Page 116 of Untouchable
Kelly shifted until her mouth was next to his ear. She lowered her hand once more to his belly, just above Caleb’s partially hardened cock.
He’d been semierect for a while now, his arousal feeding off his other intense feelings.
“Caleb,” Kelly whispered, her breath wafting over the sensitive skin of his ear. “Why do you keep holding back? Let yourself go. Show me why I shouldn’t be tempted by anyone else.”
Then she covered his hand with hers on her thigh, closed her fingers around his wrist, and slid his hand up beneath the skirt of her dress. All the way up her thigh.
Up to the juncture between her legs.
He could feel the warmth of her through the fabric of her panties.
His cock jumped painfully to full erection as a flash of hot desire slammed into him.
“Fuck me, Caleb,” Kelly murmured, her voice an erotic caress, a tantalizing torture. “Are you really going to make me beg?”
Caleb grabbed her upper body and devoured her mouth with a hard kiss, finally letting go of the restraint that had been holding his instinct in check. She clung to him. Moaned into his mouth. And Caleb channeled all the smoldering intensity of the evening into claiming her as his.
His nostrils flared as his mouth moved roughly against hers—sucking, stroking, exploring, and nipping. His hands worked her over ceaselessly, touching her everywhere he could reach. She’d begun to whimper, and he loved the passionate sound of it. He reveled in the way she always responded to his touch.
Then she tore her mouth away, panting and flushed. “Now, Caleb,” she demanded, turning away from him and beginning to maneuver on the seat. “Fuck me now.”
He blinked, dazed with desire and still trying to hold on to the threads that kept his control intact. He stared at Kelly blankly until he figured out what she was doing.
She’d turned over on the broad expanse of the seat beside them and was now positioning herself on her hands and knees, her head toward the window.
Caleb blinked again, his eyes focused intently on the lush swell of flesh, her hips round and full beneath the slick fabric of her dress. Then he saw that she’d reached behind her and was bunching up the silk, baring her ass to his sight.
He made a hoarse sound in his throat and was briefly afraid he was going to lose it before he even got in position.
But then, swallowing over the shocked thrill, he adjusted his body too. Raised himself up on his knees beside her and started unbuttoning his trousers.
The back seat of a car wasn’t the ideal place for fucking a woman doggie-style, but there was plenty of room, and the slight instability in their positioning only made it that much more exciting. They had privacy since the little window between the front and back of the car was closed.
As long as the driver didn’t slam on his brakes.
Kelly was looking at him over her shoulder, urging him to hurry with moaned repetitions of “fuck me” and “now.”
Then Caleb pulled her ass cheeks apart. Nudged at her until he found her entrance. Then wedged his cock into her channel.
The clasp of her body was tight and warm, but she wasn’t as wet and pliant as he’d expected. She was very tight.
He adjusted behind her, waiting for her to relax. She’d turned forward again and was facing the window. Her hair was fallingall around her. She was breathing heavily—just as he was—but something about her body seemed different.
Every instinct inside him was screaming at him to thrust, to drive himself home, to take her, to claim her as his.
But he kept getting those prickles of uncertainty, so he made himself bite out, “Okay?”
She looked back over her shoulder at him, a familiar, sultry look in her eyes. “Yeah,” she breathed. “Good. Let go, Caleb. Fuck me. Take me like this.”
Her raw urging displaced the faint thread of concern, and he felt a new, powerful throb of base instinct. With a harsh grunt, he pulled back and drove into her, his cock sliding nearly out and then pushing its way deep into the hot depths of her body.
“Yeah,” she gasped. “Fuck me.”
So he let himself go after all. Released the hold he’d had on his impulses and thrust into her hard from behind, the powerful motion of his pelvis channeling his need to dominate, to possess, to claim.
He was sliding inside her fairly easily, and he could feel the tight friction on his cock and the indirect stimulation of his balls coalesce into a rising climax. The limitations of their location weren’t much of an issue, as Caleb could brace himself by widening the stance of his thighs.
Kelly was staring down at the leather seat, her body jostling every time he pushed into her, and she was releasing breathless grunts in time to his thrusting.
