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I whine and rock my hips, desperate to get his cock as deep as possible.
He pulls out until only the blunt head of his cock is in my pussy and then he slams in and I let out a low wail. My hands are reaching for his back, sliding off sweat-slick skin and I dig blunt nails in.
Caleb lets out a satisfied sound as if this was what he’d been waiting for. “Yesss,” he breathes in my neck and then he’s tugging my head back and licking into my mouth.
It’s filthy and raw and my pants are loud and desperate. His cock is pistoning inside my pussy at a speed I can’t match and I’m can’t think, I can’t see, I can only feel. “Oh, oh. Oh!” My moan is low and long, my muscles tightening around his cock.
“That’s it,” Caleb says, his jaw clenched. “Come for me, Kendall.”
“Unh…ohhh…Caleb!” And then I’m seeing colors while only hearing white noise and my whole body is on fire…. I’m losing myself into him.
He thrusts himself into me two more times before his whole body tenses and he groans out.
My breathing is harsh, and I make a small sound when he pulls out of me. Wrapping me in his arms, he holds me to him until our hearts stop racing and I feel a sense of lethargy dawning on me.
I’m slipping into sleep and he murmurs something to me and I can’t make sense of it, the heat from his body making me feel safe and loved and for the first time in a long, long while, I feel content as I fall asleep.
Awareness comes to me in small trickles and when I come to, I’m wrapped around someone really tightly and my bladder is protesting.
Tired, exhausted, my lower body throbbing with this dull ache, I groan and look into Caleb’s sleeping face. Memories from last night come rushing back but even as I feel myself flush from recalling every sigh, every moan, every whispered word, the urgency of my bladder, has me trying to escape Caleb’s iron grasp.
I struggle relentlessly and fail, and then have to push at him to release me.
When his arms tighten around me, I scowl, Possessive bastard.
“Caleb,” I breathe his name out. “If you don’t want me to pee in bed, I’d suggest you let me go.”
His eyes dart open as he lets me go.
I’m rushing to the bathroom. I can finally breathe again once the pressure in my bladder is gone. One look in the mirror however, tells me that my makeup is smeared all over my face. I wash it, wiping off the remnants of color. The stickiness between my thighs turns this into a twenty minute shower as well and by the time I leave the bathroom, Caleb is sitting up in bed, his tablet in his hand as he scours the news.
He looks up when I exit the bathroom and doesn’t bother hiding his disappointment on seeing the robe I’m w
earing. “Everything okay?” He’s watching me with something akin to concern.
I raise the sleeve of the robe to rub it against my face. It’s soft like a cloud and I’m warm and comfortable, the hot shower having done wonders for the soreness. Even the awkwardness that I had been plagued with is starting to melt away. I crawl into bed, bathrobe and all, my hair wrapped in a towel, and sigh sleepily. “I’m taking a few more hours from reality.”
His fingertips graze my cheek and he chuckles. “You look all flushed and rosy cheeked. Makes me want to mess you up all over again.”
I open my eyes and glare at him. “Don’t you dare! I’m still sore down there.”
His grin disappears. “Are you hurting?”
I shift so that I’m lying on my back staring up at him and wince at the dull twinge the action brings me. “It’s this uncomfortable ache.” At the concern in his eyes, I admit, “I just want to stay in bed today.”
To the world, he presents a cold, immovable front, but in front of me, Caleb shows himself, and his lips curve. “Want some company?”
“If you keep your hands to yourself, sure,” I say.
He tugs at one of the escaping tendrils of my hair. “You sure you want me to?”
I pull my hair back from his grasp. “I won’t tolerate any hanky-panky. I mean it.”
When he leans down to brush his lips against mine, my heart skips a beat and he smiles against my lips, knowingly, “I’ll try.”
Caleb does stay true to his words when he orders up breakfast. After he showers, we sit on the bed, we have assorted fruit, scrambled eggs, and pancakes, him just wearing a pair of pajamas.
I snicker at him.
