Chapter 63 Caleb #2
She comes again, full-body shaking, and she gushes around me, her walls fluttering as I drive into her, my own orgasm crashing over me in the next breath. I empty into the condom with a groan that rips from somewhere deep.
We stay like that for a minute. Pressed together, breathing in sync. Her head resting against mine. I can feel her heartbeat thundering against my chest, matching the frantic rhythm of my own.
"Shower," she whispers.
And I swear, I almost get hard again just from that word.
We stumble into the bathroom, shedding what's left of our clothes. She steps under the spray first, tilts her head back, and I swear I've never witnessed anything so stunning. Water clings to her skin, sliding down her curves like an invitation.
Steam starts to fog the mirror, creating our own private world. When she turns to face me, water droplets catch the light like tiny stars across her skin. The small bathroom fills with the scent of my soap and her perfume.
Her skin's flushed from the heat, pupils blown, that grin tugging at her lips like she knows she's wrecking me. And she is. Has been since the first moment I saw her.
I step in behind her, my hands finding the curve of her hips, drawing her back until her ass brushes against my cock.
She pushes into me with a teasing little arch that nearly sends me to my knees.
The water cascades over us both, hot and relentless, just like the need building inside me all over again.
"Do you have any idea," I murmur, mouth brushing her neck, "how many times I've gotten myself off to the thought of you in the shower?"
"Oh?" She turns slightly, water dripping from her lashes as she looks at me with renewed interest.
The confession spills out. "That week at Matt's wedding. I walked in on you showering." I swallow hard. "Then later that night, while you were sleeping, I got myself off thinking about you in that same shower."
Ivy's breath catches, her pupils dilating as she processes this. "That night . . . I thought I heard something." She bites her lip. "These sounds. And maybe my name? I convinced myself I dreamed it. That there was no way you were—"
"Wasn't a dream. Had to bite my lip to keep quiet when I came." I kiss her shoulder, dragging my mouth along slick skin. "But turns out the real thing's a hell of a lot better."
"You don't have to be quiet now," she whispers, rolling her hips against me.
I grip her waist with both hands, grind into her, and a moan rips from her throat.
My cock slides along the curve of her ass, hot and aching to be inside her again.
I reach between us, guiding myself to her entrance, sliding through the wet heat of her folds and I have to bite my bottom lip to keep from losing it already.
"I don't have another condom," I manage, breath ragged. "Let me pull out."
Her head turns just slightly, enough for our eyes to meet in the mirror. "Don't."
My body locks up. "Ivy—"
"I'm on the pill," she breathes. "I trust you."
"You're sure?" I manage, the strain in my tone undeniable, my hand already wrapped tight around the base of my cock, holding back from slamming into her like I'm dying for it.
"Because I swear to God, babe, I won't last long.
Not like this. I've never—" I groan, forehead falling to her shoulder. "I've never fucked anyone bare before."
She leans her head back into me, lips brushing my jaw. "Then make me the first."
I groan and slide inside her with a sharp thrust. The sensation is indescribable, each pulse and quiver of her body searing into me.
"You feel—fuck—so good like this. You're such a good girl for me." I grit, panting.
She moans loud and long, arching against me, and I start to move, pulling out just an inch before slamming back in hard. The shower rains down on us, steam rising around our bodies, turning everything dreamlike and hazy except for the crystal-clear sensation of being inside her.
"Look," I rasp, my palm gliding up her stomach, over her chest, until it finds her throat. I curl my fingers gently there, guiding her gaze back to the mirror. "I want you to see exactly what I do to you."
She obeys, and fuck me, it's everything.
Her tits bounce with each thrust, mouth slick and parted, face twisted in raw pleasure.
She takes me so deep, so perfectly, I swear her body was made to swallow mine whole.
Through the steamy mirror, our eyes lock, and something passes between us—bigger than this moment, bigger than anything before.
"You see how beautiful you are? How you take me? How fucking perfect you look when I'm inside you?"
She nods frantically. "Caleb," she moans.
"You love it, don't you?" I whisper, dragging my tongue along the curve of her shoulder. "Letting me fuck you raw. You love how filthy this is."
"Yes, yes, I love it!"
I slip a hand between her legs, fingers sliding over her clit in quick, firm circles, and she loses it. Her walls clamp down so hard I nearly fall forward, her whole body quaking under my hands as she climaxes.
"You're gonna make me come," I grit, hips stuttering. "Shit, Ivy. Where do you want it?"
"Inside," she gasps, her voice shattering.
My hips snap forward once, twice, then I'm spilling into her with a shout, my body locking tight as I empty myself deep inside her. The world whites out for a moment, nothing existing but the place where we're connected, where I'm marking her in the most primal way possible.
It's the most intense orgasm I've had in my life. No question. No competition. Nothing comes close to what it feels like being buried inside her—completely, deeply—and knowing she wants me that way. That she chose me.
I hold her under the stream, water washing us clean, our heartbeats finally syncing again. She leans back into me, her body soft, her head tucked under my chin as we both watch the fogged-up mirror, still breathless and dazed.
"This is it for me," I whisper, my arms tightening around her. "You and me. Every Christmas. Every damn day."