Page 180 of Untouchable
His hands tightened on the flesh of her ass, and his grip began to urge her into motion. He guided her hips in a steady rhythm, which she sustained by levering up and down with her thighs.
The motion caused his cock to slide deliciously inside her, the stimulation exactly what she needed. An orgasm gathered at her center, the pressure deep and powerful and real.
Caleb was breathing harshly through his nose as he kissed her, and as her motion intensified, he began to make soft, guttural grunts that sounded both primitive and sexy as hell. His response encouraged her to accelerate her movement over him—wanting to hear more of those grunts.
Her motion forced her mouth away from Caleb’s, but she kept her face near his. She was panting now too, and the mingled texture of their fast breathing formed a connection, a sharing that made her feel even closer to him. He moved a hand up to curve around the back of her head, his fingers sliding through her loose hair.
For some reason she loved the way his strong hand felt in her hair, against her skull. Then he pressed her face toward him, so forcefully she couldn’t resist, until he was kissing her again. She squirmed above him, feeling his cock—hard and substantial—move inside her. She was still wet. In fact, she was wetter now than ever, the moisture leaking out around his erection so that she could feel it on her inner thighs. “God, you feel good,” she murmured against his lips.
She didn’t just mean his cock. She meant all of him. She loved how his body felt against hers.
Caleb let out a lingering groan as she began to ride him again—this time hard and fast. His hands had been spanning her rib cage, but now they moved up slightly until he could rub her nipples with his thumbs through her shirt. Her breasts were bouncing up and down, and that combined with his caress to intensify her building orgasm. “You feel incredible,” Caleb murmured as he devoured her shaking form with warm brown eyes. “Fuck, Blossom, there has never been anyone like you.”
The words soothed something broken in her heart and sent her spiraling faster toward climax.
The compulsion was becoming urgent now, so she braced herself more securely with her hands on his shoulders. Then she rode him as fast as she could—her rhythm primitive and needy. She huffed out grunts of effort and pleasure.
“Fuck, yeah,” Caleb rasped, his pelvis bucking up against hers. “Oh yeah.”
Her whole body was jiggling—her hair, her breasts, her clit, the flesh of her ass and her thighs. And the indirect stimulation mingled with the thrusting of his cock to push her at last into orgasm.
She came on a broken cry, her head tilting back and her mouth falling open. Her body shook and spasmed over him as waves of pleasure radiated out with the clenching of her pussy around his cock.
He came too, just a few seconds after her. He swallowed over a few incoherent words as his body froze with coiled tension before it all released in clumsy jerks and hoarse groans.
She fell against him as the contractions started to fade, her pussy having tightened around his cock so dramatically she could feel every tiny move he made. Resting her head on hisshoulder, she gasped against his shirt, comforted as his arms went around her all the way, holding her against him.
Caleb panted into her hair as he stroked her back and bottom. His body felt more relaxed now—his muscles softening in a way that thrilled her. She loved that she was the one who’d caused the transformation of his body.
“That was good,” she said at last.
“Yeah. No question.”
He sounded sated but different somehow, like he’d come to some sort of conclusion.
She pulled back and swung her leg over his lap, sliding off him as he helped her move. Her clinging pussy released him with a sound of wet suction.
Kelly curled up in a ball and hugged her knees to her chest. She felt empty and overly sensitive, but her body was relaxed. She squeezed her thighs, feeling anxious and confused and hopeful all at once.
Caleb startled her when he finally spoke. “You regretting it?”
She gasped and jerked her head toward him. “No. I’m not. Are you?”
He shook his head and zipped up his pants. “I don’t know.”
“What don’t you know?”
He stood up. “If this was a good idea or not.”
“We both knew what it was. We both agreed it wasn’t a sappy reunion. If you’re afraid I’m going to throw myself at your feet and beg for a wedding ring, then don’t be.” She managed to sound controlled, but she was feeling sad and kind of sick.
It had felt so good—so right—when she’d been making love to Caleb just now. Even better than it had felt before. Like it was real. Like they knew each other all the way down to the core.
She wanted to be with someone like that. She wanted to be withCaleblike that.
But he didn’t want to be with her that way too.
And it hurt. It just hurt.
