Page 79 of Bittersweet Revenge

“No,” he growled, pushing me off his penis. “I’m too close,” he added breathlessly.

I frowned. “Is that a bad thing?”

He yanked me up. “Today it is. Today I want to enjoy the moment, enjoy it like it might be the last.”

“I’m not leaving you Caleb. I’m–” I couldn't finish as his lips crashed on mine. His teeth nibbled on my bottom lip, demanding entrance to my mouth. Once granted, his tongue possessed me, tasting me as if I was his favorite dessert. The frenzy of the kiss had both of us moaning with pleasure.

He walked me back to his bed, never breaking the kiss. He laid me gently on the mattress before pulling away and detailing me, his eyes hooded with desire.

“I’m enjoying this Catholic schoolgirl look,” he grinned, trailing his hands under my skirt. His fingertips left a trail of fire on my skin. Hooking his fingers under my panties, he brought them down slowly.

“The skirt is going to stay,” he instructed, crawling over me while unbuttoning my shirt. He kissed my exposed skin between each button. When he reached my navel, he swirled his tongue around it before flicking down into its hollow. “Bra off,” he commanded before trailing kisses back up.

I arched my back and hurried to discard the bra before his mouth reached my breasts and already-erect nipples.

He smiled at the sight. “I missed you too, my friends. More than I can say.”

I chuckled at the passionate, one-sided discussion Caleb was having with my breasts. It helped me alleviate some of the tension about what was still to come.

He bent down, taking one nipple in his mouth as his hand trailed down to my most intimate place. Suddenly, all coherent thoughts escaped me.

All that mattered was his wicked mouth worshipping my breasts and his fingers between my thighs, brushing against my tender, needing flesh. He gently slid a finger inside of me and then another.

“You’re so wet for me, Esmeralda,” he breathed huskily, letting go of my nipple. He trailed his nose up the swell of my breast and across the column of my neck, until he reached my ear.

“Always.” And it was true. His eyes could light a fire in me like an inferno.

He nipped at my earlobe. “Good to know because I'm always hard for you.”

He settled between my legs, parting them wider to accommodate his tapered hips. He entered me slowly, letting my body adjust to his invasion. His eyes locked with mine, showing me all the feelings he couldn’t put into words.

Once he was in to the hilt, he stopped and kissed me sweetly. “You feel amazing. Nothing can compare to you.”

I squeezed him, making him hiss.

“So tight,” he growled, nibbling at my jaw. He thrust shallowly and slowly. It was a sweet, blissful torture that I wasn’t sure I could endure much longer.

I trailed my hand up his back. “Faster, harder,” I begged, arching my back.

“With pleasure.” He pulled out and entered me again in one powerful motion. He started to thrust harder, longer, deeper until the headboard was hitting the wall, until our moans of pleasure turned into animalist screams. His hand came between us. His thumb stroked my clit. I saw stars, experiencing an orgasm so powerful that I finally understood why some people called itla petite mort. The little death as Antoine taught me in his attempt to rail me with his hedonist nature. I felt like an exposed nerve, all my senses heightened.

Caleb gave one final thrust and came deep inside of mewith a roar of pleasure. I was too happy and satisfied to even care.

Caleb pulled out and rolled over, pulling me against him.

“We need to be careful next time,” I sighed, kissing his neck. I’d just finished my period so we were safe, but we couldn’t have a baby yet.

“Yeah, I got a little carried away.” He kissed the top of my head. “I’m just glad to know you want a next time.”

Lord, I hope so!I thought. If sex was always like this, I wondered how people even managed to make it out of bed

He pulled me tighter against him. His eyes were heavy, but I could see he was fighting it.

“Why don't you sleep a bit?” I suggested, tracing his chest tattoo.

“Because last time I did, you disappeared.”

My heart squeezed in my chest as a wave of guilt engulfed me once again. “I won't. I promise.”

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