her just the right way? How was it that his tongue and his lips seemed to light all kinds of fires deep in her belly, when kissing Blake had felt like a punishment for those last few years? Kissing Caleb felt like . . . bliss.
Bliss she wanted more and more of.
She moaned as he nipped at her lower lip, taking it between his teeth and gently tugging. “How is it you taste so good?” he murmured between nips. “How is it you make me so damned crazy?”
Good, then she wasn’t the only one that lost her mind every time they touched. That was a relief to hear. She kissed him again, her tongue gliding against his as the kiss grew deeper, more urgent, and her hands slid down his chest, rubbing against him. She explored him through the material of his shirt. Every inch of him was hard and muscled, and it just made her want him even more. As he kissed her, she dragged her hands lower, feeling bold and sexy. She paused at his belt, and then cupped his length.
It wasn’t entirely for his benefit, of course. She wanted to see if he was as turned on as she was. She wanted to feel all of him . . . and she wanted to show him how much she liked him.
Her hand encountered . . . a lot.
Caleb Watson was packing some serious heat downstairs, and Amy gasped, moving her hand over his length as if needing to double-check that all of that was really him.
He groaned into her mouth, kissing her harder, and his hips pushed against her grip.
Okay, yeah, that was all him. Wow. That was . . . impressive. “Caleb,” she panted, stroking him through his jeans. “Can I touch you?”
He kissed her again and then pressed his forehead to hers. “You mean you aren’t right now?” His voice was strained with effort, as if he was holding back.
She smiled and put a hand on his chest, easing him backward until they had rolled and he was the one on his back. Amy rested on her side and put a hand to his belt, undoing the buckle. “I meant underneath all this.”
He exhaled a deep breath, his eyes practically smoky with need. “You can do whatever you want with me, Amy.” Caleb reached up and gently touched her cheek, rubbing his knuckles along her jaw in a tender caress. “But know that I plan on doing the same to you.”
What, was that supposed to be intimidating? It sounded like a good deal to her. She leaned in and kissed him again, working on his belt buckle as she did. It wasn’t easy to manage one-handed, but she eventually got it and worked on his zipper next, easing it down. She changed her kisses to softer, gentle ones, toying with his mouth even as she eased his boxers down over his length.
Then he was hot and hard in her hand, and Amy gasped at the feel of him. She couldn’t resist a peek, so she ended her playful kiss and then sat up to look at him.
Lord have mercy, but he was gorgeous. Caleb’s cock was impressive. She’d only ever slept with Blake before this, but her memories of him were pale in comparison to what she held in her hand. He was hard and thick, and a vein traced along the shaft of Caleb’s cock, inviting her touch. The crown of him was flushed deep with color, thick and prominent and beaded with pre-cum. With a little breath of excitement, she grasped him again, tightening her fingers around his shaft, and realized her fingers couldn’t quite touch.
Size wasn’t supposed to matter, was it? Looking at all this in front of her, though, Amy couldn’t help but wonder if those people were wrong. Because she was really, really liking his size.
“Is this okay?” she asked him, breathless. “I’ll stop if you want me to—”
He groaned and pulled her down against him in a hard, fierce kiss, even as his hips surged up against her grip.
Amy moaned into his mouth, squeezing his cock and sliding her hand up and down on him. Okay, he was definitely good with things. She worked him gently, her movements slow because her hands were dry, and the last thing she wanted was to give him a dry hand job. A mental image came to mind—of greasing up her hand with her body lotion and working him until he came—and the