Chapter 23 #2
Caitlin rocks her hips forward so my cock is lined up with her entrance and drops down just enough that my tip slides inside her.
Our twin moans tangle together and fill the air, and my eyes practically cross with the pleasure snaking its way through me.
I’m barely an inch inside her but she’s so warm and tight, I have to concentrate impossibly hard not to come right on the spot.
“Fuck,” I mutter, dragging my mouth from hers as she slides just a little lower with a sharp inhale. “Condom.”
Caitlin tips an eyebrow up. “No.” Her voice is so hotly authoritative I almost combust. When she leans back and I slide in a little deeper, her eyes glitter with something that has lust curling in my belly.
“I haven’t been with anyone since that first time I told you about.
That was barely anything at all, and I’m on the pill for my periods even though it’s done fucking nothing.
” Dropping down, she takes more of me, and I grip her hips, the feel of being inside her with nothing between us unreal.
“I assume you’re tested at the beginning of your seasons and you’re good there.
Eyes on me,” she snaps when I close my eyes against the onslaught of pleasure, and they fly back open immediately, my cock throbbing at her sharp tone and the way she tugs at my hair.
“I told you my only time was awful, so in every way that matters, this is my first time and I’m damn fucking well going to feel you. ”
She slides down the rest of the way, taking me to the hilt, and pauses, her breath tearing out of her and her eyes hooded as she lets herself adjust to my size.
My body is coiled tight, and it takes every ounce of restraint I possess not to move.
Not to give in to my towering need to thrust up into her and fuck her until we both come screaming.
Because this isn’t about me. This is about her.
This strong, beautiful woman who is about to take her pleasure from me for the first time.
And god, I want to give it to her.
All of it.
Every time, but especially this one.
“Then feel me,” I murmur, gripping her hips tighter and leaning in to kiss her neck, flicking the spot behind her ear.
“Every fucking inch baby. Feel my cock inside you while you fuck me so perfectly and feel my hands on every inch of you while you move over me. Feel me, because fuck, I sure feel you. Your wet, hot pussy squeezing me so tightly and the way you tug my hair when you feel something you like. All of you feels incredible, made only for me.” The words spill from my throat in an unrelenting flood I’ll probably regret later, but right now I couldn’t care less because Caitlin is on top of me, my cock buried deep, and nothing in the world has ever felt this good.
When she starts to rock her hips slowly, a soft moan falls from her throat, and I slide my hands up her ribs, cupping her tits and rubbing my thumbs over her nipples, watching as her eyes blur with pleasure.
“Fuck, Caitlin. You feel…shit,” I grit out, unable to finish the sentence as she moves a little faster, taking me just a little deeper into her tight cunt.
Hot. Wet. Perfect. “I can feel you clenching around me,” I murmur, leaning down and taking one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking on the tight peak as she rocks over me, grinding her clit against my pelvis and letting out a garbled cry.
“Fuck yeah,” I mutter against her skin. “Look at how well you’re taking me. You feel so good. So fucking perfect, the way you ride my cock like it’s yours. Because it is, Catie. Now that it’s inside you, it’s fucking yours. We were made to fit together like this.”
“Holy shit,” she groans out, her hips moving faster, her head dropping back, and I immediately press my mouth to the exposed column of her throat, feeling her pulse hammer under my lips. “I didn’t know it could feel like this.”
Me either, I realize, my breath coming in ragged pants as I bring one hand to the side of her neck, the other arm wrapping around her back to hold her closer. I had no fucking idea.
“You feel unreal,” I grit out, crashing my mouth to hers, pleasure building as her hips find their rhythm. “And look at you. So strong and powerful and fucking beautiful taking what you need from me.”
“I need more,” she demands, yanking me back by the hair so my eyes lock with hers, and what I see there hurls me so close to the edge, I have to grit my teeth at the onslaught of pleasure. “And you’re going to give it to me.”
“Fucking right I am,” I mutter, snaking a hand between us and pressing a thumb to her clit, rubbing the firm circles I know she likes. “Anything you want. Everything.”
“Oh my god, it’s so good,” she sobs out, her head dropping back again, and this time I’m not gentle.
I lick up her throat, biting and sucking the sensitive skin as she fucks me with abandon.
I slide my free hand around to cup her ass, helping her move over me as I increase the pressure on her clit and watch as a gorgeous pink flush crawls up her face.
