Page 98 of Second Chance Fate

Slowly, he bent down and began to trail gentle kisses on her neck as he kept her arms pinned above her. He could feel the heat of his breath blow back on his face as he hovered close to her collarbone, then moved down. When he reached the delicate, soft netting covering her breasts, he took his time, first running his lips and tongue along the outline of her cleavage, then covering the entirety of the lace until it was all wet with his saliva. His open-mouthed kisses were both reverent and filled with longing, as if trying to both respect and memorize every curve and contour.

With deliberate care, he sucked her nipples, still covered in silky mesh, into his mouth, lavishing them with attention. He heard her breath catch in her throat, and he sank his teeth into her puckered flesh. He heard another gasp and felt her knees buckle. He moved his leg between hers, so she was straddling his thigh. Each time he bit or licked her pebble-hard tips, she rocked her hips, grinding her sex into his thigh, using his leg toget off, and it was making him so much harder than it should, considering he was a grown man, not a horny teenager.

The problem was, he’d been abstinent so long that now that he’d opened the floodgates, his body was ready to make up for lost time. As he sucked, licked, and bit her stiff peaks, she rode his leg, and he kept her pinned against the wall as the world outside faded away. All that existed was the two of them. The connection between them deepened with every shared breath and intimate gesture.

When he felt her start to move so fast that he knew she might bring herself over the edge, he released her arms and straightened up. It happened so fast she blinked at him, with swollen lips and a glazed-over, heavy-lidded expression that made her look like she was intoxicated.

Reaching between them, he unclasped her bra, which had a front clasp, and let it fall away from her body. Her nipples became even harder without the barrier and under his intense gaze. He cupped beneath her breasts, pushed them together, and sucked both nipples into his mouth. With every flick of his tongue and nip of his teeth, she let out soft moans, urging him on further as she fisted her hands in his hair.

As she made her fists tighter, it pulled his hair, sending a sting traveling from his scalp straight down to his cock. That signal caused an urgency to flood him. He needed to feel her skin against his, to have more access to her body. He released her breasts, wrapped his arms around her back, picked her up, and carried her to the bed. He carefully lowered her down, then stood back up. He took in the sight of her completely naked except for a tiny piece of lace covering her sex.

He started unbuttoning his shirt, and she shifted in the bed, her thighs squeezing together. He could see that she was uncomfortable because she was sexually frustrated. It was a myth that only men got blue balls.

“Touch yourself,” he instructed gruffly as he continued unbuttoning his shirt.

His suggestion caused her lips to part as she inhaled a shaky breath. She licked her lips in what he knew was a nervous gesture, but what his dick thought was seduction, as her thighs parted, falling to the side. She kept her underwear on, and her eyes were locked with his as she slid her hand down her belly, then slipped it beneath her lace panties, which almost made it even hotter to watch than if she were naked. Caleb could see her fingers through the lace as they ran up and down her seam.

He was growing harder and harder as he tore off his shirt, then unbuckled his belt and took care of his zipper. He toed off his shoes and socks and watched as she closed her eyes and her back arched when her finger reached her clit and she began to flick it.

“Don’t,” he growled his warning, and her eyes opened. "Do not make yourself come. I will make you come.”

Her face grew a deeper shade of pink, and she bit her lip as she changed how she was touching herself. He saw that now she was using her finger to trace around her clit instead of flicking over it.

“Good girl,” he grinned as he pushed his pants and boxer briefs down his leg.

He took himself in his hand and pumped twice, just trying to push his balls, which were tight up against his body, down and away to give him some more staying power before he climbed on the bed to join Taylor.

As he moved toward her, she parted her legs even further, in silent invitation, and he settled between her thighs. With tender precision, he slid the material covering her sex to one side. She started to move her hand away, but he held her wrist in place. She quickly got the idea, and her finger once again circled her knotted bundle of nerves.

With one hand keeping her panties to the side, he used the other to gently part her feminine folds and began to lick her seam while she continued teasing her clit, tracing around it. With each pass of his tongue, he felt her body spasm against it. He could feel her getting closer and closer to the edge, and he was determined to take her over.

Starting at the base of her entrance, he licked upward, drawing a shudder from deep within her. This time he continued up, joining her finger and brushing the tip of his tongue across her swollen clit. He flicked it with her finger, doing the same on the side. They worked in tandem, and he felt the moment she reached her climax. Her entire body began to shake, and her stomach clenched.

As she writhed and whimpered, he wanted to do even more, to take her even higher, so he slipped his middle finger inside of her tight canal, and her body instantly suctioned around him, the wet warmth enveloping him. He pushed in further, sinking into her body as he licked her clit, and her finger tickled it. When he got to his knuckle, he curled his finger upward, stroking the sensitive spot on her inner wall, heightening her arousal and pushing her closer to the edge of ecstasy.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she cried out.

He continued licking her and lost himself as her arousal coated his tongue. Tonight, he hoped they would both get lost in a world where only their physical connection existed. And in this world, he might just tell her he loved her.

Taylor was having the hottest, most intense orgasm of her life. She cried out as Caleb, once again, took her to new heights. From head to toe, her entire body seized with pleasureas her orgasm swept her away. She was powerless to contain it or to control it, not that she even wanted to. The only thing she could do was surrender to it. Each pass of his tongue or flick of his finger acted as a subtle escalation that sent an electric jolt through her nerves, which amplified her climax.

There was something so hot about her underwear being on and him just pulling them to the side. She loved knowing they were wet from Caleb’s saliva and from her juices. She never knew intimacy could be like this—messy and desperate but also somehow tender, sacred. His touch was expert but not clinical. He read each quiver, every arch of her back, every whimper that escaped her lips, and adjusted his movement accordingly—sometimes feather-light, sometimes with insistent pressure, but either way, he had her reeling toward the edge. Then all he had was breath, and she went right over it.

When she finally began to float back into consciousness, she became aware of two things. One, she was no longer wearing underwear, and two, Caleb was pressing kisses to her hipbone. She’d noticed he did that a lot. Caleb kissed her in places no other love interest had, not that she had a ton of experience, but she’d had three boyfriends before Martin. Caleb kissed her hipbones, her shoulders, her forehead, and just below her ear. He found spots on her body that lit her up like a Christmas tree that she had no clue felt as amazing as they did.

Caleb began to migrate across her stomach, and she ran her fingers through his hair as he pressed kisses to her. She thought he was going to go to her other hip; he was typically an equal opportunity giver of attention when it came to her body. He didn’t show preferential treatment to one side over the other. Instead of reaching her other hip, he stilled in the center of her belly. His hand, which was holding her hip, moved to her stomach, and she watched as he traced a white stretch markbeside her belly button. After he slid his finger down it, he leaned and pressed his lips to it.

Usually, Taylor wouldn’t be thrilled about her stretch marks being pointed out, but this time, it was the opposite. This time, she loved it. This time, her stretch marks served as proof that she’d carried the life they created together.

When he lifted his head back up, his eyes met hers. “I wish I had been there for you when you were pregnant.”

“I know, me too,” she commiserated as she ran her nails along his scalp.

“You didn’t get to answer my question earlier, about kids.”

“You want to talk about this now? Like this?”

She was confused. She didn’t know where this heart-to-heart was coming from.

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