Page 65 of Even If the Sky is Falling
Instead of answering me, he leads me to sit on the bed before gently pressing his massive hand against my stomach.
“Lie down for me?”
I do what he asks. When I see him kneel in front of me, my legs quiver. Oh hell yes.
He moves his hands to the tops of my thighs, but before he even makes contact, he looks at me. “Is this okay?”
“It’s more than okay.”
He grins before bowing his head down. A second later, light kisses and even lighter teeth scrapes spill across the insides of my thighs. Already I have to steady my breathing to keep from losing it.
“We should have done this sooner. Like, hours ago,” I yelp as he inches closer to the apex of my thighs.
“You’re right. We should have. Now I gotta make up for lost time.”
Giggles fall from my mouth. But when his breath ghosts over my clit, they morph into gasps. Then his tongue hits, my jaw falls open and I moan. He starts with slow swirls, eventually picking up speed. He stops and sucks. The light pressure has me seeing stars. It’s not even a minute, and I’m about to plummet off the edge.
“Caleb.” Running my hands through his hair seems to spur him on just the right way. He returns to a slow pace, then speeds up, then slows once more. God, this guy. He picks up right away that this variation of speed drives me wild.
Heat builds, along with the pressure. Thank goodness I’m lying down because I’m dizzy at just how incredible Caleb is. His hands are better than my own. His mouth and his tongue are the best I’ve ever had.
Both of my calves begin to cramp, signaling that the incoming crash of pleasure is close. When I bury my hands in his hair to hold him in place, he takes the cue. He keeps that steady pace, that gentle pressure, and I explode against his tongue.
All of my limbs convulse around him, but his lead pipe arms hold me in place. Rapid breaths help ease me as I come down.
He crawls up to the sofa bed next to me and slides a pillow under my head. Finally my heartbeat steadies, and I glimpse over at him. When I grab him in my hand, he shivers. He’s hard as steel.
“Do you have a condom?”
He grins and says yes before rolling over and hopping off the couch bed to where his jeans are on the floor. He curls up next to me again, condom in hand.
I immediately push him down flat on his back with my forearm. He must find my pitiful show of strength amusing because he chuckles.
“No laughing.” I swipe the condom from his hand, rip it open with my teeth and spit the wrapper out. A groan rips from his throat when I slide it on him. “Just let me ride you.”
When I lower myself onto him, I have to go slow. It’s not just our size differences, it’s that I want to savor every single moment of this fantasy come to life.
“Easy,” he grunts, digging both hands into the fleshy part of my hips.
I press my palms against his chest. “I’m not some delicate little thing.” My head falls back as I moan. “I like it hard and fast.”
He holds me steady to keep from thrusting and I look down at him. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he rasps. “But if you go too hard, too fast, I’m going to lose it, Jocelyn. And I want this to last.”
Leaning down, I run my tongue along his bottom lip. I jerk back up before he can capture me in his mouth. “I saw the other condoms in your wallet. There’s always round two.”
With that, I thrust up and down in a slow rhythm, using his chest to steady myself. His eyes roll to the back of his head.
A low growl rips from his throat. “Jocelyn.” He lets out a frustrated chuckle, then exhales. “You can’t keep going like this. I’m going to blow.”
“Good.”
The up and down rhythm I employ delivers pleasure to both of us. With each thrust I’m stretched even more, reaching a pleasure peak I haven’t hit with another man in ages. It’s not just Caleb’s size doing me in. It’s the pleading look in his eyes, the way he tries to hold off for me, even when I tell him it’s okay to let go. It’s the way he holds on to my body for dear life, like he can’t believe this moment is happening either.
Licking my fingers, I start to circle my clit. Caleb’s brow shoots all the way up to his hairline. “Fuck, Jocelyn. I can’t take it...watching you do that... I can’t—”
An animal-like yell falls from him, blasting through the room. He presses so hard into my hips with his fingers, I’m certain I’ll bruise. Good. I want a memento from this wild and impossible moment together.
A lightning bolt of heat and pleasure hits my clit, and I come soon after. My pitchy cries accompany the last of his deep grunts. I fall on top of his chest, which is just as sweaty as mine. His thick arms wrap around me, and I nuzzle into him. The frenzied beat of his heart is the only sound I hear.
