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I want something.
“Caleb, please,” I sob out, seeing white and he growls at my plea.
He grabs me by the arm and tosses me on the bed. His hands grab me by the hips and pulls me to the edge of the bed so that my bottom is hanging from mid-air.
It takes me a few seconds to realize what he’s about to do and I reach out, wildly, uncertain. “What are you—?”
He gives me a smirk and then his hands forcibly part my legs and his mouth is somewhere it shouldn’t be.
I’m screaming because all I can feel is white spectral heat as his tongue laps at my slit, curling inside in a way nothing has ever done.
I have only every used toys on my clit, too wary to penetrate myself and it’s his tongue which does it. He’s fucking me with that slippery appendage and I’m moaning loudly, my hands grasping at the sheets to hold on to something as the orgasm builds inside of me.
I buck against his mouth and he holds me down, ignoring the pleas tearing from my mouth as I beg him to stop, to go faster, to do something.
The orgasm builds and builds and then his teeth clamp gently on my clit and I lose it, crying out his name as I come, sobbing, the sensation stronger than any I have ever experienced.
I feel his arms around me but I’m hovering between bliss and darkness, my inner muscles contracting.
I feel warm kisses on my face as Caleb brings me down from my high and I feel light and airy as I look up at him. “You’re really good at this.”
He smiles at me. “There’s more than just this.”
I feel his fingers probing below, rubbing along the slit of
my drenched pussy. My eyes are on his as I moan, his helpless captive, and when he inserts one thick finger into me, I whimper in need.
“You’re so tight,” he murmurs in wonder, his eyes taking in every expression I make as he plays with my body. His finger is moving in and out of me.
I clutch onto him, my breathing harsh.
“Do you like that?” he asks.
I see that smug look on his face and it just makes me realize he’s dominating me completely and I moan out, “Yes.”
“Do you think you could take another finger?” His voice is silky smooth, a sinful whisper against my skin, full of amused restraint. He enjoys watching me like this, helpless, writhing as he fucks me with just his finger.
When I feel another finger shoving inside, my back arches as the strength of the orgasm hits me, making me sob out again, “Oh God! Caleb!”
His jaw is tight as his eyes greedily drink in my face. “Again,” he demands as he’s suddenly fucking me, almost roughly with those two fingers.
I’m moving against them, up and down, the pleasure blinding me.
When I erupt this time, he scissors his fingers inside of me and my head lolls on the mattress, my brain cells getting fried one by one.
“One day,” Caleb says, his voice heavy with promise, “I’m going to take those toys that you have and fuck you with them. We’ll see how many orgasms you can have before you pass out.”
My eyes meet his, dazed and high from bliss, and my voice is rough, “That doesn’t sound much like a threat.”
He laughs then. “You utter brat.”
I’ve never seen him laugh with such openness and there’s something so intimate in the moment that my heart swells up with love and I reach out to caress his face, sounding lost as I say, “You can’t leave me again, Caleb.”
His fingers are still moving inside me and my lips part as I let out a soft moan.
He grips my face, his eyes moving over it, as if memorizing every feature, and he admits, “I don’t think I can survive separation from you again.”
And then my head is thrown back as he increases the pace of his fingers making me cry out, “Oh!”
