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Caleb grumbled. “Stay put. If you move, I will slap your ass until it’s pink.”

He jumped from the bed, leaving me stunned with my mouth agape, and walked into the bathroom. I heard a drawer open, and close, and then the telltale sound of a belt buckle hitting the floor. I looked to the side just as he reappeared, wearing nothing but white boxer briefs tented by an impressive erection. In his hand was a string of Trojan condoms. He threw them next to me, and climbed back between my legs, a glint of male determination flashing in his eyes.

“We’re using all of those?” I asked, my voice quiet, and a little nervous.

“Depends,” replied Caleb. He threw his shirt from the bed, and spread my legs again. “I don’t know how much you can handle, but I’m sure as fuck going to find out.”

With his one hand splayed on my inner thigh, Caleb sucked two of his fingers into his mouth and then started rubbing my clit. I sucked in a breath, grabbing a hold of the comforter and fisting the fabric.

“Already so wet,” he murmured. He watched my face, the way my cheeks had started to redden, and the way my lids started to drop, and then looked at what his fingers were doing. I felt him finger my entrance, and when he slowly pushed his finger inside, my back arched, my knees bent a little more.

“Mmmm,” I whimpered, squeezing my eyes closed. Caleb took that as an invitation to insert a second finger, and when the rough pad brushed up against my sensitive g-spot, I cried out.

“Ssshhhh,” whispered Caleb. “You’re going to have stay quiet, sweet Kadence, or I’ll stop.”

I shook my head, pleading with him not to stop, but didn’t dare speak in case he was serious about the threat. I was already so close, and if I didn’t get that release, get that earth-shattering moment, I was surely going to die.

“Please,” I exhaled. “God, please Caleb.”

Without another word, Caleb curled his fingers up, and pressed his thumb against my clit. He rubbed, and rubbed, applying more and more pressure until I couldn’t take much more. That feeling of exquisite pleasure erupted between my legs and my body shook with delicious violence.

Sweet Mother of all that is Holy.

Every sense was heightened, and I was aware of every physical reaction, including every movement Caleb made. With my eyes closed, and my chest heaving, I felt the bed dip once, and then a second time before I heard the tearing of a wrapper. I wanted to open my eyes, and I tried, but between the rippling of my muscles, and the breathtaking tiredness that followed an orgasm, I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

But when Caleb rubbed the blunt head of his erection through my pussy lips, and over my sensitive clit, my eyes shot open. He looked up, his gaze latching onto my wide-eyed stare, and slowly started pushing his cock inside me. Not once did he look away, and it was the most sensual and raw moment I’d ever experienced with another human being. My mouth opened, but nothing came out, and I felt the willingness with which my body opened to him. He slid out, his stomach tightening with restraint, and pushed back in. The stretch, so acute and yet so perfect, captured the very breath in my lungs, and robbed me of air. Caleb groaned, and then thrusted once, making the very tip of him touch me as deep as he could. The slight discomfort from his size didn’t last long. It was quickly replaced by a fullness so perfect, and unrestrained that I wondered how I could have never experienced it before.

“Fuck.” Caleb looked down, his breathing heavy and uneven, and then he lifted his gaze back to me.

“Okay?”

I swallowed, and gave a slight nod, feeling overwhelmed by the multitude of feelings running through my limbs, and thoughts running through my head. I’d fantasized about sex with Caleb since I was seventeen years old, but I never could have prepared myself for how it would finally feel to have him inside me.

In all honesty, it frightened me, and my greatest fear suddenly became that one night wouldn’t be enough, that I wouldn’t be the same when it was all over in the morning.

Caleb started moving, and I shoved all those thoughts aside. I wasn’t about to ruin the experience by thinking about tomorrow. I wanted to be present, and feel everything as it happened.

I hitched my knees under Caleb’s arms, and whimpered when the slight move changed his angle. He grunted, running his hands up my back, and bringing my breasts closer to his mouth. He sucked a pebbled nipple between his lips, and I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out. It was sensory overload, the way he pushed his hard cock inside me, the way his hands kneaded my back, the way his tongue lavished my nipples.

I wanted more, but I also wanted him to slow down so that we could savor it. Catching on to the way my own rhythm slowed, Caleb popped a nipple from his mouth, and kissed me hard. I held onto his neck, and kissed him back, and when we parted purely out of necessity, he said, “I want to slow down, but fuck Kadence, I don’t think I can.”

“Then d-don’t,” I stuttered. “Show me what you want.”

Caleb’s eyes flared, and he sat back as he took hold of my hips. He pushed into me, hard, again and again until I was a writhing, sweaty mess clawing at his body in desperate need of release. He teased me, relentlessly making my body bow to his every whim, and when I finally broke, it was magnificent. Caleb silenced my cry with a searing kiss, and then his body tensed. He shook, wrapped his hand behind my neck, and triggering a second orgasm for me. He panted, and after a few minutes released me from his hold. He gently wiped the tears falling from my temples, and gave me a sated smile.

“You have five minutes to catch your breath.” He slapped my butt, and then muffled my cry. “It’s going to be a long night.”