her even more delicious than I
expected. She tastes like rain and salt and the first bite of a
peach, so sweet I’m suddenly starving for more of her, all of
her.
I claim her mouth with deep strokes of my
tongue, things low in my body twisting as she responds with hungry
swirls of her own, pushing closer, deeper, until our teeth grind
together through our lips and my cock strains the fly of my jeans
and the need to see if she’s as fucking turned on as I am grows too
strong to resist.
I reach for the close of her jeans, ripping
the button free with a sharp jerk that draws a surprised sound from
the back of Caitlin’s throat. But the moment my hand slides down
the front of her panties, the sound becomes a hiss of breath and
then a sigh as my fingers tease through her slick folds.
Damn, she’s wet, as wet as I’d hoped she’d
be. Wet and hot and silky soft, and there is nothing I want more in
the world than to be inside her, to feel my cock gliding in and out
of all that sweet heat. I want to fuck her until the world melts,
until we both fall apart and come back together in each other’s
arms, and I want to stay in her arms after the fucking is over, if
only to prove to her that some people do stick around.
At least for a little while.
“Stop,” she mumbles against my lips, so I
do, stilling with my middle finger up to the knuckle in her
pussy.
“Please,” she says, breath still coming
faster. “Please, stop.”
“I have stopped. I’ll stop anytime you tell
me to,” I say, kissing her with the words, sealing the promise with
a sweep of my tongue across her upper lip.
“I meant…this.” She brings trembling hands
to my arm and wraps her fingers around my wrist. But she doesn’t
pull me away, and her body lets out another delicious rush of heat,
a rush that dampens my finger and makes my cock so hard it
threatens to burst through denim to get to the girl sitting next to
me.
“Are you sure you want me to stop?” I kiss
my way down her throat, pulling my finger out until only the tip
remains inside her. “Or are you just afraid of how far you want me
to go?” I drive back inside, using two fingers this time, drawing a
groan from Caitlin’s throat that is raw and hungry and sexy as
hell.
“And go and go,” I whisper against her neck,
picking up the pace of my thrusts. “And keep going until you beg me not to stop?”
Her breath catches as I add a third finger,
stretching her slick channel as I rub the heel of my hand against
the top of her, rubbing her clit in increasingly firm circles,
waiting until she’s clinging to my arms with tight fingers and
burying her face in my shoulder before I bring my lips to her ear
and whisper, “Beg me, Caitlin. Tell me not to stop.”
“Don’t stop,” she pants, a quiver in her
voice that betrays how close she is to the edge.
I push harder, deeper, making sure she’s
seconds from shattering when I still my hand and say—
“Beg me.”
“God, Gabe,” she sobs, her fingers digging
into my biceps hard enough to make me wince. “Please.”
“More begging,” I say, smiling against her
skin before I kiss her cheek, her throat, the delicious curve where
her neck becomes her shoulder and the smell of her is the
strongest. “Beg me like you mean it.”
“Fuck you,” she growls even as she squirms
against my hand, struggling to bring her clit back into contact
with my hand.
“If that’s what you want,” I say. “If you’re
too proud to beg, then feel free to come on over and you can ride
me until—”
She fists her hands in my shirt, shoving me
away for a heartbeat before pulling me in for a bruising kiss. A
kiss that steals my focus and threatens to erode my control. After
a minute, it’s all I can do to keep my hand still inside her, but
after several long, breathless minutes with nothing but the sound
of our lips and teeth and tongue wrestling in the dark, my patience
is rewarded.
“Please touch me,” she begs when we come up
for air.
expected. She tastes like rain and salt and the first bite of a
peach, so sweet I’m suddenly starving for more of her, all of
her.
I claim her mouth with deep strokes of my
tongue, things low in my body twisting as she responds with hungry
swirls of her own, pushing closer, deeper, until our teeth grind
together through our lips and my cock strains the fly of my jeans
and the need to see if she’s as fucking turned on as I am grows too
strong to resist.
I reach for the close of her jeans, ripping
the button free with a sharp jerk that draws a surprised sound from
the back of Caitlin’s throat. But the moment my hand slides down
the front of her panties, the sound becomes a hiss of breath and
then a sigh as my fingers tease through her slick folds.
Damn, she’s wet, as wet as I’d hoped she’d
be. Wet and hot and silky soft, and there is nothing I want more in
the world than to be inside her, to feel my cock gliding in and out
of all that sweet heat. I want to fuck her until the world melts,
until we both fall apart and come back together in each other’s
arms, and I want to stay in her arms after the fucking is over, if
only to prove to her that some people do stick around.
At least for a little while.
“Stop,” she mumbles against my lips, so I
do, stilling with my middle finger up to the knuckle in her
pussy.
“Please,” she says, breath still coming
faster. “Please, stop.”
“I have stopped. I’ll stop anytime you tell
me to,” I say, kissing her with the words, sealing the promise with
a sweep of my tongue across her upper lip.
“I meant…this.” She brings trembling hands
to my arm and wraps her fingers around my wrist. But she doesn’t
pull me away, and her body lets out another delicious rush of heat,
a rush that dampens my finger and makes my cock so hard it
threatens to burst through denim to get to the girl sitting next to
me.
“Are you sure you want me to stop?” I kiss
my way down her throat, pulling my finger out until only the tip
remains inside her. “Or are you just afraid of how far you want me
to go?” I drive back inside, using two fingers this time, drawing a
groan from Caitlin’s throat that is raw and hungry and sexy as
hell.
“And go and go,” I whisper against her neck,
picking up the pace of my thrusts. “And keep going until you beg me not to stop?”
Her breath catches as I add a third finger,
stretching her slick channel as I rub the heel of my hand against
the top of her, rubbing her clit in increasingly firm circles,
waiting until she’s clinging to my arms with tight fingers and
burying her face in my shoulder before I bring my lips to her ear
and whisper, “Beg me, Caitlin. Tell me not to stop.”
“Don’t stop,” she pants, a quiver in her
voice that betrays how close she is to the edge.
I push harder, deeper, making sure she’s
seconds from shattering when I still my hand and say—
“Beg me.”
“God, Gabe,” she sobs, her fingers digging
into my biceps hard enough to make me wince. “Please.”
“More begging,” I say, smiling against her
skin before I kiss her cheek, her throat, the delicious curve where
her neck becomes her shoulder and the smell of her is the
strongest. “Beg me like you mean it.”
“Fuck you,” she growls even as she squirms
against my hand, struggling to bring her clit back into contact
with my hand.
“If that’s what you want,” I say. “If you’re
too proud to beg, then feel free to come on over and you can ride
me until—”
She fists her hands in my shirt, shoving me
away for a heartbeat before pulling me in for a bruising kiss. A
kiss that steals my focus and threatens to erode my control. After
a minute, it’s all I can do to keep my hand still inside her, but
after several long, breathless minutes with nothing but the sound
of our lips and teeth and tongue wrestling in the dark, my patience
is rewarded.
“Please touch me,” she begs when we come up
for air.
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