“More.” The whispered plea leaves my lips before I even have a chance to process the fact that I even said anything at all.
He grins just like a Cheshire Cat. “What’s that, love? Speak up, because I’m not quite sure I heard that, and I’m not even the deaf or hard of hearing one in the household.”
“More,” I assert a little louder as he continues covering me in the sweet syrup and then cleaning it back off—taking his time, just like he promised. “Please, I needmore…”
I can feel his lips form into a grin against my goosebump-covered skin, his bristled cheek scraping ever so lightly on my exposed flesh. He’severywhere, leaving no bit of what he can reach unattended. When he licks his way up my neck, I feel his fervent breath puffing, fanning hot, chasing away the chill of the syrup.
Between my legs, rubbing against my core with his pants still on, I feel just how hard he is, but still his neediness doesn’t quicken his pace. He’s fully enjoying himself, exploring every inch of me with his mouth. He moves down my body again, climbing off the island as he does. Caleb then shucks off his pants, wincing when he sits his bare ass on the cold metal of the stool.
“Come here, babe,” he signs before leaning in, hooking my legs over his shoulders, and then scooting me down so far my ass is literally hanging off the edge of the counter. “I’m just getting started…”
I sit up again to keep feasting my eyes on him, craving more…more. He takes the bottle of syrup, draining the rest of it by dousing bothof my inner thighs with it. With an intense expression of pleasure on his face, he rolls his head back onto each of his shoulders, as if he’s cracking out any kinks there before settling in for the time of his life.
And—“Sweet baby, mother of fuck!” I curse, squirming as his tongue runs entirely up my slit, from my entrance right to my clit.
He grins, flattening his tongue out, licking broad stripes over and over again before finally settling his lips around my thoroughly needy bundle of nerves. When his lips surround my clit entirely and his tongue flickers against it, my hips buck off the granite surface. His arms curl around my thighs, holding me in place against his face.
As good as this feels—and, trust me, it feels fantastic—it doesn’t take much more of this before I realize what he’s really up to here. He keeps bringing me to nearly my brink, before he pauses “to breathe.” I partially sit up again and narrow my eyes at him. I know by now just how long he can stay down there, feasting on my pussy before he needs to come up for air.
“You’re edging me.” I fix him with an accusatory glare. “I’m not Marcus. That’s not my cup of tea.”
He pops a shoulder, raising his hands so he can sign, “I know you’re not Marcus.” He nods at my pussy. “You want to come?”
I roll my eyes and huff. “Fuck yes I want to come! And as thorough as you’ve been about cleaning the syrup off of me, I’m still sticky!”
“Shower? I can get you all cleaned up in there.” He winks again, and I melt all over again.
That’s all it takes before I’m scooting off the counter and leading him into the bathroom, practically by the balls. He chuckles, essentially hauling me into him as he keeps kissing me until the water is heated up enough for us to both step under the spray. Of course, like the true gentleman that he is, he spins us so that I’m primarily the one getting all the hot water.
He smirks the entire time he lathers me up, starting with my hair, and diligently working his way down my body—never once reaching for my sponge. Shit, and I’m shamelessly riding his fingers just as soon as he sinks two inside of me, beckoning my orgasm when he makes a come hither motion with them.
“Caleb,” I whine into the crook of his neck, feeling my body start to writhe in on itself. “I-I’m ready. I want you to fuck me, please.”
He pauses, pulling his fingers out, and I whimper at the loss. With one finger, he tilts my chin up and his eyes flick between mine, concern etched into his brow. “You sure?” he mouths.
I nod emphatically. “I’mverysure.”
He raises his hands. “That’s not why I was edging you, just so we’re clear.”
“I know. I’m sure. I love you, and I trust you. I’m ready, so fuckin’ ready.”
“Do you want me to step out and grab a condom?”
I shake my head. “I know you’ve only been with Marcus. I’ve only been with Marcus too, obviously, and I had my tubes tied after Brody…”
“I love you, and you know if you change your mind, you know, during, I won’t be upset, babe.”
“I know,” I say, puffing out an anticipatory yet relieved breath.
Yeah, I know, makethatmake sense, right?
“Hold on,” Caleb tells me before coaxing my hands up onto his shoulders.
He bends, reaches back, and palms my ass, lifting me up off the shower floor. I wrap my legs around him, hooking my ankles behind his back. Caleb grins as his lips ghost over mine, and he presses my back against the cool tile wall, positioning me right above his strainingerection.
“Fast or slow?” I feel him mouth the words, featherlight on my lips.
“Fast. God, fast. Please, Caleb.”
