At once, his mouth is on mine, deep, aching, and savoring, and all of my resistance ebbs away.
My hands move up and around his neck, bringing us impossibly closer, and Caleb groans softly against my lips.
Everything narrows to that intimate space the moment my back presses against the wall behind me, and every breath fills with such desperation that it feels reminiscent of the first time.
He kisses me like he’s starved for me, like he will never get enough no matter how hard he tries. And I kiss him back like I’ve never stopped wanting him.
His lips trail down my jaw and along my neck before he settles at my pulse point, nipping softly at my skin while he pulls in a deep breath. Every touch sends brutal heat through my system, encouraged by every greedy sound he muffles against me.
My breath falters as I endure the endless barrage of kisses and bites, feeling him everywhere at once. Then, his hands grip my thighs, and he squeezes my flesh, lifting me easily.
“Tell me you feel this,” Caleb murmurs in between kisses against my throat.
“I do,” I admit, words leaving me unguarded and shaking. “I do.”
He hums against my neck before moving back up to rest his forehead against mine, lips still brushing mine. “Then let me have you.”
I want to say I hesitate, but having him like this, pressed against me and just as hungry as I feel, I don’t.
Without an ounce of regret, I nod.
His restraint snaps, and he’s kissing me again. Despite the heat, it’s slow and claiming while he pulls me away from the wall and moves backwards into the living room without breaking contact.
Feeling the couch cushions against my back, I ease into them while Caleb follows, lowering himself above me and capturing my mouth with more need. More searing want.
Our hands are everywhere at once, far too impatient to give this time. After everything, it’s like we can’t wait anymore.
We grip and pull at each other’s clothes without even looking, too immersed in chasing each other’s lips to care.
I don’t have any second thoughts as I feel him pulling fabric away from my body, moving my sweater up before guiding my bottoms down enough to leave me in just my underwear. At the same time, I’m hurrying to get him just as bare.
It’s hurried and messy, but it doesn’t matter. The moment we’re down to a thin layer between us, Caleb presses his body against mine with one hand on my hip and the other gliding through my hair while he devours my mouth.
A pleasant haze fills my head all the while, able to feel everything he’s been holding back since the last time I allowed him to touch me like this.
I want to believe I could stop him if I wanted to, but with him kissing me so passionately, I know that’s out of the question. I never want him to stop. And I never want to be without this.
“You make me feel like I’m losing my mind,” Caleb murmurs, breaking the kiss to move down my neck again, giving every sensitive place as much attention as possible before he moves on. “Only you can do this to me.”
I shudder as he tugs at my bra straps, guiding them down in time with his lips moving along the valley of my breasts.
A soft moan slips from my lips as he paws at my chest, groaning to himself before he undoes it and drops the fabric aside. With his mouth on my skin directly, I arch into the touch at the immediate sparks of pleasure that scar with ease.
Satisfied by this, he slips a hand under me, pressing against my spine while he flicks his tongue against one of my nipples. Then, he continues his momentum south.
My body feels like it’s on fire all the while, anticipation rippling through me.
His hands glide down my waist and hips before his fingers hook into the waistband of my panties, tugging them as he goes.
Despite being completely bare beneath him, I don’t feel exposed. I feel liberated.
His lips reach my inner thighs, making me shiver as he parts them and moves even closer.
Without wasting more time, making his intentions crystal clear, Caleb moves in, brushing more kisses against me before settling where I ache for him.
The second his tongue brushes against my clit, my eyes shut, and I moan for him.
His grip on my hips tightens in response, and with a teasing air, he flicks his tongue a few times before giving me the pressure I need.
