Chapter 12 #5
The primal grasp made Evie feel cherished and worshipped, and so she stroked her own nipples and lifted her head to see him pleasuring her. “Mmm, you make me feel so fucking good.”
He looked up and saw her looking at him.
Their eyes met, and she watched his mouth completely disappear between her lips, eating and licking, sucking and worshipping.
Evie stretched her legs wider and lifted her hips higher.
Caleb could’ve done that all night long.
She was sweet tasting, natural, soft, and rolling her clit with his strong tongue was amazing to him.
He kept on with his slow pace. And Evie stifled a scream. And then she broke.
Her cum flooded his lips and tongue, her hips bucking away from him, but he grabbed her thighs with his arms and held her steady.
Her screams were absolutely deafening.
He sat up and saw that her whole face was completely drenched with tears, sobbing heavily and uncontrollably. She begged, “Please kiss me.”
Her eyes met his, and she looked like she had been brutally tortured, or so he saw it as that.
It was as if she was completely inconsolable!
Her cries were loud and could’ve been considered jarring to most, but Caleb treasured those cries.
She felt trapped with his eyes to hers, and Evie outstretched her arms in wanting.
There was no way in hell anyone could’ve understood what an emotional release he gave her.
His touch had been absolutely perfect and executed just for her.
There was no rushing, no stupid, immature dirty talk that was apparent when men watched too much porn.
Even though he was trying to unbuckle his jeans, he stopped to give her exactly what she wanted from him.
When Evie saw him lean over to her, she kissed him with every drop of blood in her body.
With bridled cries and burning love, Evie gazed into his eyes that hovered above hers and wept, “I love you.”
He had to get those fucking pants off. He sensed how badly she needed to be made love to, and so as they together helped shuffle off his jeans, he kissed her quickly.
And then those sacred words caved into her very being. Caleb moaned to her lips, “I love you, Evie.”
Her whole soul was practically thrown at him.
The jeans were kicked off aggressively and Evie felt him grip around her legs with those strong arms, and he pulled down further onto the bed with a violent yank.
If he had properly gotten onto her before pulling her down, his head would’ve hit the headboard due to his height.
She couldn’t stop saying his name. The air was suffocated with sexual sounds from both of them, preparing to possess each other with a life-long desire.
Evie stroked his tattoo sleeve on his arm, letting the muscles give way underneath her firm touch.
They kissed hard. Evie wrapped her legs around him, and he crouched a bit to try to meet her with his mouth.
With one more final kiss and a beautiful tongue on hers, she felt Caleb grab his cock and guide it against her throbbing pussy.
Evie sensed the tip gliding her lips apart, and his name still never left her breath.
Nothing could interrupt them now, and Evie was free to cry as loud as she needed to, as loud as he wanted her to.
Caleb tilted his head and wrapped that large left arm underneath her neck, cradling her.
He took her in a crushing strength, and she danced on the verge of turning insane when his cock teased a bit more.
She was unaware he was trying to perfect everything first. With his cock feeling exactly where it needed to be, he removed his hand from it and braced himself on his elbow not to crush her entirely.
Their eyes met. Their hearts raced.
And Evie felt his thrust deep inside of her.
She could’ve sworn to God she saw stars.
There was no stopping her. Evie opened her jaw so hard that it nearly popped.
She couldn’t even breathe from the pleasure.
Her heart raced harder as Caleb’s thickness filled her completely.
His hips slammed into hers, causing the mattress to shake and her legs to wave back and forth.
They locked around him a little harder, but her mind became numb, and she lost control of her body.
He had planned to be slow and steady at first, but that was not what either one of them wanted now.
All she could feel was her jaw stretched painfully wide, unable to even phonate a sound.
The sounds of his cock thrusting were loud and glorious, the bed’s old mattress creaking with every powerful drive.
All over his back, her hands felt stiff.
She didn’t know what the fuck to do. Then Caleb felt her hands grab a hard hold onto his ass and pull him in deeper.
He pulled away from her a moment to lift himself up, allowing her to marvel at his chest muscles and how his tattoo sleeve crept a little onto his pec. He never took his eyes off her.
