Megan rolled her head to the side to give him better access. Caleb trailed a hand down her side and up under the sundress, lifting it out of the way as he slid a finger between the lace panties and her skin and played with her clit, moving in slow, agonizing circles.
Megan reached behind her to run her fingers through his hair and gripped it. Without removing his hand or stopping the teasing to her clit, Caleb positioned them to stand in front of the double vanity.
The large mirror above the counter made it easy to see them tangled around each other. It also reflected the mirror on the opposite wall, which hung above the large garden tub.
“Get your pretty ass on that counter, princess. I need to taste you.” Caleb pulled away long enough for her to obey, her legs already shaky.
Megan was careful to move things away on the counter and leaned back on her hands. Caleb lifted the hem of her dress out of the way and slid his finger around her panties again and into her with a groan.
“Fuck, Megs. You’re so wet for me.”
She didn’t have a chance to reply before he licked her.
“I could taste you forever.”
The word ‘forever’ lodged itself in her brain, and she almost stopped him. But then he licked her again, and Megan bit her lip to keep from moaning. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back.
“No, I want you to look at me.”
Megan obeyed.
“That’s it, Megs. I want you to watch me as I eat you and fuck my hand, imagining it’s your perfect pussy.”
Megan couldn’t do anything except whimper in acknowledgement. Caleb slid two fingers into her and took no time at all to find that magic spot. His other hand gripped his cock and pumped. Caleb kissed the inside of her thighs, one and then the other, and slowly kissed his way to her aching core. He licked her clit, a gentle stroke. Megan shuddered, her body on the precipice of release.
Caleb groaned. The sound pushed Megan closer to the edge.
“Caleb, please. I’m…”
Before she could get the words out, Caleb licked her again. And again.
“Oh my god, Caleb. Yes, yes.” Her words were a whisper as pleasure flared out from low in her belly, swirling along her arms and legs, twinging up her stomach and chest and neck.
Caleb groaned a moment later, his hand moving along his cock.
She grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth up to hers to kiss him before she whispered, “I want it in my mouth.”
His expression was dazed but he stepped back enough for Megan to slide off the counter. She barely noticed the softness of the rug under her legs. Caleb positioned himself at her mouth.
“Hands on your knees.”
Megan obeyed. She relaxed her throat for his cock to slide in and out. His hands tangled in her hair, and Megan let him hold her in place as he took what she offered.
“That’s it, princess. God, you take me so well,” Caleb whispered.
Pride swelled within her at his praise.
“Fuck.” He tapped her head once as warning, and a moment later he found his release. Megan delighted in the quiet moans as he filled her mouth. She swallowed it all.
“Good girl.”
Caleb pulled himself away when he was done. Megan stood and leaned against the counter for support.
Caleb pulled her against his chest, kissed her – a deep, slow kiss.
A claiming.
