24. Margot
TWENTY-FOUR
Margot
B y the time we were on the Coast Guard base and in Caleb’s room, the entire sky had opened up and the rain poured into the parking lot. We ran, jumping puddles and laughing, crossing the sidewalk and grassy areas. He let me inside. Not kissing wasn’t an option.
His mouth was on mine all over again. I purred against his tongue. He was such a damn good kisser. The best, really. He took his time, teasing the corners, exploring my mouth, playing with my tongue, nipping, and biting in alternate measures. He drove me crazy.
My core quivered at every touch. My breath hitched at every press of his hips. This was different from the morning we spent together. That had been laced with exhaustion and adrenaline. A memory that was tender and intense. Tonight, we were driven to be together because it was what we’d been craving for days. For years. To get back to this moment.
I rotated in his arms, wriggling my back against his chest. His lips found my neck, swooping my hair off my shoulder. I leaned into him, while his hands explored my body. He unbuttoned the top of my shorts, sliding his hand under the denim and beneath my panties.
I moaned when his hand moved between my legs, directly aiming for my clit. I bucked as he coaxed the nub to tense and coil everything inside me until I was panting.
“You have a bed?” I moaned, needing him to release me from this knotted combination of pleasure and pain.
“It’s only a few steps away.”
“Too fucking far,” I growled, jutting my hips with more rhythm than before.
Caleb spun me, lifting me against his athletic body before lowering me carefully onto the mattress.
His palms slid the tank top over my stomach. His lips ran over my skin, kissing his way across my body. He lifted the top over my head. He growled, sinking his lips into my breasts. I wriggled into the heat of his mouth while his hand dipped between my legs. I was right back in the same spot of oblivion.
It was the way we moved together. The way our answers came before the questions. I had always wondered if we had done this before in another life. In other bodies. Our souls knew the rhythm and our bodies carried us higher and higher.
“Fuck, Margot.” His voice rumbled.
His fingers dug into the edges of silk, and I watched as my panties slid over my ankles and were dropped on the floor. He gazed at my naked body, his eyes focused on my thighs. Oh shit. He was going to devour me. My core cinched even tighter with anticipation. He dropped one kiss on my ankle and then another. He slowly moved along my legs, alternating kisses until he reached the soft plains of my thighs. I’d never wanted anything this much.
My legs spread and his hungry eyes held my gaze while he took the first long slow lick over my clit.
I moaned with ecstasy. He grinned a wicked devilish grin before returning to his task. His tongue ran deeper this time, teasing my clit with circles. I rocked into him, impatient at first, but then needy for him to let me come. It had been building, for minutes, hours, days. This want and need for him had been buried under my skin. I had never forgotten how it felt when Caleb touched me.
His thumbs began to massage my skin, tugging me wider, exposing my center and then Caleb feasted on me. Not a sampling. Not an appetizer, but a full feast of the most delicate and most sensitive part of my body. I clawed at the quilt on Caleb’s bed, knocking pillows and what I thought was a pile of clean laundry on the floor.
“Oh God,” I moaned when his tongue pushed inside me, twisting, licking, lapping at my clit, before plunging inside me again. I was at his mercy. I was vulnerable.
I came even when I wanted it to last a little longer. I came so hard, I begged for more. Begged for him to fuck me.
Now.
Caleb grinned, then smirked as he stepped out of his shorts. I moved back on the bed, ensuring there was room for both of us. I marveled at his full physique as he crawled toward me in nothing but his boxer briefs. Those seconds felt like too much. He sensed it too as if there were magnets under our skin.
His skin had been kissed by the sun all summer. Every muscle was taut and rippled. That went for the tops of his thighs all the way down his calves. I wanted to linger even longer on what was beneath the boxer briefs. I sat forward, hooking my hands on the band, shirking them down.
My eyes widened when his cock was revealed. There were no more questions or mysteries. He was the Adonis I remembered but now with more muscles and a confidence in his body. With a thick and long shaft that I wanted to kiss and lick, just as he had pleasured me.
I moved on my hands and knees to give it attention. To show him just how gorgeous I thought his body was. I tasted the tip, savoring his scent in my mouth. He groaned, wrapping his hands around the back of my head, encouraging me to take it.
Caleb began to move quicker, with more certainty. He quickly pulled away.
“Margot,” he whispered, lowering me back against the pillows. “It’s too much.” I nodded, understanding his words.
I looked in his eyes as his hips settled between my legs. He reached over to the bedside table. I wasn’t surprised when he pulled out a condom. Within seconds the packet was open, and his gorgeous shaft was sheathed inside it.
As he pushed inside me the world tilted in an inexplicable way. The fullness he gave almost took my breath away. Our palms slid together as we threaded our fingers. Caleb thrust again and exhaled with joy and pleasure.
Sex like this didn’t exist. I had come back to the unimaginable. Something I could never write about. Never put into words in one of my books. What if it was never like this again? I couldn’t believe I was thinking about writing at a time like this.
I melted into him, knowing I would never be the same. I didn’t think I wanted to be.
Caleb’s hips were like magic, moving and undulating with waves, pulses, rhythm. I was lost to him. My second orgasm crested only a few seconds before he came. I clung to him as he sputtered out breaths of my name, words I couldn’t interpret, driving himself deeper and harder until we both collapsed with exhaustion.