He chuckles at my disorientation. “There she is.” He slows the rhythm of his thrusts, holding back but not stopping. He plants a peck on my back. “Lost you there for a second.” He kisses the sensitive spot where my neck and collarbone join. His lips travel to my ear. I can hear the smile in his voice when he asks, “How was heaven, baby girl?”
Goose bumps bloom across my skin, sending chills down my spine.
“Fuck that’s hot,” I breathe out.
He moans at my response. No more holding back, he thrusts forward, hard and fast. His grip digs into my skin as he forges deeper inside me. I arch my back and cry out.
Between thrusts, he grunts out, “You’re a bad girl for wanting to take all of me like that before you’re ready.”
“I want you,” I pant.
“Tempting.” Thrust. “Vicious.” Thrust. “Mine,” he growls.
“Yes,” I breathe.
And while I do agree, he could’ve said anything, true or not, and I would have sanctioned it.
With a low and impatient snap, he spanks my ass once more and demands, “Say it.”
“Tempting. Vicious. Yours.”
He moans his suffering. Still wedged deep inside me, he slows his rhythm from hard and fast, to slow and deep, trying to delay his own impending orgasm, then withdraws completely.
“On your back. I want to watch you come for me.”
But Caleb’s patience can’t survive the wait for me to switch positions. He flips me onto my back, quickly positioning himself at my entrance again and slides himself in with ease.
He lightly chokes me and uses my neck as leverage for his thrusts.
My mind goes foggy in the most delicious way as oxygen slowly leaves my brain and heaven is within reach again.
“Stay with me, baby girl,” he coaches.
My mouth forms an O.His words.Goddess, his words. He eases up on my airway, so I can breathe again.
“Touch yourself again.”
I shake my head and whine, “I can’t. It’s too much.”
“Yes, you can. Rub your clit and make that pussy feel good for me.”
My hand dives between us and strokes that sensitive spot. I arch my back and sing for him, moaning his name.
“That’s it. That’s my good girl.” He releases my throat, posting his arms to my sides and looks down at me, watching me with unbridled heat as I touch myself. “Fuck. Yeah, that’s hot. Keep doing that. You’re gonna be so sore for me, baby girl.”
It isn’t long until I’m there again.
“Mmm, shit, I love the way you grip me.”
“Caleb,” I cry out, warning him of the impending wave soon to crash through me and drown us both.
“I know.” Lust glows in his eyes. “I’m close.”
And so am I. His thrusts have me writhing beneath him. Like a ship at sea, I’m caught in the waves. I can’t see or think right when stuck in the storm of his scent, touch and voice.
Laced with primal hunger, he commands, “Look at me.”
Completely disoriented, the only thing leading me through this haze speaks to me. “Look at me, or I’ll stop.”
