Page 32 of Embers

He glances away with an awkward jerk of his head before he turns back. “Just hands.”

I nod. “If that’s what you want, then that’s what we’ll do. As long as you understand that the boundary is for you and not for me. I know what I want now. And I want everything from you.”

He makes a weird noise in his throat and looks away again. Takes a thick, ragged breath. His body is so tight he’s almost shaking, but he manages to force out, “Just hands.”

“Okay. Just hands.”

With that, he finally gets in bed beside me.

I’m so excited I’m trembling from it. This feels realer than the needy blur of last night. Cal lets go of his hesitancy now that he’s made his decision. His eyes are hot and possessive as he moves above me, strokes my body. He doesn’t take my pajamas off, and I’m not sure if that’s because it’s so cold out or because it’s another boundary for him.

I don’t object even though it would be a lot easier for him to get his hands all over me if I got naked. I want him to want this as much as I do, and I don’t want him conflicted about it. I’d never plow over the lines he needs to draw.

It takes almost no time for him to turn me on, and pretty soon I’m writhing and begging the way I was last night.

He seems to like that. His eyes get even hotter as I arch up helplessly and plead for him to make me come as he’s got both hands up under my shirt, using his thumbs to play with my nipples.

He takes his time. Doesn’t hurry. But eventually he turns me over onto my stomach and pulls my pants and panties down enough to bare my bottom. Then he lifts my hips and slides two of his fingers inside me.

He fucks me with them. So good I come after less than thirty seconds. He keeps pumping his hand, even after my pussy is spasming all around his fingers. I’m clutching the sheet and crying into the pillow as he brings me to climax again and again.

My throat is sore, and tears are streaming out of my eyes when he finally slows his hand. Withdrawing his fingers, he slowly caresses my ass and my thighs. I’m still in the position he put me with my bottom in the air.

“Did you get enough, baby?” Cal asks in that soft, rough voice I love so much.

“I think… I think… so.” My whole body feels like it’s fluttering with little afterquakes.

He slides his hand up to rub my clit very gently, and I whimper and hide my face in the pillow again. “Looks like you’re not finished yet. You want more, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You’re so sweet. So hot. So responsive.” He slides his two fingers back into my pussy and uses his free hand to rub the small of my back. “Can’t believe you want this so much. You just can’t get enough.”

Despite my preoccupation, it feels like this needs an answer. Turning my head to the side, I say, “I’ve got a lot of time to make up for.”

“I know you do, baby. Not right you’ve been deprived for so long.”

His fingers make a wet, carnal sound as they move in and out of me. A familiar, needy coil tightens at my center again, warning that another orgasm is coming soon.

He’s right. My body can’t seem to get enough, no matter how much pleasure he gives me.

I never dreamed I’d be so shamelessly needy.

I never dreamed I’d crave this sort of neediness.

I make a mewing sound and leave my head turned to the side so I can see him as he kneels behind me.

“This doin’ it for you, baby?”

“Yeah. Oh yeah.” I rock my hips back toward his hand. “Gonna come again. Real hard.”

“That’s so good.” He’s still massaging my lower back, and it feels so good. Almost as good as his fingers inside me. “I want you to feel real good. I wanna see it.”

“Uh-huh,” I mumble, losing the power of speech as the sensations keep rising, tightening.

The speed and force of his hand intensifies. My pussy is already sore from before, and the new friction makes me sob. Not because it hurts but because the hurt feels so good.

“Oh fuck.” Cal’s eyes keep crawling up and down my body, lingering on my face and the place where his fingers are pumping in and out of me. “Fuck, you’re doing so good. Never dreamed you’d come so hard for me.”

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