Page 60 of Howl You Doin'

Caleb paused, his blue eyes capturing hers. "You okay?" he asked.

Fiona's cheeks flamed, her words catching in her throat. "I... I've never..." she stammered.

A gentle smilecurved Caleb's lips. "Just trust me, Fiona," he said softly. "I'll make sure you enjoy every second."

She nodded, her eyes locked onto his as he continued his descent. The heat under her skin flared.

Caleb's breath was hot against her most sensitive area, his fingers gently parting her folds. Fiona's breath hitched, her body trembling. But as his tongue flicked out, tasting her with a gentleness, her worries dissolved into sheer ecstasy.

The sensation was electric, a jolt that traveled from the core of her being to the very tips of her fingers and toes. She let out a low moan, her hands finding their way into his dark hair, her fingers curling into fists.

Caleb's hands slid under her, lifting her hips to meet his mouth with an urgency that left her reeling. The lapping of his tongue was a rhythm she felt in her bones, a dance that he was teaching her step by dizzying step.

"Caleb," she breathed, her voice laced with wonder. "I didn't know... I had no idea it could feel like this."

He paused for a moment, pulling back just enough to speak. "There's so much I want to show you, Fiona," he said, his eyes dark with desire.

Then he was upon her again, his mouth working its magic, coaxing her higher and higher. The fire within her roared to life.

Fiona's body arched, her muscles tensing as a wave of pleasure crashed over her. She cried out, the sound mingling with the crackle of the flames that danced across her skin.

As the aftershocks subsided, Caleb crawled up her body, a satisfied grin on his face. "I'd say that was a success," he said, his voice teasing.

Fiona's body hummed,her skin tingling with the remnants of pleasure. She watched him, his lips curved in a satisfied smile, his blue eyes gleaming with unspent desire. She wanted to give him the same pleasure he had just given her.

"Caleb," she began, her voice a soft whisper. "I want to... um, return the favor." Her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement, her heart pounding in her chest.

Caleb's eyes widened slightly, a surprised chuckle escaping his lips. "Fiona, you don't have to do that," he said.

"I know I don't have to," she replied, a determined glint in her green eyes. "I want to. But... I've never done this before."

A gentle smile softened his features, and he reached out to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. "I'll guide you," he promised. "Just like you trusted me, I trust you."

Fiona nodded, her confidence bolstered by his words. She shuffled down the couch, her hands tentatively exploring the hard planes of his chest, the defined muscles of his abdomen. She could feel the heat of his skin beneath her palms, a heat that seemed to call to her own inner fire.

Caleb laid back. He watched her, his gaze filled with a mixture of desire and affection. "Just do what feels natural," he coached, his voice steady.

Fiona took a deep breath and pulled his sweatpants down. Her eyes widened slightly when she saw his hard member emerge. She wrapped her fingers around the length of him tentatively, her touch light and exploratory. She marveled at the way he responded to her touch with a sharp intake of breath.

Emboldened, she leaned down, her tongue darting out to taste him. The salty-sweet flavor of his skin was intoxicating, and she found herself eager to learn, to please. She looked up at him, her eyes seeking approval, and was met with an encouraging nod.

"That's it, Fiona," he said, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Just like that."

Her lips closed around him, her movements tentative at first, but growing bolder with each passing moment. She listened to the sounds he made, the soft moans and the ragged breaths that told her she was on the right track.

"Fiona," he breathed, his body tensing beneath her. "You're incredible."

As the moments passed, the tension in Caleb's body grew, his breathing becoming more labored. Fiona could sense his approaching climax.

"Fiona, I'm close," he warned.

Fiona's heart raced as Caleb sat up on the couch abruptly, pulling her up with him.

Caleb's hand found hers, his grip gentle as he led her to his bedroom. The moonlight streaming through the window cast a soft glow on their naked bodies. Fiona's breath hitched as he pulled her down onto his bed, the cool sheets a stark contrast to the warmth of his skin.

"Hey," Caleb said softly, his fingers brushing a stray lock of red hair from her face. "You okay?"

Fiona nodded, her voice catching in her throat. "Yeah, I'm good. Just... this is all new to me."

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