Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 93961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
“Angel . . . ” he breathed.
He guided me to my feet and pulled me to him, gently caressing my face, his eyes still molten with heat as they searched my face.
Without a word he kissed me and the kiss was long and slow, his lips gentle but in charge. His body was warm and wet, his fingers tight on my jaw as his mouth moved sensually over mine.
When the fingers of his free hand slid between my thighs and found how aroused I was, he groaned into my mouth, his body shifting to allow him more access. I trembled against his fingers as they flittered over my clit and into the creaminess of my body. I gasped against his lips, my body lighting up with desire as he rubbed and teased the small nub of nerves. My knees grew weak. I wanted to come. But I wanted to come with him inside of me.
“Take me to the bed,” I moaned as he kissed his way along my jaw.
He turned off the water, and taking me by the hand stepped out of the shower and led me across the spacious bathroom. He lovingly toweled me off until my skin was only damp, delicately wiping me down until the last sparkle of water was gone. My heart pounded wildly in my chest and my breathing quickened, and I almost came when he brushed the towel over my aching clit.
I watched him with hungry eyes. His body was magnificent. Hard muscle and smooth flesh, his thickening cock growing between his legs.
“I want you so much,” I breathed with desperation. And he gave me a look of pure, unadulterated lust as he led me to the bed.
My belly was big now and it was harder to make love in certain positions, but Caleb only saw this as an opportunity to explore new ways to see what worked, what didn’t work, and what felt good. He was a gentle lover, reassuring and generous but fiercely commanding and wildly experimental. He had a strong sexual appetite and never failed to let me know how much he desired me. Sometimes he would just come up behind me and nuzzle into my throat and tell me how much I turned him on. Other times we would stand there kissing, and he would do things with his mouth and tongue that made me think I could come just from the way they moved over mine.
But tonight he was motivated by a darkness in him. A torment as black as night. Seeing his brother so injured and broken cut him deeply, evoking his demons from deep inside. He wasn’t rough, but he wasn’t gentle. And his preoccupation didn’t cut our lovemaking short, it only inspired a need in him to take his time. To torture me with all his prowess. To get my body so aroused with only his tongue and mouth, until I was writhing on the bed desperately wanting him to put his cock in me.
This was about me. But it was also about him trying to regain control over something, because in his head, the chaos was spinning wildly in the wind.
My body churned restlessly beneath him wanting to come but he was torturing me in the most delicious way, making me wait, bringing me to the edge but not letting me tumble over into the abyss.
“Please!” I begged, raking my fingers through his hair.
His stubble gently grazed my inner thighs as his tongue pressed against my clit until I was about to explode. And just when I thought I was going to burst, he would pull away and flitter his tongue over a less-sensitive area. I gripped the sheet beneath me and arched my back so my clit found his mouth again, and I gasped with the slight penetration of his tongue into me, mindless with pleasure, wild with need.
“Come for me, angel,” he finally moaned against my sensitive flesh. His tongue swirled and licked with the perfect amount of pressure and I unraveled against him. My sex quivered against his mouth as my orgasm possessed me. I breathed out a whimpered moan and dragged my fingers through his hair, lost in the sensation coursing though me.
But he wasn’t done with me yet. He spread my thighs wider and nuzzled into me again.
“Caleb . . . I can’t, no more, please. I need you inside me.” I was barely down from my cloud when he started at my flesh again and I trembled against his mouth with the beginnings of a new climax. My legs shook. My clit throbbed. And from nowhere, it burst across my body like falling embers. A cry made from raw pleasure tore out of me, and before my body could even adjust to the pleasure consuming it, he ran his big cock through the quaking flesh and thrust deep and hard into my body. The immediate fullness filled me with bliss. Feeling him push into me, feeling him thrusting, feeling him pull away and rub his wide, smooth head against my clit sent goosebumps prickling along my skin. He pulled out and the emptiness was immediate.