Page 53 of Dial L for Lawyer
"Caleeeeeb!"
She screams my name loud enough that the entire floor definitely knows what we're doing.
I don't stop. I work her through it, then keep going, making her curse and beg and pull my hair hard enough to hurt.
"Too much," she gasps. "I can't?—"
"You can." I curl my fingers, massaging that spot that I know will make her see even more stars. "One more. Give me one more."
"Caleb—"
"Come on, beautiful. Show me how good I make you feel."
Her nails bite into my shoulders, her whole body arching off the mattress as I keep my mouth locked on her, working her with ruthless precision. I don't let up, not even when her thighs start to tremble around my head and her breath comes in squealing, helpless little rushes. Not until she breaks again, her back bowing off the bed as she grinds her hips into the press of my tongue and then collapses, spent and shaking, heels still hooked over my back like she'll drown if she lets go.
"Holy fuck, Caleb!"
I crawl up the bed, bracing myself over her, my lips trailing a line of kisses from her cleavage, up her sternum, over the pulse jackhammering in her throat. She's still flushed, sweating, her dress clinging to her skin in a way that's going to ruin me for every other article of clothing in existence.
She grabs my face, yanks me into a kiss. Her taste is everywhere, wine and want and her own sweetness, her tongue urgent and greedy. I let her have it, let her bite down hard enough to make me hiss, let her pull at my hair and grind her hips up into mine even though she's still spasming from the last orgasm.
"Your turn," she breathes, flipping me onto my back—which takes me by utter surprise—and she straddling me, still in her fuck-you-red dress and perfect fuck-me heels. Her hands go to my belt with a confidence that makes my blood pressure spike, and she has my pants halfway off before I realize she's taken over the pace of this.
"God," she says, voice thick and shaky, "I want to see your face when you come."
"Is that so?" My mouth is dry, and my hands are shaking as I help her strip me down, tossing my tie and shirt to the floor while she takes charge from above.
She grinds down against me, bare skin under satin, eyes black with wanting as her hands explore my chest, nails dragging down my abs in a way that makes my cock twitch. "Someone's been hitting the gym."
"Had to do something with all that frustration."
She laughs, low and wicked as she shifts back and drinks in my hard length. "Let me help with that." Her hand wraps around me, and holy hell, I nearly come right then.
"Fuck, Serena."
"Six months, right?" She strokes me slowly, learning what makes me curse. "That's a long time to wait."
"You have no idea—" I groan as she twists her wrist. "Fuck, Serena."
"No one else?" She looks up at me, something vulnerable in her eyes despite her hand still working me. "Really?"
"No one." I reach down to cup her face. "I told you—I haven't even looked at another woman. Couldn't. They weren't you."
"That's..." She blinks, like she's trying to process. "Caleb, that's?—"
"Pathetic? Obsessive?"
"Hot," she breathes, then bends down to take me in her mouth, effectively ending the conversation.
She does it slow, too, like she's savoring the moment as much as the taste. The first wet heat of her mouth on my cock nearly blanks out my vision. I fist the sheets, fighting not to buck up and tangle my fists in her hair. Serena looks up as I slide between her lips, eyes dark and challenging, and the look she gives me sends one more jolt of hunger through my already overloaded system.
"Fuck, Serena, you're killing me." I let my head fall back as she works me, tentative at first, then gaining confidence with every pass of her tongue. She circles the tip, traces the underside, taking me as deep as she can and then pulling back, smiling a little when I groan. She's competitive even now, and the thought makes me want to fuck her even harder. See how deep she could swallow me down if I urged her to.
Just as I'm about to lose control, I grab her shoulders, force her gently up, and flip her onto her back again.
She laughs, even as she's gasping for air. "Neanderthal," she says, then bites her lip. "Don't stop. I want you inside me. Please tell me you're clean."
"I am. Are you on birth control?"
