Page 31 of Untouchable
Her body started responding. Then her feelings and memories resisted the response.
She needed this for her plan to work.Neededit. So she relaxed her body, curving her fingers around his head. Took deep breaths. Closed her eyes. Thought only about the sensations.
He nipped at her nipple, and Kelly felt the corresponding tug in her pussy. His hand slid up, played with her other breast, and she arched her back as the sensations collected automatically—no matter who was doing this to her.
Her T-shirt now had a wet patch over one breast from the moisture of Caleb’s mouth, and soon it felt like the wet fabric was nonexistent.
Kelly realized that she hadn’t been making any noises, so she released a husky moan. Pushed Caleb’s head into her breast. The dual sensations from his mouth and his fingers—on both of her breasts simultaneously—was starting to work. Her breathing quickened. She felt herself grow a little wet.
Focused on that. Not on who was making it so.
His hands were now skimming over her body. Then they started to push up her T-shirt. Kelly took advantage of the conveniently bunched fabric, pulling the shirt over her head, baring her body to him completely.
It was hard to judge whether she should be passive in this encounter or if she should take initiative in how and what they did. It was difficult to get a good read on what would appeal to Caleb the most. But since it would fit into her plan better if she let him make most of the moves tonight, she decided to let Caleb take control. Especially since it was struggle enough for her to do anything more than accept.
Maybe the hardest thing she’d ever done.
The room was silent except for the slightly springy sound of the bed as Caleb positioned himself between her legs. Her eyes were still closed, but she could feel him rubbing against hernaked body—something odd about the contrast between his bare chest and his clothed legs and hips.
She was doing all right for the moment, but she needed to open her eyes—at least to go through with the next series of steps. Taking another deep breath, Kelly forced her eyelids up. Directed her gaze at his face. Tried not to focus too clearly.
Caleb’s face was a blur, but she could feel his hand buried in her hair, spreading the strands out against the pillow. His eyes were raking over her, and on his face was that same heat, same dominance, same possession. It was just like the other day, but his speed had slowed down to a smoldering, leisurely crawl.
She hated it. Hated everything it implied. Wanted to claw at his expression, make it disappear. She wanted to cover her breasts and her groin, feeling exposed in a way she hadn’t in years.
It shouldn’t matter. Countless men had seen her body in more depraved contexts than this. But this was still so much worse.
She shifted her eyes down to his chest, unable to focus on his face anymore. Then she fumbled at the front of his pants until they were unfastened, her movements intentionally clumsy and eager. When she pushed his pants down over his lean hips, Caleb moved to pull them off completely.
Then Caleb was naked above her—hot and ruthless and everywhere.
Kelly panicked in a momentary wave of dizziness. She had to close her eyes and clench her fists to keep from pushing him away.
But these feelings didn’t matter any more than anything else.
Breathing deeply, she opened her eyes again and arched beneath him, moaning softly. She rubbed her pelvis against his erect cock. Despite her panic, her body was still somewhatresponsive from the stimulation. It should be all right. She could do this.
So she squirmed beneath him, trying for additional friction to trigger more of her physical arousal. She was almost in control of herself again, so she searched for her prepared strategy.
Then—fuck!—he was kissing her again.
His kisses were the worst, and she’d thought he was through with that brand of torture. But his mouth was moving over hers again, ravenous and greedy. His tongue was fluttering in a series of moves that she wasn’t coherent enough to trace.
Soon she was having trouble getting enough air through her nose and felt a wave of claustrophobia overtake her.
Tearing her mouth away, she turned her head and gasped out, “Caleb, please. I want you now.”
His lips had moved to her throat, but that was much more acceptable than her mouth. He murmured over her skin, “You sure?”
“Yeah,” she replied, her fingers once more skimming down his back. “Condom.”
Caleb pulled up and stared down at her, his eyes holding hers. “Right.” He shook his head a little as if trying to pull himself together. She could feel his erection pressing into her thigh, so she knew focusing might be a bit difficult for him. “I have some upstairs.” He groaned a little and rolled off her. Then off the bed. “I’ll get them.”
He looked tense and uncomfortable, which was absolutely perfect. So Kelly took advantage of it. “I have a couple in my purse. Inner pocket.”
Caleb went to grab her clutch purse, and Kelly rubbed at her clit under the covers, which she had pulled up halfway over her body, hoping to get herself a little wetter while he was busy.
The search for the condom was rushed and clumsy, but Caleb eventually pulled a packet out of the inner pocket of her purse.Then he returned, pulled back the covers, and got into bed with her once more.
