wet. Just as I want you.”
Slow and soft, the tip of his finger slipped around my entrance, and my eyes drifted shut. He teased, not penetrating me fully with his finger, and I shuddered with pleasure each time he came close.
“There,” I whispered. “That’s where I ache.”
“Where’s that, doll?”
“Where I want you to be. Inside of me.”
“Patience, Emma. Patience.”
His fingertip found my most sensitive spot, and he moved, back and forth, up and down, exactly as I liked it. The sensation between my legs built and rose, and all I wanted was release. After two years together, he knew exactly how to bring me to the edge of orgasm. This was what he did to me—rendered me incapable of wanting anything but the basest of pleasures. I grinned at him through half-lidded eyes.
“Does this help?”
I hummed in the affirmative and then protested with a groan when he took his hand away and stood up. He seized my mouth with his, and I knew I’d spend the rest of the night with tender, kiss-stung lips from the force of his need.
He paused to whisper against my skin. “I have something else that will take away your ache.”
His eyes bordered on the severe as he unzipped his pants, and I knew when he had that particular expression, he was about overcome with desire. I leaned back and braced myself with my palms behind me while offering myself to him.
His erection in hand, he rubbed the tip of himself between my legs, making me gasp, open-mouthed. He lifted his gaze to my face. “Let go, Emma. I can tell you’re close.”
I gripped the side of the wooden desk, tilting my hips so I could feel more of his hardness against my swollen, ripe flesh. Roughly he reached around and pulled me toward the edge, nearer to him. We locked eyes, and I was riveted by the intensity flaring within him. Sex with Caleb was always excellent and often mind-blowing. Near-spiritual. It was how we connected, how our souls danced. Fucking like this always, eventually, made me break whatever role I was playing and grin with happiness.
“Give it to me. Please?” he whispered. He rubbed for a few moments more, and I felt myself perspire behind my knees, like I always did before climaxing.
My orgasm rumbled through my body, and the moment I cried out with a glorious half-laugh, he plunged his cock inside of me and grabbed one of my ponytails, yanking my head to the side so he could groan in my ear. This was Caleb; tender and gentle one minute, then consumed with need and roughness the next.
I loved it all, because when we were together, it felt like I belonged to him.
“Emma. My little fuck doll,” he rasped as he thrust, strong and rock-hard, into me. “ This is what you needed.”
I cried out in soft, gasping breaths. My arms went instinctively around his neck so I could draw him close, but he pinned them in back of me, holding me tight by the wrists while making a tsk-tsk sound with his tongue.
“No, Emma. No. Let me fuck you. You got what you needed, now let me take what I want.”
I struggled halfheartedly, knowing it would drive him crazy. I also knew that if at any moment I wanted to stop, if I felt uncomfortable, he’d accommodate any of my wishes. I trusted him with my body.
And my wish now was for him to be rough. I struggled half-heartedly. He clenched my wrists tighter, and I responded by squeezing my legs around him.
“Such a good girl,” he growled.
My head tipped back, my body shimmering with the happiness of being so close to him. Caleb’s nose grazed my neck, and he groaned, loud. He released my arms, and I instinctively hugged him hard, feeling perspiration seep through his shirt. He abruptly pulled out and spurted on the damp curls between my legs, a few inches from the frilly hem of my dress, which was gathered high on my waist. The visual was at once dirty and primal. I was out of breath, my heart a rapid beat.
“God, that was close. I almost came inside of you.”
His words snapped me back to
Slow and soft, the tip of his finger slipped around my entrance, and my eyes drifted shut. He teased, not penetrating me fully with his finger, and I shuddered with pleasure each time he came close.
“There,” I whispered. “That’s where I ache.”
“Where’s that, doll?”
“Where I want you to be. Inside of me.”
“Patience, Emma. Patience.”
His fingertip found my most sensitive spot, and he moved, back and forth, up and down, exactly as I liked it. The sensation between my legs built and rose, and all I wanted was release. After two years together, he knew exactly how to bring me to the edge of orgasm. This was what he did to me—rendered me incapable of wanting anything but the basest of pleasures. I grinned at him through half-lidded eyes.
“Does this help?”
I hummed in the affirmative and then protested with a groan when he took his hand away and stood up. He seized my mouth with his, and I knew I’d spend the rest of the night with tender, kiss-stung lips from the force of his need.
He paused to whisper against my skin. “I have something else that will take away your ache.”
His eyes bordered on the severe as he unzipped his pants, and I knew when he had that particular expression, he was about overcome with desire. I leaned back and braced myself with my palms behind me while offering myself to him.
His erection in hand, he rubbed the tip of himself between my legs, making me gasp, open-mouthed. He lifted his gaze to my face. “Let go, Emma. I can tell you’re close.”
I gripped the side of the wooden desk, tilting my hips so I could feel more of his hardness against my swollen, ripe flesh. Roughly he reached around and pulled me toward the edge, nearer to him. We locked eyes, and I was riveted by the intensity flaring within him. Sex with Caleb was always excellent and often mind-blowing. Near-spiritual. It was how we connected, how our souls danced. Fucking like this always, eventually, made me break whatever role I was playing and grin with happiness.
“Give it to me. Please?” he whispered. He rubbed for a few moments more, and I felt myself perspire behind my knees, like I always did before climaxing.
My orgasm rumbled through my body, and the moment I cried out with a glorious half-laugh, he plunged his cock inside of me and grabbed one of my ponytails, yanking my head to the side so he could groan in my ear. This was Caleb; tender and gentle one minute, then consumed with need and roughness the next.
I loved it all, because when we were together, it felt like I belonged to him.
“Emma. My little fuck doll,” he rasped as he thrust, strong and rock-hard, into me. “ This is what you needed.”
I cried out in soft, gasping breaths. My arms went instinctively around his neck so I could draw him close, but he pinned them in back of me, holding me tight by the wrists while making a tsk-tsk sound with his tongue.
“No, Emma. No. Let me fuck you. You got what you needed, now let me take what I want.”
I struggled halfheartedly, knowing it would drive him crazy. I also knew that if at any moment I wanted to stop, if I felt uncomfortable, he’d accommodate any of my wishes. I trusted him with my body.
And my wish now was for him to be rough. I struggled half-heartedly. He clenched my wrists tighter, and I responded by squeezing my legs around him.
“Such a good girl,” he growled.
My head tipped back, my body shimmering with the happiness of being so close to him. Caleb’s nose grazed my neck, and he groaned, loud. He released my arms, and I instinctively hugged him hard, feeling perspiration seep through his shirt. He abruptly pulled out and spurted on the damp curls between my legs, a few inches from the frilly hem of my dress, which was gathered high on my waist. The visual was at once dirty and primal. I was out of breath, my heart a rapid beat.
“God, that was close. I almost came inside of you.”
His words snapped me back to
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