Page 23 of Crash Over Us
I gasped when he began a slow circular pressure with his thumb. “Come, baby,” he commanded. “Then I’ll take you to bed. I promise.”
He kissed the water droplets on my nose and running down my cheek.
I was no match for his skills. With him inside me, spreading me, testing me, and the beautiful torture of his thumb on my clit, I had no chance. I came in giant waves. I gripped his solid shoulders.
“Oh Caleb, fuck,” I hissed.
He began pumping in and out of my entrance. My legs widened, but he had a firm grip on my legs. It gave him a deeper angle. More pleasure. More intensity.
I came again. This time it rolled on top of the last orgasm like a spiral that I couldn’t slow or control. I panted and cried.
He covered my mouth, breathing me in as he pushed his swollen head as deep as it had ever been inside me. He sighed. He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He didn’t bother to grab towels. He held me tight to his chest and lowered me on the bed, pulling the quilt over our wet bodies.
He eased out of me and then back in. My legs widened for him and then I rolled onto my stomach. He kissed my shoulders and along my back. I felt the heat of his tongue trace over my ass.
Then he moved my knees wide so he could sink inside me from behind. I grabbed the headboard as he surged inside me. My head flew back.
“Oh fuck, Margot,” he growled.
He was relentless. He’d never loved me like this before. Like our lives depended on it. And tonight, I agreed. There was something propelling us to knit it all back together. The fire between us. The chemistry. The ways our bodies loved to suck and kiss and fuck each other. It was like being driven by an outside force to prove we were still alive. We were still together.
His cock popped free and I moaned. I wanted him back inside me. He rolled me on his side, hiking my ankle to his shoulder. Water droplets rolled along his gorgeous sculpted abs. He eased himself to my center. He had better access to my clit this way, which seemed to be his plan all along. His fingers strummed it perfectly while he thrust with a new harder rhythm.
I reached for him, but instead he placed my hands on my breasts. I realized how much they ached too. I held them, rubbed them while he watched another orgasm tear through me with more fever.
“I’m not going to stop fucking you, I swear.”
His eyes were dark and stormy. Certain. He moved my foot to the mattress as he settled on his back. I climbed forward, straddling him.
“I’m not going to stop either,” I winked as I sank on to him. He growled at the impact of our bodies fusing once again.
“Not for water,” he moaned.
“Or for food,” I whispered.
My hips had a life of their own. I was losing control. I loved riding him. I loved the dizzying effect it had on my body. I loved the look of desire in his eyes. I leaned over him, offering him a nipple. He took it greedily as I cried out when his teeth grazed the sensitive bud.
“Oh shit,” I whimpered, knowing I was going to come again. I swore he was trying to set an orgasm record for me.
“Ride me, baby. So fucking hard.”
I nodded as I pushed up on his chest. My hips jutted back and forth until I thrashed with ecstasy. I knew he felt every pulse. Every quake happening inside me. He heard it on my lips. Saw it in the way my body flushed and quivered. He felt it when I gripped his dick.
He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me to his chest.
“Don’t leave me again,” I whisper.
I looked in his eyes.
“Never,” he answered. “Now I think there are at least five more positions we can try.”
I screamed when he lifted me in the air and flipped me flat on my stomach.
“This one?” I asked.
“This one.”
I tipped my hips just enough for him to slide inside me. His body aligned with mine. His arms folded under my body and I felt his ragged breath against my ear. It was hot. Rhythmic. Erotic. I wiggled beneath him but his weight kept me nearly motionless. It was his cock that did all the work.
