Page 60 of Close to the Edge

Fear melted into pleasure as his tongue licked me in one long sweep.

Sweet. Heaven.

My eyes rolled as I collapsed onto the bed. He repeated the caress several times, then spread me wider and went to town.

Caleb was a connoisseur, using every part of his mouth on every part of my pussy until I was one delirious mess.

“Please, Caleb,” I begged when he drove me to the edge for the umpteenth time, only to withdraw. My fingers speared into his hair, tightening when he started to pull away. “Make me come.Please, please, please.”

“Fuck,” he groaned against me right before he sucked my clit into his mouth.

I shot off like a rocket, my legs fighting to close as fireworks exploded behind my closed lids. He kept me wide open, working me into a frenzied orgasm that felt like it would last forever.

Convulsions were still rippling through me when I felt him tug on my zipper and remove my dress.

“Caleb,” I sighed.

“I’m right here, baby. Hold on.” His voice was tight. Edgy.

The sound of ripped foil preceded a hiss from him as he rolled it on; then he crawled over my body. One arm circled my waist, and he tossed me higher up the bed.

“I’ve been craving this since the moment I saw you,” he said, his tongue sliding over one nipple.

My nails dug into his shoulders as fresh waves of pleasure washed over me. “Me, too.”

His mouth curved in a smug smile. “How hot were you for me?” The question was rasped against my throat as he grazed my skin with his teeth. He was marking me. I didn’t care one little bit.

“Umm...”

He paused and tracked the blush creeping up my neck. “You wanted my cock pounding your pretty little pussy even as you were snapping at me, didn’t you?”

I wriggled, half-shamed, half-impatient. “Yes!”

“Don’t fret, baby. You’re going to get it exactly as you wanted it.”

He matched words to action.

With one hand planted next to my head, he trailed the other over my breast, my quivering belly to my pussy. He slid two fingers inside me, his eyes absorbing my reaction. His face tautened at my gasp.

“Please, Caleb, I’m ready. Don’t wait.”

His teeth gritted, but he continued to fuck me with his fingers, stretching me for another minute before he drew my leg higher, and nudged my entrance with his cock.

Slowly, excruciatingly, he pushed inside me, filling me, stretching me to the point of pain. “God, you’re so tight.”

He withdrew. Pushed back in. I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

He tensed. “Lily?”

I shook my head. “I’m good.”

“You’re not good. You’re so fucking small,” he bit out tersely.

I dug my nails into his back. “Don’t stop! Please don’t stop.” I clamped my legs around him, raised my hips to meet his next thrust. Pain and pleasure collided and I screamed.

“Shit!”

“More,” I begged.

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