With my body spread out across the surface, I slowly became aware of the rapid rise and fall of my chest. “Oh God,” I gasped. He straightened and loomed over me.
I licked my lips. There was a smile across his face as he made quick work of the buttons of his shirt. I watched as he peeled the fabric off his strong, lean body and then once again gripped my thighs.
“Wait, Caleb,” I started to plead. I didn’t think that my body could contain the extent of pleasure that he was wreaking through it. I was going to lose my mind.
But before I could say another word, he ripped the tiny soaked thong from my body and flung the scrap of material behind him. One sharp tug and I was hanging just off the edge of the table. To my shock, once again he returned to his knees.
His tongue rimmed between the folds of my sex, and then proceeded to suck feverishly on the pulsing opening of my sex. I cried out when he dipped his tongue into me. Whatever reservations I’d had disappeared like a wisp of smoke in a tornado.
God, I wanted this.
I moaned when the pad of one of his fingers replaced the assault of his tongue and stroked up and down the slit of my sex. Then he thrust it into me, gently and carefully, before pushing it all the way through.
My hips bucked at the delicious intrusion. Lazily, he finger-fucked me. It was maddeningly good. But as I prepared myself to enjoy the sensation, another finger was thrust in. It was a tight fit, but it felt good.
“Yes,” I gasped.
Then he inserted a third.
“Caleb,” I cried out, my head rising off the table.
“Shhh …” he said. “I’m just stretching you, baby. Getting you wet and ready for me.” With three fingers inside me he rose to his feet and swung one arm around my waist to hold me firmly in place.
His fingers began to move expertly inside of me. I was clenched so tightly around those digits I could feel every curve and protrusion of his fingers as he thrust them into the depths of my core. He began with a gentle, lazy motion but then his pace quickened. My hips writhed of their own volition, pumping to meet the rhythm of his drive, then he leaned forward, and began to ram into me fast and hard. My back flew off the table.
“Holy fuck!” I cried out at the heightened burst of pleasure, but he had no intention of stopping or slowing down.
To my horror, I began to gush liquid.
“Caleb, stop!” I half screamed, but he wouldn’t listen. And it was a good thing he didn’t because the waves were already coming for me. I grabbed his shoulder and held on for dear life, my nails digging into his skin.
I was mere seconds from an explosion when he lowered his head and sucked my clit into his mouth. He was sucking and ramming mercilessly into me.
Pleasure washed over me in brutal waves and I came with a piercing scream, my hips jerking and rocking maddeningly into his relentless tongue. But still he didn’t stop or move away until I collapsed back onto the table.
“Oh God,” I cried out, tears burning my eyes. I could register nothing beyond the violent trembling of my body and the erratic pounding of my heart.
He lapped at me, greedily licking up every bit of my cream. The velvety pressure of his tongue, prolonged my torment. Still, he knew to keep away from my clit. It felt so swollen and sensitive I could feel the warm air he exhaled as he breathed over it. When he had cleaned me up he rose to his feet, and grabbing my arms, pulling me to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“How was that, Willow?” he asked.
I wanted to bite him, to cause him some sort of pain because of how raw he had just made me. “You’re dangerous.”
He laughed and crushed his lips to mine. The smoky-sweet taste of my sex still lingered on his tongue.
“Hmm,” a deep moan flowed out of me as I kissed him back. Reluctantly, I let him pull away.
He looked at me as if I was a juicy piece of steak and he was starving. I thought of the condom Sandra had put into my purse. I knew I should take it out now, but I had waited for this man all my life and I couldn’t bear the thought of something even that thin between us. He was a man of the world. Maybe he would bring it up, but even though I just met him this was no casual thing for me. He was the first and only man I’d ever wanted in my life, and I felt as if I’d known him for a lifetime. In fact, it already seemed as if he held my soul in his hand.