The kiss was passionate, but Caleb’s movements were slow and deliberate. As if he knew she needed reassurance that his attention the entire evening had been on her and no one else.
Megan sighed and all the tension in her body eddied out. She slid her fingers under his shirt and traced her nails along his back. He stepped back long enough to yank it off and toss it aside. Then he was on her again, his hands on either side of her neck tilting her face up to him. He swept his tongue across her lips, and he groaned as she opened for him.
The sound unlocked whatever hold she had on herself. The need to have him inside her again was almost too much. She broke away from the kiss to take off her skirt and climb on the bed. But Caleb grabbed her hands.
“You don’t do that.Ido that.” His eyes darkened before he kissed her again. “Hands behind your back. No touching.”
Megan shivered in anticipation, need building, but she obeyed, her hands clasped together behind her as instructed.
Caleb leaned in to kiss her neck, and Megan’s head rolled back, her eyes closed.
“You are stunning.” He placed another kiss on her shoulder and then one on each breast, and another on her belly.
“Eyes on me, princess.” His voice was rough and commanding. She opened her eyes to see Caleb on his knees in front of her. Her breath caught at the sight of him, and desire pulsed through her. His strong hands gripped each of her hips and held firm.
The need to run her fingers through his hair was almost enough to make her break his first command, but she squeezed her arms instead.
His eyes never wavered from hers. Electricity danced along her skin as he traced a line from her hips to cup her ass under the skirt. The tremble of his fingers when he reached the lace edge of her panties betrayed his tenuous grip on his control.
Caleb groaned her name into her belly and then nipped at her hip. Megan kept her grip on her arms, her own restraint hanging by the loosest of threads.
Her legs shook when Caleb hooked his fingers under the lace edge of her underwear and slid two fingers along her entrance.
“Caleb,” she whispered.
His gaze flicked up to meet hers. “I love how wet you are for me.” He continued to play with her, tracing the little bundle of nerves and then down her entrance. Megan’s legs shook, and heat and need built and built as he teased. She reached for him, and his fingers disappeared. He stepped away from her so quickly she teetered in place.
“No touching.” He waited for her to put her arms behind her back again. She obeyed, desperate for his hands on her again.
Instead of resuming his position, he stepped so close their bodies pressed together. He braced one hand on her lower back and lifted the hem of her skirt.
Caleb leaned down as if to kiss her, and Megan tilted up to meet his lips, but he stayed far enough away that she couldn’t reach. She gasped as he slid one finger inside her and then another. Megan rocked her hips against his hand, the need for friction, for release, almost too much to bear.
“Caleb.” His name was a plea on her lips.
He let out a soft laugh and dipped his head so that his nose brushed her neck. “Is there something you want, princess?” Caleb played gentle circles on her clit. It was enough pressure to drive her mad, drive her to the edge of release, but not cross that dam-breaking threshold.
“Please,” was all Megan could manage. His hard cock pressed against her hip, and it twitched as she continued to roll her hips in her body’s search for release.
“I like it when you beg.” Caleb licked her neck in one long, slow motion, and nipped her ear. Each touch and bite sent shocks of pleasure through her body, but it wasn’t enough.
A small whine escaped from her throat. Megan couldn’t stop it.
Caleb nibbled the sensitive spot between her neck and jaw, ignoring her protest completely. He still worked magic with his fingers, stroking and working her along the edge between her building need and orgasm.
“Look at me, Megs.” He gripped her chin and turned her head to face him. Megan’s legs shook as her orgasm danced away out of reach once again.
“Caleb,” she pleaded.
He brushed a kiss against her lips and whispered, “Look at me. I want to watch as you come for me.”
A small sound escaped Megan. Caleb didn’t pull back as her orgasm built and built and shattered through her.
Caleb kissed her as wave after wave of her orgasm rocked through her.
He slipped his fingers out of her and guided her to the bed. She didn’t trust her legs to hold her up and was grateful for his help.
Megan closed her eyes and focused on her breath. In. Out. In. Out. “That was– Wow,” she said, once she was able to form a coherent sentence.
