“I’m gonna be the first to make love to you.”
Her heartbeat was heard in her ears. It was as if time slowed at his absolute command. The confession tore her apart in ways that no words could ever describe, and built her back up with bricks of love, with stones of respect, and a foundation of trust and friendship. It made him happy to see tears pricked at the corner of her eyes, and then one by one they fell, and they fell for him. Everything was for him. Every breath shebreathed belonged to him. He leaned over and claimed her lips with his. His thick accent came like beautiful honey, “Go ahead baby, cry. Cry it all out. I wanna bring the woman outta you.”
She curled her fingers into his hair, shaking with the way he mounted her. All the things he straightened out of her, all the tough lessons about self-respect he gave her came flooding back in sugary memories. She panted, “You already have.”
Caleb felt the skin around his shaft blistering to a breaking point. The head of his cock throbbed with sensitivity against his jeans, but before he could truly take her, he remembered one thing he had texted but deleted it before he sent it. He was going to taste her for as long as he wanted.
Evie reached down to grab his sweater and shirt along with it, and he ducked down so that she could remove them. Now her eyes feasted on his beautiful manscape of a body, with a perfectly rounded chest, rigid nipples, and softly defined abs. His biceps flexed a bit, and his obliques caved when he reached above his head to scratch it.
She sat straight up, grabbed him by his waist, and placed her full lips around his left nipple. He exhaled loudly, “Damn, woman!”
Evie grabbed his back with clawing nails and pulled him back on top of her. His hands crushed the mattress down with its weak and aged springs, and his chest hovered over her. With closed eyes, his lips trembled. She licked his nipple and worshipped the subtle salt of his skin. Over and over again, she blew his mind with how loving she could be, and even Caleb himself never had a woman treat him so fuckinggood. Her hands were felt everywhere.
The lights hadn’t even been turned on yet, and they weren’t needed. They didn’t care about the lights. There was enough coming in from the parking lot. Her tongue’s dancing and lips suckling on his nipple were insanely erotic to him, and he wanted her to have it. Within his lust, he needed to give it to her. He slipped down so that they were eye-to-eye and kissed her, holding her throat gently. He needed to be very careful with her, as someone so abused could easily switch. “Stay,” he ordered in an airy, deep voice.
Evie looked up as he slid down slowly, each movement causing the mattress to creak and his breath to become louder. “Caleb,” she begged,and he knewexactlywhat she was begging for. To have him lick her, kiss her, let her soak the sheets with pleasure. “Oh my God, please!” He hadn’t even gotten her sweater lifted to kiss her stomach, and when he did, the soft and plush skin was finally his to devour. He pushed his strong and rugged hands all the way up her sensitive sides, pushing her bra up with it. Evie’s breasts were exposed to the air.
He had her sit up, removed her top and her bra quickly, and held her back to guide her down to the bed, kissing her all the way down. Her shoulders shrugged with excitement, and her brows pursed with his kisses. His right hand glided all the way across her left breast, and she nearly screamed when he took her nipple into his mouth. She grabbed his hair and gasped hard. With the ache breaking between her legs, Evie was completely subdued by his pleasure. He kissed lower and began pushing his tanned hand down under her sweatpants and onto her left hip. He was going to pull down her pants but instead stopped to trace his large hand around to the front underneath her panties.
She opened her legs further immediately.
Caleb’s hand covered her entirely with a warm and massive presence. She breathed quicker, feeling how large it was on her. He felt her sweltering heat and lips being full and hot. Evie arched her back and twisted her head to the right, and he knew exactly what she wanted when she did that, and he gave it to her. Caleb rose to her face, and his teeth bit down in her erogenous zone on her neck, and the pressure was perfect. His middle finger touched her wet clit.
She screamed.
There was no stopping her hips from grinding against his finger. She wrapped her right arm around his muscled upper back and felt the muscles twitching on his right shoulder from the work he was doing. His moans were muffled into her throat, and her yelps came in rapid pants with tightly closed eyes. Evie dug her other hand’s nails into his arm, feeling every twitch and contraction.
Knotting came in her stomach as her hips swelled with pressure, and his finger continued to glide over her clit in perfect rhythm. But then strangely, a thought came to his mind. She was such a people-pleaser and always did everything to makehimhappy. Knowing this, the horriblethought came to him that she could befaking it. No woman got that worked up over something so simple. At least, not to his knowledge.
He stopped biting her neck and removed his hand so that he could use it to redirect her attention to him. He then went back to her working her clit, and asked, “Do you like this?”
She gathered herself. “I do.”
“You sure?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because I know how much you like to make people happy. This ain’t about me right now, baby. This is about you. Do you like it?”
Evie paused and clutched his arms. “I do, but…”
“But what?” he asked peacefully, keeping his face close to hers. He stopped his finger.
“I’d really like to cum with you licking me out. I’ve never had it before.”
If Caleb could go back in time and punch every fucking man she’d ever had, he would’ve done it. The thought of nestling his face between those milky and velvety thighs made his breath unstable and his nerves shot. He lovingly kissed her and whispered, “Anything you want.”
It then occurred to Evie that she hadn’t showered that day, and she hadn’t shaved in a month. Her confidence in the situation fell apart and she kept her legs closed tightly, regretting her decision. How embarrassing it would be for him to have her when she wasn’t completely fresh, clean, and smooth.
That damn fucking depression.
He swept his hands to take control of hers and guided them above her head to the mattress. Each of his fingers traced slowly down her wrists with electrifying pulses and tickled her inner arm, across her breasts tenderly, then curved down her stomach around her waist, and his mouth kissed everywhere it could. Caleb untied her sweatpants string and with one firm yank, pulled them lower until the unshaven surface of her lush pubic skin was revealed for his eyes to feast on. Evie twisted her hips and then arched her back, feeling his breath so close to pushing her to the edge.
She closed her legs tighter and he grabbed her hips hard. He warned, “Don’t you dare.”
She tried to sit up. What a horrible battlefield of the mind.
But Caleb pushed her back down and said to her, “I don’t give a shit what you’re feeling self-conscious about. You’re beautiful.”
