good.” With his lips on my neck, my hair rubbing against the freezing glass, he added, “But I need more, and I can’t wait another second to taste you.”
The sound that came out of me was the answer he needed, and suddenly, he was carrying me through the large, open space and into a small hallway that led to a massive bedroom. He placed me on the edge of the bed, lifting my top over my head while I worked on the button of his jeans.
“Jesus, Whitney.” He looked down at me as I sat in my bra. “You’re gorgeous.”
The compliment caused another wave of heat to move through me, and I began to strip away the rest of his clothes, scanning each part of him that was revealed. Muscles and tight skin, hair in all the places that made him the most masculine man.
“Don’t ever stop looking at me like that,” he said.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to; his body wasn’t something I saw every day, not with the way he took care of himself.
Before I could even breathe, he was tugging off the remainder of what I had on, leaving me bare.
He slowly grazed down my navel, leaving goose bumps in his wake. “Fuck me.” He kissed the top of both breasts. “It’s a good thing I didn’t know this body was hiding under your clothes, or the eggplant would have burned by now.” He sucked my nipple into his mouth. “You’re stunning.”
“Oh God.”
My legs spread, and he moved in between them, his tongue flicking across the peak of my nipple, the hard nip of his teeth reminding me that he was completely in control of my body. He switched to the other side, and my head fell back against the mattress as I took in the sensations exploding through me.
He slid down again, kissing the bottom of my navel. “I need you on my tongue.” His mouth aimed for the top of my clit, licking across and down. “Perfection,” he hissed, the feral side of him now ravishing me.
“Oh, yesss,” I sighed, the pressure bringing me to a whole new place, one that was building around his mouth.
He rolled my nipple, his other hand slithering through my wetness until two of his fingers were inside me.
I squeezed the blanket underneath, my head grinding into the bed, shouting, “Caleb,” as the orgasm tore through me, holding me prisoner as he licked through each wave of pleasure.
I was still trembling when he reached over me to get a condom from the nightstand, sliding it on before he wrapped my legs around his waist. His tip teased my entrance, my hips shifting to welcome him.
He went slow, allowing me to spread to his size, and when he was fully inside me, his lips pressed to my throat, kissing up to my mouth as he held my face steady. “You feel unbelievable,” he breathed. “And you’re so wet … but I don’t know how much longer I can be gentle.”
I raked my hand through his hair, gripping it with a heavy strength. “I don’t need you to be.”
“Fuck me,” he groaned. He got onto his knees, lifting my ass off the bed but keeping me wrapped around him, and he plunged into me. “You’re so goddamn tight.”
And so was the way he held me, his grasp moving around my body as he adjusted our placement, always searching for a spot that would give me pleasure. He was pinching my nipples, rubbing my clit, all while he pounded into me, each thrust causing me to moan. And just when I was about to come again, he was pulling my back off the bed, straddling me around him as he sat.
Suddenly, I had all the control.
“I want to watch you.”
There was such an intense hunger in his stare. I expected to be ravaged, and I was, by his hands. Each dive I took, bouncing from the tip to his base, feeling his hardness and fullness, his fingers began to travel over me.
“Whitney,” he breathed as my speed increased. “You’re fucking incredible.” He took a nipple into his mouth, nibbling the end, sending a whole new feeling through me.
After every dip, his tongue made a rotation, his fingers focusing on my clit.
“My God.” I quivered, so full of sensations that I couldn’t tell where they were all coming from. But as I ground over his dick, I felt the return of that build, of the tingling, of the way he was completely consuming