Olivia #2
“God, you're salty,” he mutters, sucking a mark there while his fingers work my jeans open. I arch into him, heels digging into the back of his thighs, pulling him closer. Having him between my legs feels perfect, and I reach down to palm the hard length straining inside his jeans.
Our kisses turn deeper as his fingers trace the edge of my panties, teasing me. I whisper his name and he answers by sliding one thick digit under the lace, finding me soaked and ready.
Caleb groans against my mouth, pumping his finger slowly while his thumb circles my clit.
I buck into his hand, needing more. He pulls back just enough to strip the rest of my clothes off, dragging my jeans and panties down my legs in one rough motion.
His eyes darken as he stares at me, completely bare.
Then he stands and shoves his own jeans and boxers down, kicking them aside.
When he crawls back down over me, I wrap my legs around his waist and he lines himself up. The blunt head of his cock presses against my entrance, stretching me as he pushes in, making me hiss. I'll never get over the feeling of him being in me when I'm this worked up. It's exquisite.
“Fuck, you feel perfect,” he rasps, burying his face in my neck. He starts thrusting and finding that spot inside me that makes my eyes roll back.
“Shit, Caleb… right there." My voice catches as he hits a spot deep inside me that makes me suck in a breath.
He keeps his rhythm steady, hips rolling with control. “Yeah? You like it right there?” he asks, and I can feel his smile against my cheek.
I groan in pleasure and moan, “Yes. Don’t stop. It feels so good.”
Caleb grunts softly and maintains the same angle, thrusting deeper each time. “God, you’re so wet,” he mutters, gripping my hip with one hand. “Feels fucking amazing.”
I run my hands down his back and feel his muscles shift under my palms as I lift my hips to meet his thrusts. “Harder,” I whimper between ragged breaths. Every time he drives into me it’s better, I feel fuller. I could get used to this.
He adjusts immediately, driving into me with more force while keeping the same steady pace. Sweat starts to slick our skin where we press together, and I close my eyes and focus on the way every thrust sends sparks through me. I'm losing control, ready to spill over, and he slows a little.
“You getting close?” he asks, and he's panting too.
“Yeah,” I pant. “Please…”
Caleb's thrusts become robotic and perfect. Exactly what I need to free my body to feel bliss. The pressure builds in my core, growing tighter and more intense with each stroke. My legs start to shake and I clutch his shoulders.
“Oh, God… Caleb,” I gasp.
The orgasm crashes over me suddenly. My back arches off the bed as powerful waves of pleasure surge through my body.
My walls tighten and pulse around his dick in strong, rhythmic contractions, squeezing him over and over as heat floods every nerve.
The climax rolls through me in long, deep pulses that leave me gasping and dizzy, my thighs quivering uncontrollably against his sides.
It lingers with smaller aftershocks following until I’m completely spent and limp and my chest is heaving.
He keeps thrusting slowly as the last aftershocks fade, and I shift beneath him, still breathing hard. “Mmm, God, that was amazing," I moan, but he's not done yet.
Caleb pulls out carefully and lies back on the bed, pulling at me like he wants me on top. So I swing my leg over and straddle him, lowering myself onto his cock inch by inch until he is fully inside again. We both groan at the same time.
“This feels deeper,” I say, starting to rock my hips slowly. “You’re so deep.”
His hands settle on my waist, and he grabs me, guiding my movements. “Yeah, well you're in charge. Ride me however you want,” he growls, and I get the sense he's really enjoying this. “I like watching you like this.”
I brace my palms on his chest and start rising and falling. The slick sounds grow louder as I pick up speed, leaning forward a bit, grinding down so my clit gets stimulated. “Touch me here,” I tell him, taking his hand and placing it between my legs.
Caleb’s thumb finds my clit and rubs me, making it easier for me to enjoy this. “Like this?” he asks. God, it’s so erotic when he touches me like this, and when he talks to me it pushes buttons I didn’t know I had. He’s so good at making me feel so amazing.
“Exactly,” I pant, bouncing a little harder. “That feels really good.”
He thrusts up to meet me, matching my pace. “God, this feels incredible," he groans, then grits his teeth and breathes through them. I feel his dick pulsing and wonder if he's close, but I'm chasing another high.
The pleasure starts building again, spreading through my stomach and legs. I move faster, thighs burning from the effort. “Oh, God… again,” I pant. “Keep your thumb right there. Don’t change it.”
Caleb keeps rubbing my clit while thrusting up into me, and I'm going to lose my mind if I don’t release soon. “You gonna come again?”
“So close,” I moan. My legs are shaking so bad it's a wonder I can still move; I'm so out of shape. “Oh, God, Caleb, right there.”
My second orgasm crashes through me as powerful waves surge outward from my core.
My walls pulse and squeeze around him and I almost start crying.
The long, broken moans get louder as intense heat floods every part of me.
My climax rolls through every muscle, making my thighs quiver and my vision blur.
Smaller pulses continue for several seconds, leaving me whimpering and dizzy, completely limp as I slump forward onto his chest, panting,, but he doesn't stop thrusting. He holds me close for a second, then gently rolls us over so I'm on my back again, then starts thrusting deeper.
His thrusts turn faster, less controlled, and within a few seconds he's hissing. “Shit… Yes…"
Caleb buries himself as deep as he can and comes hard. His dick pulses in strong, rhythmic spurts, and low, rough growl escapes his throat as his orgasm wracks his body.
His hips jerk a few more times, each one pushing another thick pulse of heat into me until he's spent and limp, pulling out and rolling to the side.
The magic between us isn't fading like I feared it would.
In fact, if anything, it's getting stronger.
I consider myself a strong woman, but every time this man comes to my rescue, I appreciate more and more how he allows me to be soft when I want to be and challenges me to be strong when I need to be.
I think I'm in love.
And I think I like it.