“Key…unlock,Caleb,” I groan between kisses, his body pressed firmly against mine as one hand grips the back of my neck and the other fiddles around his pockets for the keys.
“You’re just too delicious,” he whispers. “Can’t…stop.” The keys drop to the ground and he mumbles a curse, but instead of pulling back to pick them up, he mutters a “Fuck it,” beforebending to hoist me up, my legs flying around his waist as his hands dig into my ass, and then I’m against the wall again.
“Fuck,Rosie. These lips…that tongue. I don’t think you realize what you do to me.”
I moan into his lips, my hips moving against him uncontrollably as his hands move against my ass. “Inside…take me to bed,cariño,” I whisper against him, and with a pained groan, he slowly withdraws from our kisses and lowers me down his body, making sure to not let an inch of space come between us. My stomach tightens as I watch his heated stare roam over me. He opens his lips but I’m suddenly too nervous for anything he has to say. He gets this look in his eye a lot lately. The kind of look that makes my chest ache, and I know what words come next…and I can’t bear to hear them. Not yet.
So, I silence him with the press of my lips against his, tucking a hand into his shirt and wiggling out of his hold.
“Pick up the keys, open the door, and then fuck me until we’re breathless,” I pant against his lips. He wastes no time in bending to get the keys and doing as I instructed.
We’re both panting by the time we make it to his bed, leaving a trail of clothing as we go. His hands are everywhere, easing me down onto his soft silk sheets. Caleb is almost reverent in his touches, like he knows he can’t speak the words I keep silencing, and instead tells me through our bodies, ensuring to leave no part of me untouched by either his soft teasing caresses or the press of his lips.
“So fucking beautiful,” he says with the press of his lips to my shoulder, my collarbone, and my navel. His hands roam, cupping my breasts, using his fingers to tease my nipples before he swaps it for his tongue. “You taste so sweet. So soft,” he murmurs, and I moan as he shifts his body between mine, the weight of him making me writhe with need.
Sex has been so different lately. It’s so incredibly heated, and if we’re not playing with ties, food, or toys…it becomes a passion and lust-filled moment of intensity. It becomes…more.And every time I tell myself I won’t let it get that way…that I won’t let our hearts get wrapped up in the chemistry of our bodies…he holds me to him. His hands begin their taunting across my skin, and he whispers sweet nothings in my ear until I’m soaking and aching for him. And every time, I think my mask of indifference, my attempt at not falling, slips just a little bit more.
“Need…” I pant, my body moving against him despite only his hands and lips touching my skin. “Need you,mi amor.” His head snaps up and I can’t find it in me to take it back. I just plant my lips on his, swiping my tongue against his, tasting him, and reveling in the way his body slides against mine. “Fill me up, please.”
“So fucking hot when you beg.” In an instant, his hand is between my legs. “And so fucking wet for me, pretty girl.” He kisses down my neck, hooking an arm around my leg and lifting as he positions his hips between mine. In one breath, I feel him push in until he’s fully seated. We fall into each other, our lips slowly and teasingly coming together in a kiss while his hands find my hair and his hips slowly retreat before slamming into me. With slow and hard strokes, Caleb’s body completely owns mine and I give in to him, like every other time.
Despite the turmoil of the day and how exhausted I’ve been, falling into bed with Caleb, being wrapped up in him like this, feeling his touch and his kisses, his hard body moving against me, inside me as we come together is the ultimate reset button. Our bodies slick with sweat, our limbs entangled, and our hearts now steady, it feels like I can finally breathe again. Where I had felt flat and defeated and lost merely a few hours ago, here and now, I feel found. At peace and completely whole.
I must have been exhausted, because I don’t remember falling asleep, and I don’t really recall where I am, at least not until I catch his scent and then feel a hand on my thigh.
“Wake up. Need you, pretty girl.”
