Caleb’s thumb finds my clit and rubs me, making it easier for me to enjoy this. “Like this?” he asks. God, it’s so erotic when he touches me like this, and when he talks to me it pushes buttons I didn’t know I had. He’s so good at making me feel so amazing.
“Exactly,” I pant, bouncing a little harder. “That feels really good.”
He thrusts up to meet me, matching my pace. “God, this feels incredible," he groans, then grits his teeth and breathes through them. I feel his dick pulsing and wonder if he's close, but I'm chasing another high.
The pleasure starts building again, spreading through my stomach and legs. I move faster, thighs burning from the effort. “Oh, God… again,” I pant. “Keep your thumb right there. Don’t change it.”
Caleb keeps rubbing my clit while thrusting up into me, and I'm going to lose my mind if I don’t release soon. “You gonna come again?”
“So close,” I moan. My legs are shaking so bad it's a wonder I can still move; I'm so out of shape. “Oh, God, Caleb, right there.”
My second orgasm crashes through me as powerful waves surge outward from my core. My walls pulse and squeeze around him and I almost start crying. The long, broken moans get louder as intense heat floods every part of me. My climax rolls through every muscle, making my thighs quiver and my vision blur.
Smaller pulses continue for several seconds, leaving me whimpering and dizzy, completely limp as I slump forward onto his chest, panting,, but he doesn't stop thrusting. He holds me close for a second, then gently rolls us over so I'm on my back again, then starts thrusting deeper.
His thrusts turn faster, less controlled, and within a few seconds he's hissing. “Shit… Yes…"
Caleb buries himself as deep as he can and comes hard. His dick pulses in strong, rhythmic spurts, and low, rough growl escapes his throat as his orgasm wracks his body.
His hips jerk a few more times, each one pushing another thick pulse of heat into me until he's spent and limp, pulling out and rolling to the side.
The magic between us isn't fading like I feared it would. In fact, if anything, it's getting stronger. I consider myself a strong woman, but every time this man comes to my rescue, I appreciate more and more how he allows me to be soft when I want to be and challenges me to be strong when I need to be.
I think I'm in love.
And I think I like it.
26
CALEB
This inflatable pool I bought takes up most of the flat section of Olivia's backyard. It's just a cheap inflatable thing that's less than a yard deep, but it will provide hours of fun this evening. Ethan crouches beside it in his swim trunks, holding the hose into the center while the water fills slowly, watching the sides stretch and crinkle as the pool rounds out.
"It's taking forever," he says, adjusting the hose so the stream makes a splashing sound. I swear he thinks it's not working if the hose is under the water.
"Good things take time, kid." I set the bag of charcoal next to the grill and tear it open, stacking briquettes in the center the way my father taught me when I was about Ethan's age.
"How long, though?" He leans over and presses his hand against the water, testing the temperature. "And it's cold."
"Ah, it's hot out today. It'll feel good… Give it about twenty more minutes." My chest is tight with anticipation. After the past few months, Olivia and Ethan deserve a good night.
"Twenty minutes is forever," he groans and flops back onto the grass, still holding the hose pointed at the pool. The babysitter, a teenager named Kayla who lives three houses down, sits in the lawn chair scrolling her phone and glancing up every few seconds to make sure Ethan hasn't drowned himself. She protested the pool, but I promised to take the blame, and Ethan vetoed her too with all his pouting. She's a pushover.
"Caleb, do you think my mom will get in the pool?" Ethan asks, staring up at the sky.
"I think your mom could use a night where she doesn't have to think about anything except relaxing and eating burgers." I arrange the charcoal into a pyramid and stuff newspaper underneath it. "But we have to wait for her before we start the fun. That's the rule."
"Whose rule?"
"Mine."
"That's a dumb rule."
"It's a respectful rule. Your mom works hard and she deserves to be here for the good stuff, not just the cleanup." I light the newspaper and watch the flames lick up through the charcoal, blue at the edges and orange in the center. "Besides, she'll be home soon."
Ethan rolls onto his stomach and props his chin on his fists, watching me work. "Do you think she'll do a cannonball?"
"I think the pool is about three feet deep, so a cannonball would just hurt."
