“You want me on my back so you can fuck me, don’t you?” I straddled him, capturing his hands and placing them on my breasts.
He nodded, his hands starting to play. I shifted my hips and took hold of his cock, hearing his sharp intake of air as I touched him, guiding the tip to the entrance of my pussy.
I braced myself, not sure if I’d ever be used to the size of him, inching down and trying to let my body get used to the pressure, Caleb’s finger pressed against my clit, rubbing small circles, the other toying with my breast, distraction techniques that made my body hum and adjust, my hips starting to find a slow rhythm, one I knew would build and build and build until it burned in the best way possible.
The curtains were open, the view over the sea exposed. Peter Cash could be out there now, having found where we were, found some way to spy on us and I didn’t care. I made my own decisions, I had the gift of free will and I wanted to choose Caleb.
The thought was heady. My rhythm sped up, friction building, muscles tightening. Caleb’s hands were on my hips, guiding the rhythm some, his own movements in time with mine, his eyes spellbound between where we were joined and my tits. He was obsessed with my breasts, his hands finding them whenever he could get away with it, which had been often.
“You feel fucking amazing.” He slowed us down. “I don’t know how I’m going to manage without this when I’m away.” He pinched and pulled at one of my nipples, something that drove me insane and he knew it. “I need to memorise how your tits look when you’re bouncing on my cock. It’s one of the best things I’ve ever seen.”
“I think I’ll go insane without this.” I was taking him deep now, fully seated, my body on fire, tensing and tightening as my orgasm approached, my legs starting to turn boneless again.
He pulled me off him suddenly, making me groan. “Turn around, hands and knees.” His hand slapped my arse lightly as I did as he’d said; I’d have done pretty much anything he said right now, if he brought me to orgasm again.
“This is mine.” I felt the head of his cock at my entrance, his hand on my shoulder, steadying me, and then he took me from behind, easing all the way in, the sensation of being fully filled even more than it was before.
He fucked me well, his hand grasping hold of my hair and tugging on it, keeping the same beat as his cock, his mouth occasionally taking mine in messy kisses, then biting on my shoulder. I came hard and wet and messily, body strung out well used, coming to my senses just before Caleb’s dick felt bigger, his thrusts harder and deeper, slower, and then he exploded inside me.
We collapsed down onto the bed, his weight pinning me down, both of us breathing heavily.
“Jesus. I think I just died.” He bit my shoulder again lightly. “I don’t think I can move.”
“Then don’t move. They’ll find our bodies eventually.”
He laughed, his body shaking, his dick still moving slightly, still hard, inside me. I wanted to go again – maybe it was because I would’ve been ovulating or something, or maybe it was because my sex drought had only just ended. I clenched his cock, squeezing my muscles.
“Instead of dying, can we do that again?” I managed to turn around to look at him. “How much of a break do you need?”
“Give me twenty minutes with your tits and I guarantee you at least two orgasms.” His mouth found mine, the kiss slow and deep and somehow bossy.
Caleb was understated outside of the bedroom. He was tall and broad and easily noticed, but he was also easy going.
In the bedroom was a bit of a different story, I’d found so far. He was confident and skilled, and he knew he had a talent. He made me feel desired and sexy and wanted, and I wanted him to feel the same from me.
“You can have all the time you want with them. To be honest, I’m surprised you haven’t named them.” I needed to pee before we had a second round, be healthy and all that. I also needed to remember to check when I was due for my next contraceptive shot.
Sex hadn’t been on the menu for almost a year. I’d wondered if part of the reason I hadn’t been able to keep my hands off Caleb had been because of the drought, but now I wasn’t sure that was even a small reason.
“How do you know I haven’t named them,” he said as he pulled himself out of me, still half hard, then kissed my neck with only a small nip of his teeth. “I just mightn’t have told you to your face.”
“Have you named them?” I shifted off the bed, aware of the wetness between my legs. “Seriously?”
His grin was dazzling. “No, not yet.” He knelt down in front of me, just the right height to take a nipple in his mouth, teasing it softly, not touching me anywhere else.
“I need to go to the bathroom first.”
He gave one last suck and moved away. “Okay. Don’t take too long. I’m missing them already.”
I was quick and was rewarded with another two orgasms as promised.
Six Years Ago
“Cay, I’m sorry I missed your calls – where are you?” I could tell he was driving, the hands free in his car picking up too much background noise.
“On my way to your house.”
“Caleb – I thought you had lectures tomorrow?” I knew he had; it was the last week of the university term and he was a professor in his first year, the successful candidate out of about twenty who’d applied. He students relied on him and this was his dream job for now.
