but I reached above my head until I found something to grip and squeezed the rubber with both hands.
With this new placement, his thumb went to my clit, brushing back and forth as he plunged inside me. Air hissed from his mouth. “You’re so tight.”
I groaned, the fullness so satisfying, the way he always found that deepness within me, caressing that spot with his crown. “Ahhh.”
He paused for a slow moment, allowing me to get used to him again before driving back in. Each time he repeated that motion, I couldn’t stop the slight screams that left me, my body feeling far too good to keep it in.
As I clenched my legs around his waist, I was able to meet him, my nails driving into the hard material to keep me from letting go. “Faster,” I begged, knowing where his speed could take me.
He pinched my nipple between his teeth, making it throb with pleasure, my clit pulsing from the pressure he gave it. My body was countering each thrust, that place he was bringing me becoming so familiar.
“Harder,” I breathed when his lips were against mine. “Caleb … please.”
He held the back of my head, using it to rock into me, and I squeezed him from the inside, swallowing his grunts.
“You have no idea how fucking good you feel.”
I couldn’t respond; I couldn’t focus on words even though I felt the same way. I was lost. Each bounce I made over his dick sending me to a space I couldn’t return from.
“Oh my God,” I roared when the sensations began to spread to every part of me, bursting through me. “Fuck me.”
“I can feel you coming.” He bit my lip. “Narrowing around me and so goddamn wet.”
Shudders were blasting across my navel, waves slapping my insides, like the ocean we were in, the peak keeping me chained until my body eventually started to come down.
“Now, I want you to do it again,” he ordered, his movements turning even more relentless, his power increasing.
I was so sensitive; every shift of his hips was sending sparks into my body, flying like the boat’s horsepower. There was no clarity, no forgiveness, no rest in pleasure, just an immediate return that began when his fingers found my clit again.
“I want to feel that tightness when I come,” he growled.
He was arching upward, and I met him in the middle, a place where he could pull away and slide back in. In that spot where we collided, I circled my hips, grinding over him, adding another layer to what was already building.
“Whitney,” he breathed. “Baby, yes … just like that.”
I was there, too, climbing faster than I could control, rushing toward the top.
Within a few pumps, he was joining my moans.
“Fuck!” he shouted against my lips, emptying himself inside me.
The release took hold, and I was quivering over him, each shock of tingles going further into my body, feeling him pump it out until only the water was moving around us.
“Mmm.” He kissed me with gentleness. “I can’t get enough of you.”
I released the rubber and clung to his shoulders, panting, trying to find myself again.
“Look up,” he whispered.
Just as I did, I saw the full moon hanging over our heads, adding to the tenderness between my legs and the fullness in my chest.
Some moments didn’t need words.
This was one.
Twenty-Six
“I have beer in the fridge,” Emily said from my phone as I walked into the break room to get my things. “Burger patties are made and waiting to be cooked, and I’m about to pop the fries into the oven, so they’ll be extra crispy when you get home.”
“You’re making this exhausted girl very, very happy.” I put the strap of my crossbody over my shoulder and settled the bag on my hip. “Should I stop and grab dessert?”
“Does a bear shit in the woods?”
I laughed and made my way into the hallway. “I have a few more things to chart, and then I’ll be on my way. I’ll text you when I leave.”
“A night of food, Sex and the City reruns, no bras, and you—I literally can’t wait.”
I sighed at the thought.
Since returning from Florida a month ago, I’d been picking up extra shifts each week. The nights I had off, I stayed at Caleb’s. The ones I spent at home, I was asleep before nine, too tired to even hang with my best friend after dinner.
“You have no idea how much I’m looking forward to this,” I admitted. “But I might be