Page 24 of Love By The Falls

He inhales, and his chest rises, brushing against mine. “Fuck, woman, if you’re joking you’ll kill me.”

“I’m not joking.”

He grabs the back of my head and stares into my eyes. I hold his gaze and dare him to kiss me again. “Are you coming?”

“Yes,” he breathes and lowers his head to take in my lips. His kiss is slow, but he nips at my mouth. “Let’s go inside.”

We stumble back inside the room, and Caleb locks the door behind us. I walk toward the bathroom, fully intending to take that shower, and look over my shoulder to see if he’s following.

He catches up in two long strides and brushes my hair away from my back, sweeping it over my shoulder. His steady fingers find the zipper at the back of my floral dress, and he pulls it down to the top of my panties. The light dress falls to my feet, and he drops to his haunches to pull the panties down.

He doesn’t stand up, however, his lips caressing the dimple at my cheeks. Finding the back of my bra, I unclasp it, hurrying to get under that shower head before he makes other plans.

Caleb rips open the front of his shirt, a button or two flying onto the marble bathroom floor. I don’t follow them because my eyes are glued to his chest. His pecs are round and sculpted and sit above six defined ridges on his abdomen. He unbuttons his pants next. The zipper snagging at his burgeoning bulge. With his thumbs, he pulls down his briefs and releases his massive erection.

Caleb steps closer to me but I can’t move. I haven’t had sex since I was with Charlie’s father. It soundscrazy, but I haven’t had the time to date. My battery-operated-boyfriend was enough.

I wonder if things are different now. Does Caleb have certain expectations of how this will go?

“You’re staring at me, but you don’t look happy. Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” I answer before even thinking about it. “It’s just… I’m…”

Caleb smirks and closes his eyes briefly. “Don’t worry about what happens next, Charlotte. Just relax and let me take care of you.”

He reaches for my hand after turning on the shower. When the cold water hits my back, I gasp and my breasts and nipples tighten. Caleb’s gaze drops to them, and he lightly brushes his fingers across the rigid peaks.

I close my eyes, and my knees weaken. He’s barely touched me and I’m about to orgasm. He grabs the bar of soap and lathers it in his hands. Every vein and crease enthralls me at this moment.

He runs his soapy hands down my calves, and then up my thighs, avoiding the spot where I want his slippery fingers most. I bite my lip, holding back a groan.

“Turn around,” he whispers in my ear.

The groan escapes when his hands massage my neck and shoulders. Water trickles down my head and face and I close my eyes, enjoying every tickle of sensationrunning through my body, from my scalp and back, down to my toes.

I don’t know how much more of this I can take, but I won’t leave this shower without washing my hair. I pump some shampoo into the palm of my hands, and I lather it up in my hair.

“Your body is so damn sexy in that position,” he growls, and drops to his knees. He covers my lips with his mouth and swipes at my clit with the flat of his tongue. I shiver, and my knees buckle this time. Quickly, I rinse all the shampoo from my hair, but it’s difficult with Caleb’s tongue inside my sex.

I press my hands on either side of the shower stall, holding myself up with all the strength I can muster from my weak legs. Caleb notices how close I am to falling and he straightens, wrapping a hand around my waist. When I’m steady on my feet, he releases me and grabs the soap again.

This time he uses it to lather his stomach, and my body reacts as though his hands were touching my skin instead of his. When he wraps a sudsy hand around his erection, I lick my lips involuntarily. He watches me as I watch him pumping his fist up and down his shaft. I shouldn’t feel this excited watching man pleasure himself, but it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

He closes his eyes briefly, and I can’t imagine him coming on his own, so I step closer and take him in myhand. My fingers don’t touch but I grip him as tightly as I can. His eyes fly open, and he stares into them as I try to mimic his earlier movements. I’m slower and more awkward but he doesn’t seem to mind since he presses his body closer, dropping his forehead on mine.

He groans next to my ear and I press my thighs together to relieve some of the pressure.

When his breathing becomes ragged, he pushes my hand away and lifts me from the back of my thighs. Instinctively I wrap them around his hips, and he presses my back against the cold wet tiles.

His erection is at my entrance, and I gasp when he presses inside me. There’s some pain, but there’s still pleasure, I bite down on my lip trying to wait for it to pass. Caleb pulls out and stares at me.

“I thought you had a son. This can’t be your first time.”

“It’s not. It’s just… it’s been a while.”

He stares at me, then reaches behind him to turn off the water.

“No. No, I don’t want you to stop,” I plead embarrassed.

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