Caleb’s body felt like there were a million fingers worshipping it in every place, every nook, every scape of muscles, and every fiber.
One moment she would rub his back wonderfully hard, then grab his taut biceps, then squeeze his ass into her again, then back up to his hair where she scratched deeply.
The soaking thick cum she already gave him made his efforts substantially easier, and his cock felt tighter and hotter.
They shared a quick kiss before Caleb took her higher.
He rested his cheek against her temple, closed his eyes, and went harder.
And harder.
She screamed.
And harder.
His mind left his conscious state as she welcomed him in deeper with her cries. Evie told him he could go harder, and it tore his lust in half, fracturing his self-control.
Caleb removed his arm from underneath her and held himself up with both hands.
To the left Evie looked and twisted her head to watch his forearm muscles and veins contract.
She shifted to lick his arm and kiss it.
Nuzzling against it, she held her hands onto his shoulders and tried to calm down, but she couldn’t.
A sudden echoing growl rattled from his stout chest, and Caleb’s gasps of pleasure were coming.
Evie begged, “Please, cum inside me!”
She needed it. She didn’t want him to pull out. And he didn’t want to. None of them were thinking at all. And none of them cared.
In that position, Caleb was able to fuck her harder and harder. Evie’s hips tightened and the sensation came deep within, a tickling sensation that was mounting and growing, building and scorching.
She dug harder, whispering, “Caleb.”
He didn’t stop, and neither did her body.
She called his name again, “Caleb!”
Evie arched her entire back but then quickly curved her stomach to sit up a bit, using his shoulders as leverage. Her eyes squeezed hard, and she knew she was having an orgasm. “Oh my God, please don’t fucking stop.”
He wouldn’t. He was almost there if she wanted him to be.
Her absolute mind and soul were purged.
Evie came in heavy flows all over his pulsing cock and she clapped her mouth to prevent her bone-rattling screams from being too obnoxious.
Caleb’s moans filled her back up with everything she rid herself of, and then his cock tightened inside of her and shook hard with a quick pulse.
His whole body moved up and down with the full release being met, and as they touched each other’s faces, they felt each other had shed tears.
And for the same reasons.
Caleb withdrew and held her tenderly, wiping her face with his thumb.
Her body convulsed. “I’m sorry!”
“Shhh, it’s okay!” he laughed sweetly.
But she wouldn’t stop apologizing. And sadly, Evie turned a little from him and covered her face. For some strange reason, she burst into a fit of loud weeping.
He stopped touching her because Evie didn’t stop crying. She couldn’t.
As Caleb watched, Evie screamed her guts out into her palms. The emotional release was incomprehensible to him, and he worried he had hurt her.
He tried to pull her hand away. It was impressively rigid, but he managed. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asked, still panting from the heat.
Her hands shook as if telling him to go away, but that wasn’t what she was signaling. “I’m sorry!” she cried again.
With his arms gathering her up, Caleb pulled her over on her side with him.
The loving embrace warmed her and protected her.
Within those strong arms and hot, dominating chest, he cradled her.
Magically, she took a deep breath and calmed down, finding solace in nuzzling her face against his hot and damp skin.
“I’m sorry. You don’t know what you did for me. ”
He brushed her back and kissed her forehead. “I know exactly what I did for you. That’s why I did it. If only you knew what you just did for me.”
She giggled softly, for he revisited something he had told her already when they first tried to make love.
Back then, it was merely sheer lust. Now, she knew it had grown into love.
She couldn’t have her insecure mind play tricks on her thinking that when he told her he loved her it was all a lie.
But her mind was so stricken with nirvana that never occurred to her.
And it wasn’t true. As Caleb kissed her, and she tried to lazily meet his kisses, he did in fact grow to love Evelyn Morgan.
Without a care in the world, Caleb Wright was allowed to sulk in his fully drained body. The mattress was old, and the bed was rickety, but Evie made it feel like home.
She made everything feel like home.
Home.
Caleb fell sound asleep with her locked in his arms. And for once in many years, he had the deepest sleep of his life.