Chapter 18 #2
Then, as if prompted by her private thought, he gathered her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed. He laid her down and moved over her, his eyes searching her face. “Don’t hold back anymore,” he said. “Just tell me the truth.”
Kelly bit her lip as he lowered his face to her neck, terrified of what she might say if she were to let go as she wanted.
He reached her breast and teased the nipple through the fabric of her top. “Tell me, Kelly.”
“God,” she gasped, pressing her chest up toward his mouth, so overwhelmed with sensation and emotion she couldn’t lie still. “I want you so much.”
He gently pulled her top up over her head, and she raised her body to let him. “What else do you want?”
He was cupping her breasts, fondling her nipples with both thumbs, and she couldn’t seem to look away from his face. She forced her eyes to close, trying to hold on to who she was, who she’d always been, what she’d always believed about the world.
“Stop holding back,” he murmured, his voice like rough velvet against her heart. “Surrender, Kelly. I want you to surrender it all. What else do you want?”
She suddenly realized she was clutching his shoulders, gripping the strong, warm substance of who he was. “I want more,” she admitted, unable not to say it. “I want all of you.”
He made a low sound in his throat and moved down to kiss her breasts again, taking off her bra as he did. “Yes,” he murmured over her skin. “Say it again.”
He was all hot tension—something far deeper than lust. He felt real to her and needy and fully, completely here with her.
The bitterest kind of irony. That Caleb was trying to be human for the first time in years—with the woman who was supposed to destroy him.
She couldn’t think through that reality though. All she could do was feel. “I want all of you,” she gasped, letting her heels drop to the floor as the ripples of pleasure spiraled out from his touch.
He released another low groan and slowly slid her skirt down over her hips and legs until she was naked except for her underwear.
His gaze devoured her, and she wanted it.
She wanted the hot possession in his gaze, the awe, the tenderness, all mingled together in the way he looked at her now.
“You don’t have to be afraid,” he murmured. “You can surrender it all to me.”
She couldn’t. And yet she couldn’t help it. She tangled her fingers in his hair as he kissed his way down her belly.
Adjusting his body lower on the bed, Caleb spread her legs open a little bit. “All of it,” he said again. He lifted one of her legs and started trailing kisses down the sensitive inside of one of her calves.
Making a choked sound, Kelly suddenly realized what he wanted to do. “Caleb?” Her heart started to pound erratically, even as her pussy tightened in excitement.
His eyes were focused on her face, as his head descended toward her thighs. When his mouth had passed her knees, the fear intensified, what it would mean if she let him follow through with the promise on his face. “Caleb, I don’t know.”
He raised his head to meet her eyes. “You can trust me, Blossom. You can surrender. I’m not going to let you down. Let me prove it to you.”
She didn’t want him to prove it. She was so afraid of what would happen once he had. But she also desperately needed what he was offering her. And the impossible clash between the two feelings somehow embodied the whole of who she was.
“I’m more than the man you think I am,” Caleb said after a moment. “Let me show you.”
He wasn’t touching her now, wasn’t seducing her into changing her mind. If he had been, she could have resisted—in heart, if not in body. He was waiting for her, asking a real question, for the moment, completely vulnerable.
And it broke down the last of her defenses.
She nodded, tried to speak over the lump in her throat. “Show me.”
Caleb moved up to kiss her mouth, slowly and deeply, and his hand slid down between her thighs.
When he finally pulled out of the kiss, he met her eyes and said, “I don’t want you to hold anything of yourself back anymore.”
He kissed her again, and then moved down over her throat and to her breasts, flicked his tongue over her nipple.
Kelly exhaled deeply and tried to relax. He was slow and gentle—unusually so—and soon her body was reacting the way it always did when she let herself enjoy his touch.
He hadn’t tried to move lower than her belly button, so Kelly didn’t tense up when he mouthed her shuddering belly, his hands fondling her breasts as she arched up into his caress. She was deeply aroused and overwhelmed by far more than the physical sensations.
Caleb’s lips trailed even lower, until they were brushing against the delicate skin between her thighs. He glanced up, giving her a questioning look.
She nodded mutely, her throat too constricted to speak.
He nudged her thighs open a little wider, and Kelly bent her legs and drew them up toward her body to give him better access.
