He holds my face in his hands, panting, eyes on fire and looks like he’s waging his own private war inside.
It tears my heart out.
“Caleb,” I murmur and run my fingers through his hair as he slowly closes his eyes. “You’re getting wet.”
“Don’t care.” He leans his forehead against mine, his hands glide from my face to my shoulders and down to cup my breasts, his thumbs brush over my nipples and I moan long and low.
“You’re confusing me,” I whisper and tilt my head back as his teeth scrape along my neck.
“Me too,” he whispers back, then plants his lips on my ear and whispers, “but I want you, Brynna. I can’t stop it.”
“Stop trying,” I urge him and try to tug the heavy, wet t-shirt off his back but he suddenly drops to his knees and pulls my leg up over his shoulder. I gasp and lean one hand against the adjacent wall to steady myself.
“Can’t get enough of this,” he murmurs against me and suddenly that talented mouth is sucking and pulling at my center and the world explodes in stars.
“Who knew that could feel so damn good?”
He stops and looks up at me, his face wet and dripping and incredulous.
“No one has ever done this to you before?”
I bite my lip and shake my head shyly.
His eyes clench closed and when he opens them, they’re focused on my pussy.
“Your pussy is so beautiful, Bryn. I can’t stop licking it.” And just like that he leans in and runs his tongue from between my labia, up over my clit and back down again. “You are delicious.”
“I want to taste you,” I mutter and reach for him, but he pulls my hands into his and pins them to the wall at my hips.
“Later.”
“Caleb,” I pout, and feel him grin against my center.
“You can taste me later.” He kisses my inner thigh, leaving bite marks as he does. “Love your legs. You have the longest fucking legs I’ve ever seen.”
“Too long,” I mutter and squeal when he sucks my clit into his mouth.
“Perfect,” he corrects me and kisses up my body to my nipples, pulling and worshiping them with his tongue. “And Sam’s right you know. You have amazing tits.”
My giggle turns into a groan when he sinks a finger into me, my leg still propped on his forearm, keeping me open wide to him.
If he doesn’t fuck me soon, I will lose my damn mind.
“Take your clothes off,” I demand, but am met with deaf ears as he continues to assault my pussy with his hand and my breasts with his mouth. A warm pressure sets up camp at the base of my spine as I feel the orgasm build, just like it did earlier in Luke’s office.
I’ve never had an orgasm like that in my life.
“Oh damn,” I moan and thrust my pelvis harder against his hand. “Caleb!”
“Yes, baby, give it up.”
I come apart as he sucks a nipple into his mouth hard and presses a second finger in to join the first. The only thing I hear is the pounding of my heart in my ears and the rush of blood leaving my head. We are both panting and needy, clinging onto each other.
“More,” he growls and begins pumping those fingers in and out of me harder, faster, sending me directly into another long orgasm, making me scream out his name.
He pulls back and stands, shuts off the water and peels the wet clingy clothes off his hard body. When he turns to grab towels, I see a tattoo on his left shoulder blade, and another high on his right bicep.
And when he turns back to me, his cock is long and full, standing at full attention. I lick my lips at the idea of getting my hands, and lips, on his beautiful dick.
Every inch of him is just plain amazing.
He brusquely runs a towel over himself, wiping most of the water away, and then pulls me out of the shower and wraps me gently in a long bath blanket, running his hands up and down my body, letting the thick material soak up the water before he tosses it aside, lifts me in his arms, and sets off toward the bedroom.
“Round two.” He smiles widely, his amazing dimples creasing in his cheeks and I kiss his cheek, inhaling his musky, male scent.
“My turn to drive you crazy?” I ask.
“Not yet.” He kisses my forehead and lays me gently in the middle of the bed.
“Caleb,” I catch his hand in mine and kiss his knuckles, brushing over tiny white scars with my thumb. “I seriously think it’s your turn to get off.”
“Brynna,” he murmurs and settles himself between my thighs, his naked pelvis resting against my own, and brushes wet strands of hair away from my face. “Watching you come is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
He grins as I gasp.
“Trust me, I’m getting off on getting you off. We have all night. The kids won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon, right?”
“Yeah,” I nod.
“Let’s enjoy each other, baby.”
His voice is thick and hot with lust, and his eyes are bright as they stare into my own. How did I ever doubt that he wants me? It’s written all over that incredible face of his.
“I do enjoy you,” I tell him with a grin and run my fingertips down his back to his ass. “And your ass.”
“My ass?” He asks with a laugh.
“Oh yeah, you have a great ass.” The muscles flex under my palms as he lifts and begins to slide down my body.
“I’m glad you approve.” He winks at me and sits back on his heels, dragging his hand from my sternum, down my cleavage to my belly. His face sobers as he watches himself touch me. “Your skin is so soft.”
“As you can see, I have post-baby body,” I inform him and smile when his eyes meet mine.
“Don’t tell me you’re self conscious.”
“No,” I wave him off and enjoy the way he’s taking me in. “It is what it is. I had two babies in here.” I rest my hands on my belly. “It took a toll. My body won’t ever be what it was before them, but I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.”
“Don’t cover yourself.” He pulls my hands off my belly and kisses them both and then leans down and plants sweet kisses over my stomach and down to my pubis. “Your long body is sexy, Bryn. I love how tall you are.”
I grin down at him. “I love how tall you are. It means I can wear heels when I’m around you and you’re still taller than me.”
“I fucking love it when you wear heels,” he growls and settles down the bed so he can play with my pussy. “They make your legs look ten miles long.”