compromise my very existence.
Because as I drifted off to sleep it struck me that I would be totally okay if he didn’t move from my bed.
Not tonight.
Not tomorrow.
Not ever.
Caleb
IT WAS SEVEN o’clock and I’d been up for an hour. I should get up. Draw clear lines by returning to my room.
I didn’t engage in cozy heart-to-hearts. I never fell asleep in a woman’s bed. Or, worse, woke up and...lingered.
Yet I couldn’t move.
Because I had no clue where the line was anymore. I’d given Lily the green light to blur it, and I’d completely obliterated it by sleeping with her.
And hell, I’d barely scratched the surface of my need for her. I couldn’t get enough of Lily. Her silky softness. Her smell. The way her eyelids fluttered as she dreamed.
I breathed out slowly, reluctant to wake her even though my eager dick was raring to go again.
One taste and I was addicted. Enough to remain in her bed, enjoying her slight weight draped over me as I waited for her to wake up so I could indulge all over again.
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