Page 25 of Love By The Falls

He grabs a robe for me and a towel for himself and covers me with it. “I’m not stopping, baby. I’m just taking it slow.”

His words both relieve and excite me because I realize we are far from finished.

We walk over to the bed and Caleb waits for me to sit. Then he spreads the robe open from my breast, down to my stomach and caresses my thighs. “Lie back,” he says, and I do.

The heat from his mouth warms my body until a swipe of his tongue over my clit sends shivers down my back. And just like that, I’m back and ready for him. He works my sex like a fine-tuned instrument, plucking at it, stroking it, and finally playing me until I scream out in pleasure. The orgasm hits quickly, as I knew it would, and leaves me feeling tingly if still unsatisfied. I’m used to this feeling, it’s how I usually feel after reaching my peak, so I’m not surprised by the feeling. Caleb caresses my sensitive clit, his hand glides easily back and forth. “Yes, I think you’re ready now.”

He climbs on top and slowly presses inside again. There is no resistance, this time as he snuggly fits himself in. “Just a bit more,” he whispers, and I’m surprised he’s not fully in yet. But then he lifts my thighs, and I feel him slide in deeper.

Oh.

He fills me completely, and his weight on my body comforts me. He moves slowly and I close my eyes at the soothing sensations. I’ve orgasmed so there’s no racing to the finishing line, worried I won’t get there. There’s just this sense of easy enjoyment.

But as Caleb pushes deeper, and his thrusts become harder, he reaches a spot that causes my nipples to tighten again. My core clenches and butterflies awaken in my stomach. This can’t be happening again. I don’t come twice. Never.

Caleb changes the angle, moving a pillow beneath my lower back and I gasp loudly the next time he thrusts inside. “Fuck.”

That’s me. I’m the one swearing.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me again. I want to feel you this time.”

“I can’t,” I pant. “I can’t come twice.”

“Yes, you can. I can feel you around me. Let go.”

I relax my muscles and close my eyes. There’s a pressure on my abdomen and it traps his penis inside me, making his thrusts that much harder.

“Oh God,” I cry, my legs shaking beneath him.

Caleb thrusts faster, and harder. His hips pound into me and my body and breasts bounce from the impact. “I think I’m going to come again,” I say astonished and probably more to myself than to him.

My words only spur him on and something inside of me snaps, my control, my tension, hell maybe even my sanity, because I scream and scream as the strongest orgasm of my life rips through me and I don’t have any idea if Caleb came or not because my ears ring from my own powerful release.

He drops onto me and I can barely breathe but I’m not about to complain. A tear falls from my eye from the pent-up emotion, and I wipe it away.

Caleb kisses me and smiles. “You’re fucking amazing,” he says, and I laugh.

“Amazing,” I agree, and realize I may have released more than just emotion. He may have released a carefree side of me I haven’t seen in a long time.

7

Caleb

The air-conditioner kicks in loudly and my eyes flutter open. The room is familiar, but it isn’t mine. The scent of sex and sweat surrounds me, but instead of wanting to get up and shower, my dick stirs, looking for a repeat of last night, especially feeling her smooth skin so close to mine.

Charlotte’s soft breaths tickle my chest. She’s resting on top of me with her mouth slightly open. I want to run my thumb against it, but I also don’t want to wake her. I kept her up most of the night, unable to satisfy this new insatiable need inside of me. There’s a combined sweetness and confidence in her that stokes my desire and, no matter how many times I take her, I want more.

My dick stands to attention when I recall the ways her body bent to mine last night, and I groan when her leg inadvertently caresses my thigh.

Her eyes open and she rubs the sleep away from them, turning and stretching as she wakes. She gives no thought to the sheet moving down her breasts, exposing her nipples to me, or the way her outstretched armstighten the muscles in her stomach, making me beg for the sheet to move further down.

I rub my eyes, not from lack of sleep, but from disbelief. How can I want this woman so much?

“Morning,” she says through a yawn.

“Morning.”

She snuggles closer to me and my hand travels from her back to her rounded ass. It’s more than a handful and I want to get both my hands on it, so I roll her on top of me.

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