38. Lex
Chapter thirty-eight
My sensitive pussy throbs against Caleb’s hard cock. I grind and roll my hips over him, wanting to make him feel as good as he so effortlessly makes me.
He leans one hand back in the water to hold himself up, while the other is at the small of my back, pulling me harder against his length.
His eyes are dazed, hooded with lust, and his jaw hangs open.
It’s a sight that has me heating all over, fuelling my need for him, even though he already made me come just moments ago.
Keeping my gaze on him, I rise onto my knees and graze my pussy up his cock, aiming for the tip. I stop when I feel him poised at my entrance, then slowly lower back down, taking him inside me.
His hand clenches on my back, and his eyes squeeze shut for a moment. I feel a shiver rattle his body as I sink to the hilt.
We haven’t done this position, where I’m on top of him, taking control.
It takes me back to the other night at my beach when I was on my knees for him.
Watching him come undone from my touch was empowering.
I like making him feel good. I like knowing how much my presence, my touch, can affect him. The same as he does to me.
I roll my hips, taking his cock slow and deep. My hands on Caleb’s neck fiddle with his chain before tangling in the ends of his hair, making him groan.
With a renewed sense of possession, I pick up speed, flicking my hips as I grind down.
“Fuck me, Siren. Look at you riding my cock.”
Caleb’s eyes drop down to the clear, blue water between us, gently crashing against our skin every time our bodies meet. With my thumbs under his chin, I tilt his head back up to look into my eyes while I roll my hips harder. Faster.
“Jesus, baby,” he pants.
My breath picks up as I feel another orgasm closing in. “I’m gonna come, Caleb.”
He moans, and I don’t know if it’s from my movements, the fact that he knows I’m close, or because I said his name.
“I want you to come with me,” I beg.
“I’m right there.”
“I want you to come with me and know I made you do it.”
“It’s always you.”
“I want you to come with me because you can’t control yourself around me.”
“Never.”
“I want you to come inside me because I’m yours.”
He brings both arms tight around me, fusing our bodies together as we cry into the darkening sky, a collision of our names mingling with the sounds of crashing waves. Chests beating against the other, desperate for air. Sweat and sea water sluicing over our skin. Foreheads touching as we come down.
“I’ll only ever be yours, Lex.”