“We’re so good, Caitlin. You and me. So, so good.
I’m close. So fucking close. I need you to come for me so I can fill you up.
Please, baby. Please come for me, and I’ll fill you so fucking full I’ll be dripping out of you for days.
” I can hear myself begging, but I’m too far gone to care.
Every nerve ending in my body is screaming for release, and Caitlin’s hips are bucking wildly.
We’re a mess of grinding bodies and damp skin and moans that fill the air, and as we climb higher, it’s like something between us snaps into place.
Hearts beating together and hot breaths mingling and a string tying us together that feels fragile now but maybe, if we’re lucky, will one day be unbreakable.
“Holy fuck, Drew, I’m gonna…” Caitlin’s words cut off on a cry as I tilt my hips just slightly, and I watch as her breath shudders out, her hips losing their rhythm.
And when she falls apart on top of me, I seal my mouth over hers, tasting her uninhibited moan as my own orgasm slams into me.
I groan into her mouth, my free hand banding tighter around her waist to hold her to me, my thumb still working her clit as we ride out our orgasms together.
When we’re wrung dry, Caitlin collapses against me, her head dropping to my shoulder as I fall backwards onto the bed, my arms tight around her.
Our hearts are pounding and our chests rise and fall in tandem, and I feel both a little stunned by the enormity of what just happened and also settled in a way I haven’t been in a long, long time. Maybe ever.
“Don’t ask me if it was good,” Caitlin mumbles into my neck. “You’re still literally inside me and it’ll totally ruin my post-sex glow.”
I snort out a laugh, trying, and failing, to get my breathing under control. “Baby, you drenched my cock like a goddamn goddess. I don’t have to ask if it was good. I have the evidence of exactly how good it was all over my fucking lap.”
I expect her to say something snarky, but instead she lifts her head and surprises the shit out of me when she rolls us so I’m hovering over her, looking down as she beams up at me.
“Fuck yeah, you do. You’re like some sort of sex god.
Bless all those playboy one-night stands because I really got to reap the benefits just now.
” Then her eyes turn serious and she runs her hands down my chest, settling them on my hips.
“Thank you,” she says quietly. “That was…” She pauses, shaking her head.
“Everything. It was everything. I’ve never felt comfortable giving myself to anyone like that, but it felt right, being with you. ”
Undone, I drop my forehead to hers, stroking one of her cheeks with my thumb. “Catie.” Her name is all I can manage before I press my lips to hers. “It felt right being with you too. Bath,” I murmur.
“What?”
Lifting my head, I press up to my knees, bringing her with me and tugging her into my lap.
“I’m going to go into the bathroom and fill up your bathtub, and then you’re going to get in it.
You might be sore and this will help. Then we’re going to eat ice cream right in this bed, and if you’ll let me, I would really like to stay. ”
Stay.
I’ve never stayed before. Never wanted to. Staying felt too permanent. A kind of commitment my fucked-up brain couldn’t conceive. But with her, it feels natural to ask. Like maybe permanent and commitment is something I can do, but only if I get to do it with her.
Caitlin studies me, fingers stroking over my chest. “You trying to take care of me, Pretty Boy?”
Dropping a kiss on the top of her head, I smile against her hair. “That’s exactly what I’m trying to do.”
When she leans in and presses a kiss to my jaw, my heart literally stutters. I’m gone for her. Entirely fucking gone, scary as it may be. “You going to get into the bathtub with me? Solo baths are boring.”
Laughing, I give her a long, lingering kiss, butterflies in my stomach when she sighs against me. “There is literally nothing else I would rather do.”
So I do. I run a bath and pick Caitlin up, carrying her to the bathroom and settling her in the hot water, sliding in behind her.
I wash her hair and then try to shove my emotions down deep when she washes mine too.
She tugs my shirt on, and we eat ice cream in bed, laughing and talking about everything and nothing, and it’s the best night I’ve ever had, with the best girl next to me.
And when it’s time to go to sleep, I flick off the lamp and settle into bed next to her, the darkness of night cradling us in its comforting stillness.
The kind of darkness I usually hate, except when I’m with her.
And then, with my arm tightly around her and her head on my shoulder like that spot was made for her and her alone, for just the second time in my memory, I drop directly into a deep and dreamless sleep.