Page 28 of Tempting My Nemesis

Her hands glide up my thighs, gentle but insistently urging my legs apart. I comply, feeling a shiver of excitement as she moves between my legs. She leans in, her lips hovering justabove my pulse point, her breath a teasing whisper across my skin.

Her lips brush tender kisses along my inner thighs, sending tremors through me. Her hair tickles my skin, and I can feel the gentle caress of her breath. It's a tantalizing dance, a build-up of anticipation that makes every nerve ending sing.

Then, her mouth finds its mark, and the sensation of her lips and tongue sends a surge of pure pleasure straight to my core. Her hands explore, her touch feather-light and sure, as she begins a slow, sensual rhythm that has my body humming with arousal.

My head falls back, surrendering to the sensations she evokes. A soft moan escapes my throat, and I'm adrift in a sea of pleasure, buffeted by the waves she skillfully creates. Her mouth and hands work in perfect unison, stoking the flames of my need. The tension within me tightens like a coil, ready to spring. I hover at the precipice, teetering between control and surrender.

Her hands find my length, gently stroking, guiding me to her lips. The tip of her tongue teases, swirling around the head before taking me deep into the heat of her mouth. A primal sound tears from my throat—a mix of pleasure and raw need. I feel the slight gag as she takes me in, and something deep within me stirs at the sight of her kneeling before me, my cock disappearing between her lips.

The sensation is indescribable as she begins to mouth-fuck me. Her eyes, bright with desire, hold mine as she bobs her head. Her hands caress my thighs, and I feel the gentle scratch of her nails, sending shivers through me. Her hair, a silky curtain, brushes my skin with each movement, adding another layer of sensation.

I watch, transfixed, as she devours me. Her lips tighten around me, sucking gently as she pulls back, only to take medeep again. My hands fist in her hair, guiding her, encouraging her to take more. Her throat constricts around me, and I feel that slight resistance, that delicious friction, that pushes me closer to the edge.

Fuck, she's good at this, I think, my eyes never leaving hers. I feel my balls tighten as she hollows her cheeks, pulling me deeper, taking me to the back of her throat. She chokes slightly, adjusting, her hands bracing on my thighs for leverage.

Damn, I'm getting close, I realize, my body tensing. I want to prolong this, but her eager mouth is relentless, pushing me closer and closer. Her eyes sparkle with a mix of determination and lust, and in that moment, I know she wants this as much as I do.

I can feel the pressure building, an unstoppable tide. My breathing quickens, and I know I'm losing the battle for control. I tighten my grip on her hair, needing to anchor myself as the pleasure surges.

With a raw, guttural sound, I spill down her throat, my body shaking with the force of my release. She swallows around me, milking me dry, her hands soothing on my thighs. I'm left breathless, my body feeling like it's melting into the floor.

Slowly, I open my eyes, finding hers, sparkling with satisfaction and lingering hunger. She licks her lips, tasting me still, and the sight sends a shudder through me.

I reach down to tug her up to me, my need for her overwhelming. Our lips crash together, hungry and fierce, as if we can't get close enough. Our tongues duel, each tasting and exploring, a claiming of mouths. I feel her surrender in the way her body melts into mine.

I lay her down on the bed, my body looming over hers, casting a shadow across her skin. My eyes devour her, taking in the sight of her—her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, the swell ofher breasts. I want to brand her as mine, to imprint my touch on every inch of her body.

"You're mine," I growl, my voice a low rumble. "All of you."

Her eyes shine with desire, and she nods, breathless. "Yours."

My lips crash down on hers, asserting my possession of her in this moment. "Say it," I demand, my lips trailing down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. "Say this pussy is mine."

She moans, her hands clutching at my shoulders. "It's yours, Caleb. Only yours."

My mouth trails lower, kissing and nipping down her body. Her taste and scent intoxicate me, kindling the primal need coursing through my veins. My lips reach the soft curves of her breasts, and I worship them, laving attention with my tongue, teasing her nipples until they pebble with need.

My mouth continues its descent, leaving a trail of kisses across her abdomen, heading straight for the center of her pleasure. Her breath hitches as I hover over her core, and I whisper against her damp skin.

"Did it turn you on, sucking my cock? Letting me cum down your throat?"

"Yes," she gasps, her hips bucking slightly. "It did."

I smile against her skin, my breath hot and moist.

"Then let me return the favor."

With that, I dive into her pleasure, lapping at her with my tongue, tasting the essence of her arousal. She's wet, dripping with need, and the sound of her moans only spurs me on. I devour her, feasting on her sweetness, my tongue stroking and flicking, my hands holding her hips to give myself better access.

Her fingers tighten in my hair, guiding me, urging me on. I suckle her clit, then dip my tongue into her, tasting her fully. She's a heady mix of flavors—musky and sweet, driving mewild. I add pressure, curling my tongue, seeking to give her the pleasure she craves.

Her body bucks against mine, her moans filling the room. "Caleb, oh God, Caleb."

I look up, catching her gaze, my mouth still buried between her thighs. "Come for me, baby," I murmur, my voice hoarse. "Let go."

And she does. With a cry that echoes off the walls, she surrenders to her pleasure, her body trembling in my arms. I feel her release, a warm rush that coats my tongue, and I lap at her greedily, savoring every drop. Slowly, I raise my head, my lips swollen and my body buzzing with satisfaction.

I see the post-orgasmic bliss in her eyes, the haze of pleasure clouding her gaze, and I’m struck by the trust she’s placed in me. I feel powerful, but it's not just about dominance; it's about giving her something that no one else can.

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