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While I wanted to drag out this delicious bliss and let it last forever, I could not stop my body from giving in. He was just a few strokes in when I exploded and clasped my thighs around his head. Just a few little strokes of his tongue, and I came apart, shattering into a thousand pieces and screaming his name.
I was helpless, pinned like a butterfly beneath him, and I wanted it more and more.
Chapter 9 – Harlee
His tongue was as long as his middle finger, and he found it his mission to not stop. I was still tingling from climax and still desperately wanting more. I wanted to feel his cock the way I dreamed about it the other night. I wanted it deep inside of me as much as he clearly wanted me.
But despite the wanting, I heard the words “Wait…please,” tumble from my mouth.
He lifted his head, looking as taken aback as I was, his lips still slick with my juices.
“Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?”
“No, God, no, that was amazing, I just…”
How would he take it if I told him I was a virgin? Men in his power took it differently, and I wanted him to know, but…
“Could we just…slow down? Just a little? My head is kind of spinning.” I replied softly.
He nodded and licked his lips. With ease he rose up and helped me up. He got my clothes together and helped me dress, although I wasn’t sure that was what I wanted. I’d wanted to slow down, not slam on the brakes entirely.
I put my hands on his bulging cock. He stopped me gently.
“Come on,” he said with a faint smile that I couldn’t read.
Was he disappointed? I felt a stab of guilt, after the pleasure he’d just wrought on my body, now I couldn’t even return the favor, and all because I’m a nervous little virgin chicken.
“Let’s head on in for some late lunch, okay?”
My heart crashing down around my feet, I nodded. “Okay,” I replied.
I wanted to relish that feeling my body was still reeling from. When we were back on the horse, I leaned back into him, trying to rekindle the intensity from before, but he didn’t respond. There was nothing there. I leaned back into him, and he accepted me, but… it was not there. He had zoned out just like that. The passion, the lust, the need to fuck like wild animals, it had just…evaporated.
Had I snuffed out the tender fledgling flame of our…I didn’t even know if I could call it a relationship.
Later that afternoon, I dipped my toes in the shower water and let myself into the glass cubicle. Warm water turned hot with the slightest of lever touches. I liked it. It reminded me of the hour that had just passed, however, hot and cold, and it made something bitter rise in me.
Caleb’s hands across my breasts was the best thing that had happened in that year, and I didn’t even dare think of how he made me cum in less than a minute. But that one orgasm just wasn’t enough. My greedy body wanted more, wanted him inside me.
I wanted to know what it was like, and I wanted him the one to show me.
My fingers drifted between my legs, but I stopped myself. I needed to just get this shower over with, so even though desire burned through me like lava, I chose to ignore it once more, owing to the fact that Caleb had completely ignored my feelings after making me a woman, sort of. I did not understand how he could just switch it off, with ‘it’ being that desperate yearning.
“Maybe dinner will help,” I muttered to myself.
I was in a pair of sweats and a tee, feeling less sexy with each step down the stairs. My encounter with that side of Caleb had left me with a strangeness inside me.
But when I got downstairs, there were dimmed lights. There was a lit stove. There was Caleb, leaning against the kitchen counter.
“I asked most of the staff to head on home if they wanted to,” he said by way of greeting me.
“Jill too?” I asked, my mouth dry.
“Yes. Especially her,” he replied. “Wine?”
“Yes, please.”
We had gotten to talking a lot about the workers and the kind of wine he liked. Caleb had mentioned that he pressed his own grapes, but preferred to keep the wine for himself. As I sipped the savory red down my throat, I caught him smacking his lips. He wiped his thick hands off with the towel by his waist, and proceeded to ass the cut up leeks to the sizzling butter. Dripping sauce leaked from my thighs, and I clenched to hide it.
“Would you like to help me fix the pasta?” he asked.
