“Mine.”
“No, baby,” he chuckles. “Guess again.”
He now moves his tongue like a vibrating rotor along my clit, and I’m so close to coming I can’t breathe.
“Yours!” I finally realized the right answer because it’s true. My pussy does belong to him. In this moment and forever.
I unclasp my hands and fall forward, my palms flat on the floor above the mattress, my hips still moving. I am fucking Caleb’s mouth, and I can’t believe I’ve never done this before.
“Caleb!” I beg as my orgasm builds. “Please, Caleb!”
He doesn’t say a word; he just sucks on my clit and gives me a slight smack on one ass cheek that sends me over the cliff.
“Oh, my God!” I cry, and I mean literal tears, because it feels so amazing.
He peppers kisses along the inside of my thighs as I come down, running his fingers along my back, my ass, the backs of my thighs. I’m breathing so hard I feel like I just ran a marathon.
With one quick motion, he flips me over and drags me down further on the mattress. He kisses my throat, the dip of my collarbone, the swell of my breast, and I let my hands move through his hair.
His mouth closes over my nipple, and I arch up into it without deciding to.
“Did that feel good?” he asks against my breast.
“So good,” I tell him.
He tells me what he means to do, and tonight the words are not a rope I'm holding onto, they are a promise, low and filthy and fantastic.
“Now that I’ve felt you and tasted you, it’s time to remind you what I feel like.”
“Uh-huh, yep, that’s a good idea.”
He chuckles as his fingers stroke between my folds.
“I’m going to turn us on our sides, in what they call a spoon position, and fuck you that way.”
He turns me over and lies behind me.
“I can’t see you.”
“That’s okay. After I fuck you like this, then you’ll ride me and you can see me all night in that position.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
He finds the rhythm that takes me apart, and he stays there, patient and merciless at once, one calloused hand splayed flat on my stomach so he can feel what he's doing as he fucks me from behind, and when I come again, it’s loud, and his name is buried in the middle of it.
“That’s it, baby. Remember who you belong to.”
He kisses a slow path along the back of my neck for what seems like an eternity while I’m still trembling.
“I missed this pussy so much,” he says against my hair. “Let’s not ever be apart this long.”
“We won’t,” I finally turn to face him, kissing him all over his chest because it’s one of my favorite places on his body.
“You good?” he asks.
I kiss him long on his lips, then move to straddle him.
“I’m so good, I’m ready to go again.”
