peeling slowly down her arms and front. Caleb reached for the material, helping it down her body, and within moments, it pooled on the ground at her feet.
He groaned, reaching up to graze her bare breast with his knuckles. “You are insanely beautiful.”
Her nipple puckered harder, and she put her hand out to touch his chest, stroking her fingers against the crisp hairs that sprinkled his skin. “I could say the same for you.” Her hand moved lower, and she brushed her fingers over his cock even as she leaned in to kiss him. “Let me get the condoms.”
She moved to get her purse, but his hands were around her waist, pulling her back against his erection even as she fished through her wallet, looking for the strip of foil packets. He kissed her neck, his hands on her breasts, teasing them and distracting her.
“Here,” she said, turning and offering him the strip.
Caleb took them from her, and as he opened one of the packets, she admired his body. She knew his shoulders were broad and his chest tanned and taut, but she’d never seen him naked. His hips had the best obliques she’d ever seen, and the bit of chest hair he had trailed down to his gorgeous, thick cock. He was pure pleasure to look at. Her hands itched to move over him again, but he was putting the condom on, trying to roll it down his thick length.
Then he cussed. Pulled it off his cock and tossed the broken rubber on the table, along with the empty package. She’d forgotten—this was his first time. Was he nervous? Probably. Heck, she was nervous and it wasn’t her first time at all . . . and she’d already come.
So she touched his hand and took the condoms from him. “I’ll do it.”
Caleb reached out and caressed her breast, teasing the nipple, as if touching her centered him. “If you want to.”
Oh, she did. She’d take any excuse to get her hands all over him. With a seductive smile on her lips, Amy opened the packet and pulled out the condom. She set it on the head of his cock and gently rolled it down his shaft, loving the way he sucked in his breath as she touched him, as if she were caressing him instead of putting a condom on. When she was done, she lifted her arms and put them around his neck, tilting her head up for another kiss.
He grabbed her by the hips, hauling her into the air even as his mouth captured hers. The kisses between them were hard and wild, and Amy clung to him as he carried her over to the bed and then laid her on her back. He kissed her one more time and then settled his hips against hers.
Amy put her legs around his waist, her hands moving over his chest, just wanting to touch him everywhere and anywhere she could.
Caleb pressed into her, his gaze intense and holding hers. His cock felt big, stretching her with its size, and it had been a long time since Amy had had sex. It felt like the first time again in many ways, and she reached up and brushed her fingertips over his face, loving the connection between them. It didn’t feel like just sex with Caleb. It felt like something else, something special. She hoped he felt it, too.
He moved slowly, pushing deep until he was fully seated in her body. She could see him straining, feel the tension in his body. “You . . . are you . . .” he gritted.
“It feels wonderful,” she said in a soft voice, and arched her hips. “Touch me however you want. I’ll like all of it.”
He groaned, and then he was thrusting atop her, his movements graceless and fast and so rough that it began to push her across the blankets. It startled Amy at first, but she clung to his neck as he leaned in, burying his face against her throat. This was what she wanted. It was enthusiastic and real and it felt good, despite the lack of art to his movements. She tried to match his movements, but their bodies clashed, and so she just rubbed him and kissed his shoulder and murmured encouragement.
At least, she did . . . until a new orgasm started to build in her belly. It was the way he pumped into her so frenetically, all movement and action, and it was making something