I exhaled the breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding, feeling emotions I couldn’t begin to place. Gliding my tongue into his mouth, I surrendered into his passionate embrace. He could feel my chest rising and falling against his torso, my hard nipples firmly pressed against his clothed chest. He hadn’t even touched me yet, and I was already splitting at the seams.
“Caleb,” I expressed, strangled and frantic.
He kissed me until my body undeniably yielded to him.
Until I was anxious and trembling, soft and supple in his arms.
Until every muscle pulsed with anticipation.
With need.
With want.
With desire to once again be his and only his.
He was my undoing.
Caleb Hawkins had always been my soul mate.
Our lips moved like they were made for one another. Full of desperation and urgency, desire and hunger, fighting our past and our way back to each other. I could hear the pounding of his heartbeat and feel the thrumming of his pulse quickening with a rhythmic, alluring sound that both soothed and controlled me in ways I never wanted it to stop. Not for one second.
It was maddening.
Controlling.
Everything I wanted it to be.
His lips moved from mine, descending down my neck—pecking, nipping, licking. My head extended back even though I whimpered at the loss of his mouth against mine.
It was slow and instinctual.
Further surrendering to his touch, to his love, to the man who owned my heart and soul.
“Caleb … please kiss me again.”
He eyed me with a predatory regard. “I will.” He grinned. “But first I’m going to kiss your pussy.”
Roughly gripping onto my thighs, he slid my ass down to the edge of the table where he tore off my panties and dress next. Once I was naked, he dropped to the floor and sucked my clit into his mouth.
I gasped a heady breath, turned on but also startled by his aggressive gesture. He took his time. Inch by inch, leaving me breathless beneath him, working me into a frenzy.
Kissing.
Licking.
Fucking me with his skilled tongue.
“Beg me, Evie. Beg me to make you come.”
I sat up on my elbows and pleaded, “Please…” causing my back to arch when he did exactly what I asked.
I exploded, coming so hard I think I blacked out for a moment.
“Caleb…” I purred his name, fisting my hand in his hair.
“Whose pussy is this, Evie? Who owns every last part of you?”
I moaned in response.
“Tell me? Tell me who you fucking belong to?” he demanded, standing above my body.
I watched as he threw off his shirt and unbuttoned his slacks, pulling out his huge, hard cock. It was only then I noticed...
“You’re still pierced?”
He deviously smiled, looking utterly delicious.
“You weren’t at Jax’s vow renewal.”
“I only wear it for you, darlin’. Now answer my question.”
Placing his shaft along my opening, he soaked the tip with my wetness and parted my lips. Slowly and deliberately swaying up and down, he knew my clit was still sensitive from his relentless tongue.
“You,” was all I could say.
In one hard thrust, he was deep inside of me. Under the stars on the deck of the boat, he made me his on the pink roses I loved.
“Fuck me,” he growled.
My hands gripped the edge of the table while he slammed in and out of me. I could feel my pussy clamping onto his cock, tighter and tighter with each push and pull of his dick.
With each moan that escaped my lips.
With each deep thrust of his cock.
With each clench of my pussy, stirring down to his balls.
I lost myself to him.
Coming.
Spasming.
Trembling.
I couldn’t stop coming on his dick.
He leaned forward, resting his forehead on mine to stare deep into my hooded eyes.
Our hearts pounded.
Our skin was covered in sweat.
Our lungs were completely out of breath.
He made love to me, completely oblivious to everything around us. Vanished in our abandonment.
In our own world.
In our own everything.
All I could hear was desire over the waves crashing onto the boat, mimicking the rhythm of our hearts as he took what belonged to him.
Me.
When he moved his hands to my clit, my breathing escalated.
“Yeah, Evie. Come on my cock … just like that … give it to me…”
I could feel my pussy tighten, gripping his dick like a vise. My body shivered from the ocean breeze hitting my sweat-soaked skin.
He kissed me more aggressively than before and grabbed the back of my neck, wanting to bring me closer to him. Our lips moved on their own accord, no longer having any control over our actions.
He kissed my jawline to my neck and then deliberately made his way back up to my mouth.
“Goddamn … you feel so fucking good,” he groaned, roughly gripping onto my hips.
Moving harder, faster, for his pleasure and mine. He could feel my g-spot on the tip of cock, only fueling his thrusts. My body was on the verge of shuddering as I took his vigorous assault.