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He slowly starts to piston his hips, dragging his cock in and out. He’s so thick, stretching me as he massagesmy insides with his length. His kisses are slow and tender, his tongue tangling with mine in lazy strokes, his fingers plunging through my hair as he grips my head. His other hand falls onto my hip, his grip digging into my flesh so hard it’s bound to leave bruises.
He’s consuming me, piece by piece, inch by inch and I’m so lost in him. At this point, there’s no question about it—if this is what it’s like with him, I never want to be found.
Caleb starts to move faster, his breathing growing labored as he picks up the pace. He moves his hips, drilling into me over and over with only the sounds of his skin against mine and our moans filling the air around us. It’s a sweet, delicious torture and I can feel myself already approaching the edge of ecstasy once again.
“Fuck, Mia. I’m not going to last long,” he moans against my mouth, nipping at my bottom lip before he pulls away. He moves his body so he’s standing upright, hands gripping my waist.
“Come for me,” I say, my voice filled with nothing but lust and need. I reach for his arms, my fingernails digging into his wrists as I hold onto him. “Let go, love.”
Urgency simmers beneath the surface as he thrusts into me even harder. He releases my hip, sliding one hand between us as he presses his thumb against my clit. He rolls it over and over, applying the right amount of pressure as he sends me spiraling over the edge.
My body quakes, my pussy tightens around him, his hips jerking. A wildfire of pleasure spreads through mybody, pulling me into the depths as I cling to him, moaning his name as he continues to pump into me, unrelenting.
“Mia,” he sighs, my name falling from his lips in the softest breath. A low moan follows as he thrusts into me, filling me with his warmth as he loses himself deep inside of me.
His movements slow as he empties himself, filling me with his cum. He doesn’t stop until we’re both coming down from our highs, then his hips still. He stares down at me, his expression soft, eyes warm and hooded as he lifts his hands to stroke the sides of my face.
“Mia,” he says quietly, his voice cracking around my name as his eyebrows pinch together. There’s a moment where a twinge of panic passes over his face. His eyes dart around, like he’s needing to figure out a way to get out of this.
My heart cracks, I can feel him pulling away. I fight against the rejection and slowly lift myself. “Hey,” I say softly, reaching for him. “Hey.” He pulls out of me, leaving me empty and aching, but he doesn’t move away. I slowly sit up, pushing off the counter until I’m on flat feet. His cum drips down the insides of my thighs. “It’s okay. I’m sorry if I let that go too far.”
He stares at me, eyes slowly searching mine before he lets out a breath. He leans forward and presses his forehead to mine as his eyelids flutter shut, breathing me in. My shoulders relax, the rejection fizzling as he lifts his hands to hold the sides of my face.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, lifting his head frommine to press his lips against my forehead. “You did nothing wrong. I just had a little moment of panic there.”
“It’s okay,” I assure him, my hands circling around his waist. “I don’t want any of this to be too much for you.”
His throat bobs as he swallows hard, pulling back to look at me. “It’s not. It’s everything I want.” He pauses, stroking my cheek with his thumbs. “This is just...new and different for me.”
“I know,” I tell him, lifting up on my tip toes to press my lips to his. “I think everything you’re feeling is normal.”
He slowly rolls his lips between his teeth, biting down as he nods. The sound of a bedroom door opening upstairs immediately severs the moment. “Shit,” he breathes out, his eyes widening. “She’s up early.”
“Shit is right.”
The corners of his lips lift and he lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “I’ll distract her if you want to get your bathing suit and sneak upstairs.”
“You’re a life saver,” I tell him, pressing my lips to his once more. He slides his hand behind my head, his tongue pushing past my lips as he deepens the kiss. His hips shift forward, pressing his hard cock against my stomach. “You’d better stop, sir,” I laugh. I lightly push him away, taking a step back as I bend down to grab my bikini bottom.
“I fear I haven’t had my fill of you, pup.”
I grab my towel and bikini bottom, wrapping thetowel around my body as I smile at him. “We’ll have to take care of that issue later.”
“It’s a deal,” he says with a wink before he disappears into the foyer, heading upstairs to Tella.
I wait until I hear the two of them going into the bathroom before I sneak up into my room. As I shut my door, I lean back against it, clutching the towel around my body as I let my head fall back against the door. I suck in a deep breath, my eyelids falling shut as the memory of him inside of me, his hands and lips on my skin still so vivid.
Caleb Ford is going to be the end of me.
And there’s nothing I can do to stop it now.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CALEB
“Turn left on the next road,” Mia tells me, her voice soft as she turns her head, her eyes gazing out the window as we head down the winding backroads. Sugar Hill Hollow isn’t a long drive from Aston and since I don’t have any games today, I jumped at the opportunity to drive Mia and Tella.
Tella’s been bugging Mia about getting to meet her horse ever since Mia brought him up. Mia asked me a few days if I minded if she took her today, as long as the weather was cooperative. The sun’s been shining bright all morning without a single cloud in sight. The air has a bit of a chill to it, which isn’t surprising since we’re deep into the fall months now, but it’s a nice warm day considering.