A soft moan leaves my lips, feeling arousal begin to work its way over my body, and I can feel my lips tip up in a soft smile. I feel wet already, feel like I’m riding the edge of an orgasm. Perhaps I am dreaming again. One of those mind-blowing dreams that has me reaching for Caleb in the middle of the night, so I decide to do just that. My hand falls to the bed beside me but it’s…empty.
I jolt when there’s warmth between my legs again. “Rosebud.” Caleb’s sweet smooth voice has my eyes blinking open, and I realize it’s him between my legs, his mouth and tongue lapping at me, teasing my clit, and when his eyes flick up to mine, his lips spread into an achingly delicious grin. “Finally,” he growls against my aching pussy, and then he’s like an unleashed animal.
“Holy fuck.” The moan comes out strangled as Caleb latches onto my clit and sucks, a finger circling my entrance teasingly before pushing all the way in. Wasting no time, he twists and curls, pressing against that very sensitive spot, making my back arch off the bed.
“Quick, come on my tongue, Rosebud. Let me taste you. And then let me take you.”
“Fuck!” I shout the word and then hiss his name as the orgasm crashes through me. My eyes squeeze closed as theeuphoric wave rushes through my whole body, my legs falling limp as his finger continues to slowly pump inside me, his tongue easing its strokes against my clit, and then he’s cleaning me up.
“Mmmm, so fucking sweet.” He places a sweet kiss to my clit before easing out his finger and then climbing up my body and planting his lips on mine.
“Morning,cariño,” I whisper against his lips as he continues to kiss me, tasting of me and of him, and it already has me needing more.
“Morning, pretty girl.” He tucks his arms under my back then rolls us expertly, a little giggle of surprise leaving me as he ends up underneath me. His smile makes my heart stutter in my chest.
“Now ride me.” He grunts with a swift spank to my ass, and I gasp. His hand massages over the sting as my legs relax on either side of him. I reach between us, dragging him through my center, sitting up, and looking down at where we meet as I notch him at my entrance.
“Yes, Rosie,” he hisses, and then I slide down. “So tight. So perfect.Fuckk.”His fingers dig into my hips and I slide all the way down, my head falling between my shoulders on a breath. “Just like that, Rosebud. Fuck me like you own me.” His hands shift, slamming me down as he thrusts up, and the slam of our bodies together has me shuddering.
“Idoown you,” I manage to say between pants. The pace increases and he makes a sound at the back of his throat as my fingers claw into his chest, swiveling my hips and taking control.
“Yes, you do,” he groans. “Every fucking part of me, you own, Rosie.” I fall forward on his chest, our lips locking together as his hands hold my hips and he thrusts up. “I’m yours, Rosebud.”Fuck.
My mouth falls open on a silent scream as he pistons inside me with speed, hitting all the right spots. I sit up slightly, and when his teeth latch on to my nipple and he flicks it with his tongue, I come completely undone, hissing his name as my body quakes and shudders above him. A few more strokes and whispered curses, and Caleb wraps his arms around my body and pulls me tightly against him as he shutters with his own release.
“Rosebud. My pretty, little Rosebud,” he whispers, his fingers playing with my hair as he leaves little kisses along my shoulder. “Fuck, I love waking up with you.”
I swallow the sudden lump in my throat at all his sweet words. They get harder and harder to hear the more he says them, and it’s because I found myself wanting them, and I don’t know how to handle any of that. My mind spins with the thoughts as he gets out of bed to clean up. He comes back with a cloth, but my eyes just find his and I suddenly ache for a whole new reason. Because I find myself wanting Caleb in ways I shouldn’t. Sadness strikes me out of nowhere at the realization…I can’t keep him.
“Caleb,” I whisper, rolling onto my side as he makes his way back over to the bed. “Can you…can you hold me?” It’s silent for a moment and I can’t bring myself to look up at him. I feel all kinds of vulnerable and foolish, but I don’t want any of this to end, even though it feels like it will. “Please, just for a moment.” That seems to startle him, but he doesn’t hesitate. He throws the cloth to the table beside the bed as he climbs in and pulls me against him, his arms wrapping around my body, a hand resting on my head as he tucks me under his chin.
