“You’re wearing too many clothes.” I pulled at his T-shirt. “I want to see.”
“You’ve seen me without a T-shirt before.” He pulled it off anyway, keeping himself braced over me with one hand, his knees either side of my hips.
“But I wasn’t allowed to look properly.”
“I wouldn’t have minded,” he said, before dipping his head down to my breast, taking the nipple in his mouth and looking up at me all the while. He cupped his hand in between my legs, his thumb stroking my inner thigh where I knew I was wet and sticky. Then his mouth switched to my other breast, his lips pulling there, then his tongue swirled about my nipple, stiffening it into a peak.
His mouth travelled south, his body shifting down the bed, his feet reaching the floor and then he pulled me down too, throwing my legs over his shoulders.
“Has anyone done this before?”
I lifted my arms to watch him, propping my arms behind me so I could watch as he licked from my centre to my clit. I felt like I was too wet, soaking there, torn between the pleasure that brought and shyness at Caleb being there.
My friend Caleb.
I wasn’t sure if that made it better or worse.
“How does that feel?” The punctuation was him tonguing my clit. “Does it feel good?”
“Yes.” I paused, worrying. “Do you like it? Doing that.”
He laughed, sending vibrations to my core. “I think eating you out will be my favourite meal.”
He didn’t wait for a response, bowing his head and putting his attention back between my legs, driving me to the edge too quickly, my orgasm rinsing away any shyness as my body was wrecked again.
When he lifted himself back over me, his sweatpants had been lost and he was naked, his cock hard, his arms tense either side of me.
“Are you on birth control?” He was holding his breath?
I nodded, my hands exploring his bare back, one slipping onto his chest. “The shot every three months.”
“I’ll use a condom anyway but just to be sure. Or do you want to stop now?” He didn’t let me speak, taking my mouth with his in a kiss that was deep and soft and made me wrap my legs around his hips, his cock pressing against my lower stomach and below.
“I don’t want to stop. I want to have sex.” I felt like I would die if I didn’t feel him in me.
“Okay, they’re in my bedside drawer.” He nodded over to my right. “Get one out.”
We moved higher up the bed and I shifted so I could reach his drawer, his mouth on my breast again, a hand back between my legs with gentle fingers making slight, soft strokes over my clit.
I found the box of condoms, just three or four left and took one out, opening the wrapper while Caleb switched lazily to my other boob, looking up at me.
“Are you going to put it on?” He sat up on his knees, his cock demanding all the attention. I saw the bead of pre-cum at the tip and wondered how it’d taste. “You can do that another time, if you want.”
I looked back up at him. “How did you know what I was thinking?”
“I was hoping that was what you were thinking.” He ran a hand up and down his cock. “I was just lucky to be right. Do you want me to show you how to put it on?”
“Please.” I held up the condom, then watched as he guided my hands over his cock, hearing him gasp as my fingers ran over the silk covering steel.
Then he shifted back down, his mouth back on my breast, kissing and sucking and licking, trailing his mouth over my chest and to my jaw, kissing me a little rougher now, his hips pressing against mine, his cock resting between my legs, the length of it pressing against my clit.
We moved together, slight hitches that created fiction, his cock moving closer and closer to where I felt like I needed it, my ankles hooking over his calves.
“I’m sure. You don’t need to ask me again.” I wasn’t going to change my mind and I doubted he was going to change his.
“Okay.” There was concern in his eyes. “I think it’ll feel uncomfortable, but I’ve got you really wet.” His grin was smug. “If you want me to pause, I will.”
He kissed me again, harder, more demanding, and while he did, he lined his cock up with my entrance and started to press, entering me slowly, stopping to let me adjust, his expression tense.
