“Do you want me to come in your mouth?” he asks in a low, barely audible voice. He’s so close. There’s a moment where his eyes search mine, desperate for me to tell him what I want. I can’t talk around his cock, so I stare back at him, dipping my chin as I murmur around in, urging him to continue.
My hand tightens around him, pumping him harder as he picks up the pace with his hips. He’s unable to control himself, jerking into my mouth as his body bucks. He thrusts in deeper, hitting my uvula as I choke around him. My other hand dances along his thigh, only stopping to cup his balls and massage them in my palm. I give them a gentle tug.
“Oh fuck,” he growls, his hold tightening on my skull as his body tenses. He lets out a string of curses and screws up his face as he tips his head back again. His muscles go rigid for a split second, his hips giving a final jerk, before he relaxes and his release floods my mouth. I immediately swallow, continuing to suck him, pumping my hand until there’s nothing left for me to swallow.
Caleb releases my hair and I pull him from my mouth with an audible pop. He hauls me to my feet with his hands under my arms, then his hand slides back along the nape of my neck. He surprises me when he kisses me. His tongue sweeps along the seam of my mouth, urging them open before it slides against mine, surely tasting what remains of his release on my tongue.
“You’re so perfect, Mia,” he breathes against my mouth. His fingers tug at the tie of my bikini. With aquick flick of his wrist, the ties come loose and the material falls to the ground. “Let me take care of you now too,” he murmurs, his fingers sending a series of shivers across my body as he strokes the sides of my body, over my breast and down to the hem of my bikini bottom. “I want to taste you.”
My breath catches in my throat as he slides his hands beneath my butt, lifting me into the air in a rush. My legs instinctively wrap around him as he carries me through the house, but we don’t make it past the kitchen.
Caleb carries me over to the island, lying me down on the cold marble as he stands up right. Mischief and desire burn in his eyes as he drags his fingers down over my bare breasts. I lie flat on the counter, staring up at him as he lowers himself down to me, his mouth meeting mine once again. He kisses me with a tenderness that has my toes curling, his tongue dancing with mine before he abandons my mouth.
He trails his lips along my jaw, peppering kisses down the length of my neck and over my chest. He nips and bites and licks my skin as he makes his way down my torso. Hooking his arms beneath my knees, he moves me to the edge as he lowers himself down to the floor. His fingers splay along the insides of my thighs as he pushes them open.
“My God, look at you,” he murmurs as he trails his lips along my legs, pulling down my bikini bottom. He breezes past my pussy, kissing every inch of skin around it. He pulls back, lifting a finger as he drags it through my lips. “You’re so fucking wet.”
My heart pounds against my ribcage to an unsteady beat as he circles his finger around my clit. My head falls back against the marble and my hands reach between my legs as I thread my fingers through his hair.
His lips are soft, his tongue warm as he lowers his face between my thighs and runs his tongue right where I want him, along my pussy. He flicks the tip against my clit and a shiver of pleasure races down my spine as my hips buck against his face. He chuckles against my flesh, licking his way back to my clit again.
Caleb plants his forearms against my thighs, holding me down so I can’t buck or squirm as he licks and sucks, teasing and tasting his way to the finish line. I’m a mess of moans, my hips fighting to lift up as he flattens his tongue against my clit, rolling it in precise circles. He knows exactly what he’s doing and in this position, I’m ready to give him everything he wants from me.
My body is on fire, the heat spreading rapidly through my veins. I was already aroused while I sucked his cock and felt him coming down my throat. Knowing I was the one who was driving him over the edge had me close to my own orgasm at that moment.
A groan vibrates in his chest as he continues to feast upon me, driving me absolutely insane with the way his tongue teases my clit and then slides along my pussy. He pushes it into my pussy, taking a second to fuck me with his tongue. A low moan sounds from him, mixing with my own moans as he moves back to the most tender spot between my legs.
My grip tightens on his hair, tugging on the strands as I feel my orgasm approaching quickly. “I’m going to come,” I breathe, a moan following. As soon as the words fall from my lips, I can feel it as it crashes like a tidal wave against the shore, fast and all-consuming.
My body quivers beneath his touch as my orgasm washes over every part of my body and floods my brain. My face screws up, his name falling from my lips like a breathless chant, my eyes shut. Stars dance behind my eyelids and I’m so lost in this moment, in him. Lost in the way his tongue feels as he laps at my pussy, drinking every last drop of my orgasm.
I can’t dissect a single thought swimming in my brain as I drift into a peaceful state of ecstasy. He slowly stands up, taking his warmth with him. I lift my head to see what he’s doing. His gaze is still on me as his fingers trail along the waistband of his pants.
“I need you, Mia,” he breathes. There’s a bit of pain mixed with the passion in his eyes.
“Take whatever you need,” I say and I mean it. Though my voice is filled with nothing but desire as the last remnants of my orgasm dissipate in my limbs, I want him to find comfort in me, in my body.Just casual, right?.
“I need to get a condom,” he tells me, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t even know if I have any.”
“I’m on birth control.” I stare up at him, my body splayed out on the island in the center of his kitchen. “We don’t need a condom...as long as there’s nothing else to worry about.”
He shakes his head. “No. Absolutely nothing to worry about.”
“Then we don’t need anything.”
His nostrils widen, his pupils dilating as his eyes roam over my body. He pushes his pants down, taking his boxer briefs down with them. They fall down his legs and he steps back between mine, pushing my knees apart as he positions himself against my center.
“I don’t know if you’re going to fit, though.”
A smirk tugs on his lips. “I promise we can make it fit, pup.”
He holds my gaze as his fingers skate along my skin and he brings his face closer to mine. He shifts his hips, slowly sinking into me, stretching me wide as his cock fills me inch by inch. I lift my legs, granting him deeper access as I wrap them around his lower back.
“Fuck,” he breathes out, the sound low and gravely as his eyelids droop.
“Caleb,” I moan, breathless as he fills me to the brim. He stills, scanning my face to make sure I’m okay before he lowers himself down to me. His hands cup the sides of my face, mouth claiming mine in a fury of passion.
His tongue parts my lips, plunging into my mouth to dance with my own. My muscles constrict and a wave of pleasure washes over me as I clench around him. Caleb moans into my mouth, shifting his hips as he presses deeper into me, until it feels like there’s nowhere else he can possibly go.