She felt oddly vulnerable in this position, which was ridiculous.
Countless men had seen her pussy over the years, most of them strangers and none of them trying to please her as Caleb was now.
She stretched her arms out beside her and clutched again at the duvet, staring down at Caleb’s head between her legs.
He kissed the skin of her inner thigh, making her shiver. Next, he stroked her belly in a firm, warm massage. He shifted on the mattress and licked a light trail along the inside of her other thigh.
His eyes were still on her face, even as he was pressing a wet kiss on the crease where her thigh met her pelvis. He seemed to be breathing deeply, and she saw something ignite in his eyes.
She had to look away. Didn’t want to think about what that might mean—that he’d picked up on her arousal.
“Tell me you want me this way,” he said.
“I do. Caleb, I do.”
He started nuzzling her gently.
Kelly gasped at the first contact but kept her thighs open for him.
She breathed as deeply as she could and forced her mind away from who was doing this to her.
She gasped again when Caleb licked a line along her warm flesh and then held her open with his fingers.
He dipped his tongue quickly into her channel.
Discovering the moisture pooled there, he flicked up a little higher, finding her clit and jostling it a few times with his tongue.
At the direct stimulation, Kelly felt a jolt of urgent pleasure shoot through her. Her back arched up off the bed dramatically, and she cried out with an incoherent sound.
Caleb turned his head to the side and mouthed her inner thigh again. Moved his hand back up to rub her lower stomach. “Don’t fight it,” he murmured. “Just let go.”
He nuzzled her again until he’d parted her open once more. Licked a long line along her aroused flesh before returning to her entrance. This time he spent more time sliding his tongue inside her. Fluttering it. Curling it.
The sensations were unlike anything Kelly had ever experienced before, and the ache of arousal immediately deepened, causing her to clutch even more desperately at the covers.
She wanted to squirm her hips, wanted to buck up into his mouth to get more intense stimulation.
But she held herself still and tried to accept the growing pleasure.
She was panting loudly now and occasionally making silly moans or whimpers. And she couldn’t seem to keep track of the movements of Caleb’s lips and tongue—which was why it surprised her when he suddenly flicked his tongue over her swollen clit again.
Her body jerked spasmodically, and she cried out. His fingers were holding her open and stretching out her moist flesh, intensifying the feelings even more. He nudged at her clit again. This time, as she cried out, her pelvis bucked up uncontrollably.
Kelly’s arms flew up until she was gripping the top of the pillow beneath her, her elbows bent on either side of her head.
Her body was screaming for this now, shamelessly rocking beneath him in an attempt to find a satisfying rhythm.
Her mind was a chaotic whirl of fear and pleasure and need and something else that was still making her gut clench.
“It’s good,” she mumbled, tossing her head restlessly. “I want you so much.”
His mouth never stopped working, and Kelly whimpered in growing need.
She needed the release that she was mounting toward, but she didn’t know how to just lie there and accept it. She also needed to be doing something, acting, making this happen. No one had ever given anything to her without taking back.
Her hands were fumbling around now, above her head, on the headboard, on the duvet beside her, on her own breasts. And her whimpers had turned into frantic, wordless pleas. She hooked one leg over Caleb’s shoulder and grabbed her other knee and pulled it farther back.
He lowered his face once again. She was holding her thighs wide apart, so she was utterly exposed to him. He returned the fingers of one hand to hold her open, and then he moved the other hand even lower to slide two fingers inside her.
Kelly choked on a cry of pleasure, feeling her orgasm starting to take shape as he fucked her with his fingers. Her head was tossing wildly, but she couldn’t seem to keep it still.
She felt Caleb’s tongue on her clit again, the jostling combining with his fingers thrusting inside her. It felt like her head was exploding, like she wasn’t capable of handling this.
She couldn’t do anything, could only just take it. Accept it. Feel it.
And then he started to suck.
She choked on a wordless sound, half sob, half scream, and there was no way she could force it back.
And then she was coming. It was swallowing her.
She arched off the bed one more time, her mouth open wide in a silent scream of completion.
Her inner muscles were clenching around Caleb’s fingers, and then her entire body was convulsing as she rode out the lingering spasms.