Chapter Eight #4
His firm mouth demanded more, demanded everything she had to give, and Serena offered it without hesitation, turning in his arms and clinging to him as the current building between their bodies threatened to sweep them both away.
With another rumble from deep in his chest, Caleb scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed, his mouth never leaving hers.
He tumbled her on to the softness of the covers, and Serena curled herself around him as snugly as she could, her blood beating with an unknown rhythm, whimpering as he pulled away, but only briefly and only so he could rip at his trousers and then he was covering her again, naked, his skin hot to the touch and as he fitted himself onto the cradle of her thighs, her body filled with so many wants and wishes, so many feelings, she wasn’t sure how she didn’t explode.
‘You’re so beautiful, Serena,’ he breathed, the rise and fall of his chest heavy, as though she was too much to truly take in. ‘So beautiful it’s driving me crazy.’
The final words were delivered on a breath of desperation, and then he was lowering his head in worship, burying his face in the valley of her breasts so the embers simmering low in her stomach exploded into a full-on wildfire.
His hands moved to palm her breasts, but they had become so sensitive that at the tiniest amount of pressure, she gasped, and Caleb pulled back, alarmed.
‘It’s OK,’ she assured him breathlessly. ‘They’re just really sensitive right now.’
A soft light burned in his eyes. ‘I’ll be very gentle then.’
And he was. Beautifully, exquisitely gentle.
He caressed her almost reverently, stroking her with fingers as soft as a butterfly’s wing and where he would have used his thumb, employed his tongue instead, licking and sucking her into the warm heat of his mouth and the tenderness of his ministrations only seemed to send their power arrowing deeper into her so that she was quivering beneath him.
‘Caleb,’ she pleaded, the stars flashing before her eyes with such brightness she was half-convinced she could reach out and touch them.
His only response was the flash of a smile as he drew his line of teasing kisses even lower down her body, blazing a path over her stomach and lower again to where she had never been touched.
Even if Serena had possessed the breath to protest, she wouldn’t, because his mouth on her most secret cavern felt like the ultimate way of giving and belonging, and there was a relentless tattoo striking right there, which only throbbed with greater insistence as his mouth neared.
And then his mouth was on her, his lips and tongue moving with synchronised perfection and in a matter of moments Serena was soaring, spinning higher and higher out of herself and it didn’t once enter her mind to be scared of the plummet back to earth, because she knew that Caleb was there to catch her.
Caleb had never seen a sight more beautiful than Serena trapped in the grip of her quaking release. She sparkled with the orgasm tearing through her, and as the ripples subsided long enough for her to open her eyes, and they locked on him, her smile was as dazzling as rays of sunlight.
‘That was incredible,’ she breathed, reaching for him to press, fast, eager kisses to his lips.
‘I am nowhere near finished yet,’ he promised, his chest flooding with the pleasure he’d given and all that he still intended to bestow and with a single move pinned her beneath his weight.
Surrender had never felt so good. Thinking only about this moment and nothing else.
For the first time in a long time, it was the impulses of his body leading the way instead of his brain, and his body wanted this—closeness, pleasure.
Serena. He had known the moment they returned to the villa that he didn’t want to fight anymore.
Couldn’t fight anymore. He had been fighting all day, and after too many moments holding her close and being teased and tempted by her softness and her scent, his hunger for her was too great to be denied.
Another night without her seemed…impossible.
And had he known how spectacularly eager and responsive she would be beneath him, he would have lost his battle hours earlier.
Caleb drew his lips across her mouth, before moving down her neck and chest, over her stomach and then to the arch of her thighs, dropping open-mouthed kisses back up her body.
He would have kept on kissing her, tasting every inch, but his impatience was insistent, and with the way she was arching and pulsing under him, Caleb couldn’t wait a moment longer to sink his hard length inside her, and the welcome he received, her muscles stretching and tightening around him like a hug, was beyond his greatest longing.
He wanted to hold steady, to relish that moment of reunion after craving it for so long and so fervently, but he simply couldn’t.
He had to move, compelled by the emotions powering through him.
More than everything he had already acknowledged feeling for her, more than protectiveness, more than lust.
She shuddered out his name as he started to move, slow and deep, and with each surge, the sensations unfurling beneath his skin and throughout his chest tautened and deepened.
It felt like drowning, in the best way possible.
Pleasure saturated him, and as she craned her mouth to reach his, the sweetness of her exploding on his tongue was an aphrodisiac unlike any other he’d ever known.
His climax began to build, too soon but unstoppable.
And as Serena hit her peak, her cry the most joyous, breathless sound he’d ever heard as he delivered her to a world that was uniquely theirs, Caleb’s climax ripped through him, his roar of release drowning out the sounds of her fulfilment before he collapsed on top of her like a ship wrecked on the shore.