"You have no idea, Mrs. Bennett."
My heart flutters and I lean forward, trying to move closer to him, so he shifts my legs until my feet are on the ground. "How well do you want to know me?" I whisper, leaning in to kiss him.
"So well, I can read your body like a map. Will you teach me how to do that?"
His lips consume mine in a scorching kiss, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth then biting it. I moan into him, my fingers threading through the hair at the back of his neck, tugging just enough to make him growl low in his chest. His tongue sweeps in, claiming every inch while his hands slide up my thighs, gripping so hard I gasp.
We break for air, foreheads pressed together and I'm panting. “Inside,” I whisper, and he hauls me up from the bench like I weigh nothing.
My legs wrap around his waist instinctively as he stands, carrying me backward through the sliding glass door. The porch screen rattles shut behind us as we stumble across the living room, mouths fused again, teeth clashing in the rush. His stubble scrapes my chin deliciously rough, and I rock against the hard ridge of his erection trapped between us.
Caleb’s shoulder bumps the wall in the hallway, knocking a picture frame crooked, but he doesn’t stop. One big hand cupsmy ass, the other fists my shirt, yanking it up so his palm brands bare skin at my lower back.
“Bedroom?” he rasps against my mouth, and I point blindly past his ear. He pivots, kicking the half-open door wider with his boot.
We crash through, lips never parting and in seconds my back hits the mattress edge. I tug his shirt up and off in one desperate pull, and he groans when my nails drag down his chest. Then retaliates by peeling my top away, mouth latching onto the swell of my breast above my bra.
“God, you're salty,” he mutters, sucking a mark there while his fingers work my jeans open. I arch into him, heels digging into the back of his thighs, pulling him closer. Having him between my legs feels perfect, and I reach down to palm the hard length straining inside his jeans.
Our kisses turn deeper as his fingers trace the edge of my panties, teasing me. I whisper his name and he answers by sliding one thick digit under the lace, finding me soaked and ready.
Caleb groans against my mouth, pumping his finger slowly while his thumb circles my clit. I buck into his hand, needing more. He pulls back just enough to strip the rest of my clothes off, dragging my jeans and panties down my legs in one rough motion. His eyes darken as he stares at me, completely bare. Then he stands and shoves his own jeans and boxers down, kicking them aside.
When he crawls back down over me, I wrap my legs around his waist and he lines himself up. The blunt head of his cock presses against my entrance, stretching me as he pushes in, making mehiss. I'll never get over the feeling of him being in me when I'm this worked up. It's exquisite.
“Fuck, you feel perfect,” he rasps, burying his face in my neck. He starts thrusting and finding that spot inside me that makes my eyes roll back.
“Shit, Caleb… right there." My voice catches as he hits a spot deep inside me that makes me suck in a breath.
He keeps his rhythm steady, hips rolling with control. “Yeah? You like it right there?” he asks, and I can feel his smile against my cheek.
I groan in pleasure and moan, “Yes. Don’t stop. It feels so good.”
Caleb grunts softly and maintains the same angle, thrusting deeper each time. “God, you’re so wet,” he mutters, gripping my hip with one hand. “Feels fucking amazing.”
I run my hands down his back and feel his muscles shift under my palms as I lift my hips to meet his thrusts. “Harder,” I whimper between ragged breaths. Every time he drives into me it’s better, I feel fuller. I could get used to this.
He adjusts immediately, driving into me with more force while keeping the same steady pace. Sweat starts to slick our skin where we press together, and I close my eyes and focus on the way every thrust sends sparks through me. I'm losing control, ready to spill over, and he slows a little.
“You getting close?” he asks, and he's panting too.
“Yeah,” I pant. “Please…”
Caleb's thrusts become robotic and perfect. Exactly what I need to free my body to feel bliss. The pressure builds in my core,growing tighter and more intense with each stroke. My legs start to shake and I clutch his shoulders.
“Oh, God… Caleb,” I gasp.
The orgasm crashes over me suddenly. My back arches off the bed as powerful waves of pleasure surge through my body. My walls tighten and pulse around his dick in strong, rhythmic contractions, squeezing him over and over as heat floods every nerve. The climax rolls through me in long, deep pulses that leave me gasping and dizzy, my thighs quivering uncontrollably against his sides. It lingers with smaller aftershocks following until I’m completely spent and limp and my chest is heaving.
He keeps thrusting slowly as the last aftershocks fade, and I shift beneath him, still breathing hard. “Mmm, God, that was amazing," I moan, but he's not done yet.
Caleb pulls out carefully and lies back on the bed, pulling at me like he wants me on top. So I swing my leg over and straddle him, lowering myself onto his cock inch by inch until he is fully inside again. We both groan at the same time.
“This feels deeper,” I say, starting to rock my hips slowly. “You’re so deep.”
His hands settle on my waist, and he grabs me, guiding my movements. “Yeah, well you're in charge. Ride me however you want,” he growls, and I get the sense he's really enjoying this. “I like watching you like this.”
I brace my palms on his chest and start rising and falling. The slick sounds grow louder as I pick up speed, leaning forward a bit, grinding down so my clit gets stimulated. “Touch me here,” I tell him, taking his hand and placing it between my legs.
