Page 47 of Caleb's Salvation
And it wasn’t just his tongue. It was his nose, his lips, his entire mouth. I felt devoured with absolutely no control over the pleasure that was being forced upon me.
I couldn’t move my legs as he held then in his grip even as his mouth continued to do wicked things between my thighs. Then I felt his tongue, higher up along the seam, where it pushed and laved and it was too much.
That sensation I’d only just felt the night before came rushing back. Only this time it was stronger and even more consuming.
“Caleb!”
I hadn’t realized it, but I’d been holding on to the bars of the headboard. Holding so tightly I might have crushed them with my hands. I let go of one and, instead, tried to pull at Caleb’s hair, to pull him away from where he was still teasing me with tip of his nose.
He lifted his head and I could see his face clearly even in the shadow of moonlight. He looked like a wild beast who’d just fed on his prey. He pushed himself to his knees, my thighs still spread over his shoulders, until his cock was poised to enter me.
“I’m sorry, Vivienne…next time.”
I didn’t know what he meant and couldn’t process it until I felt him push inside me, hard and deep. He was too big, and I was too tight, and it stung. Not as bad as when I’d lost my virginity, but it was still too much for me to handle.
“Caleb! Wait.”
“Fuck, Vivienne. I don’t think I can. You’re so fucking tight around me. I’m losing my mind.”
“You need to do this. You promised me pleasure,” I insisted then I wiggled my hips to try and accommodate him. To his credit, he didn’t move. His whole body stilled as he looked down at where our bodies were connected. I could feel the tension in him. Could practically feel his dick throbbing inside me, angry for having been made to wait.
But wait Caleb did. Waited until the sting subsided and I was able to focus on the pleasure of having him deep inside me. Waited while I arched my back and used my thighs to pull him in deeper or push him away, taking him in short strokes that my body quickly responded to. Waited until the arousal that had been stoked by my first orgasm started to fire up again.
He was still watching us down there. Watching where our bodies joined.
“Caleb,” I said, reaching out to him, touching him on his hip, the only place I could reach. “It’s okay now.”
His head sprung up and our eyes met. I nodded and again arched my back so I was stretched out on the bed.
His very own near-virginal sacrifice. I smiled at the thought. “Now you can lose control.”
“Vivienne,” he groaned, but his hands came around my ass and he squeezed the cheeks hard, thrusting in deep at the same time.
Now I understood what he meant. There was no control in his movements. No finesse in his snapping hips. My wild beast was back, and he was taking me and ravaging me, only I didn’t mind because it felt so good.
My body jerked along the bed. My breasts jiggled with each pounding. He was cursing and groaning above me then shaking so hard I might have worried if his face hadn’t looked so completely blissed out.
It started for me then. That wild feeling like every muscle in my body was coming together in one long, blissful stretch. I squeezed myself around his cock.
“Fuck! Vivienne!” A few more hard thrusts then he collapsed on top of me, freeing my thighs from his shoulders and taking enough of his weight on his forearms to not suffocate me. Still he remained throbbing inside me. Or was that me throbbing around him? I supposed it didn’t matter.
I wrapped my arms around him and let him push his face against my neck. Knowing he needed the comfort as the realization hit him that I wasn’t his wife and never would be. And the realization would come.
I don’t know if it was his sweat or his tears I felt against my shoulder. I just knew I had to give him all the comfort my body could give him, and I did.
13
Cal
She was curled up on her side with her back to me. I’d managed to get out of bed earlier, dump the condom, only to crawl back in bed, spooning her from behind and promptly falling asleep.
Not a kiss. Not a word to say…what?Thank youseemed rather inappropriate, although I was thankful.
And a little sad maybe, but the guilt I was sure I would feel wasn’t there. Instead, other than the whisper of grief, I felt this strange contentment. It could have been the sex, but more it was the sense that I was safe in this bed with her. My emotions, my lack of control, my graceless fucking all could have been on trial, but not with Vivienne.
With her there was only quiet acceptance. Which was crazy given her lack of experience. With men in general. With sex in particular. I could feel the tremors in her body when I went down on her. Knew it was her first time and I’d wondered briefly if I had given her her first orgasm.
Suddenly, I had to know the answer to that.
