Kiss.
He’s topless and I’m in nothing but my best set of bra and panties.
He kisses me with passion, and I feel that passion deep in my core even though we haven’t started yet with anything inside.
I come up for air in between kisses, but Caleb disappears from my side. His hands clamp firmly around my legs, widening them so he can fit his head in between.
I suck in a sharp breath to stabilize myself for something I don’t think I’ll be able to handle…and then I combust as soon as his tongue meets my clit in one slow lick.
Both body and world tremble, with no guarantee of a recovery afterward. He shakes every nerve in my body in the best possible way, his lips smacking the same way they did with the s’more.
As soon as I look down, I explode. I’ve never crushed on a man before, never fallen for a man. But when I first glimpsed Caleb in Bean There, I knew the world was never gonna be the same again.
I melt around his mouth and let the desire seep into every area of my body. When it disappears, I’m desperate for more.
“Get inside of me,” I demand.
Caleb chuckles slowly, still between my thighs mopping up my wetness with his expert tongue. “All manners go out the window when you’re turned on.”
“Please!” I beg like a damsel in distress. “I need to feel you…inside.”
Oh. Fuck.
I didn’t think there was anything better than his tongue on me.
Oh, how I was wrong.
Caleb is feeding more of his length into me one careful inch at a time. I’m already full with his dick, but there’s still more of him to come.
“Holy shit.” I widen my legs as far as they can go to accommodate him. It takes my body a few moments to adjust.
Or at least try to.
“We’ll go slow,” he assures me, gently withdrawing to slide right back in.
I feel his warmth everywhere. In my organs. My skin. The deepest part of my stomach stirs with feeling as he thrusts back inside a third time. His presence is literally making me feel things I don’t know how to explain.
I’m certain that I’m in love with this man.
Is that bad?
He’s thirty-two and I’m not even twenty.
We’re polar opposites in the bedroom department.
In life.
But the fact that Caleb is considering prolonging his stay here suggests that he doesn’t know what direction his life is headed in either.
And that soothes me. Because for the longest time, I thought I was alone in feeling that way.
The pleasure rips through my body, moans spilling out of me uncontrollably. I grab Caleb’s shoulders and squeeze hard, using him as an anchor.
When my climax has passed, he asks gently, “How are you feeling?” He finds my eyes, sweat beading on his brow.
I kiss him on the lips and taste the salt in his sweat combined with the taste of me. I never thought I’d enjoy the taste of myself so much. But I think that’s because it’s coming from him.
His length slides in and out of me now with ease. His pace gets quicker, and my need for him becomes more demanding. I squeeze his shoulders tighter and do all I can do to get him closer. An arched back. Spread legs. It never feels like enough.
