Page 94 of Hit the Ground
He dipped his head to bite the inside of my knee. “Both, hmmm? You like to play with yourself?”
“Sometimes,” I rasped.
He dragged the vibrator along my inner thigh, never taking his eyes off my face. “Do you think of me?”
“Yes.” There was no use trying to deny it. This man was the center of all my fantasies. “Real life is so much better.”
“I believe you.” His thumb stretched to rub the top of my cleft. “I’d like to see anyway. Wanna know what you look like when you come against this and think of me.”
He rose, scooped me up, and placed me at the top of the mattress. Then he kicked off his pants and climbed onto the bed beside me, his cock thick and angry. He paid it no mind. His attention was locked on me.
It was a heady, devastating feeling.
He lay on his back and patted his thighs. “Sit on me. Let me see you.”
As boneless as I was, I managed to crawl over him and straddle his legs. When I reached for his length, he caught my wrist and lowered my hand to my side.
“Not yet.” He slipped the vibrator along my folds, back and forth, back and forth. “Should I turn it back on?”
“Yes.” I rocked against the hard silicone, wishing it was him. “Please, Caleb.”
He flicked the switch and slid the toy up to my clit. All it took was one touch for me to rocket forward, catching myself on his chest.
He chuckled. “You like that, don’t you?”
“I like it better with you controlling it.”
“Everything’s better when we’re doing it together,” he murmured, pressing the vibrator more firmly against me. He watched me react, listened to my breathing, moved when I shifted, circled when I mewled, giving me what I needed without my having to ask.
My body went tight, hips rocking against the steady pressure he had absolute control over. He held me in place with one bighand on my hip, not allowing me to escape the rhythm or chase it faster, giving me exactly what he wanted me to have.
“Right here, Allie-girl,” he coaxed. “Let me see you fall apart for me.”
I did.
I shattered with a high, keening cry, my body quaking as another release burst out of me. I collapsed on his chest, and he flicked the toy off, tossing it aside. Then his hands were on me, cupping my face. His mouth claimed mine, and he kissed me like he was trying to breathe me in. I clung to his shoulders, frantic even though I’d just broken into a million little pieces.
“Please,” I panted against his lips. “I need you. Inside me. Now.”
He guided me forward, directly above his thick, dripping cock. Together, we lined him up, then he pressed inside, stretching me slowly, until I was fully seated, our bodies locked tight.
I gasped from how full I was, blindly reaching for his hands, and they were there, wrapping around mine. Neither of us moved, not really. His chest rose and fell beneath me, his eyes locked on mine with a heat so fierce, it was almost unbearable.
The air went still.
The whole world went still.
Gone was the panicked desperation that had driven us together moments ago. We juststared, connected in every way that mattered, neither daring to move. Something inside me became rewritten. Thoughts and memories shifted aside to make room for this one. Instinct told me this was important. The tenderness in his gaze, his hands around mine, his body planted in me so deep I could barely breathe…it went beyond the physical. It was a story committed to paper in ink.
In my mind, I whispered, “It’s a love story.”
“Mine,” he rasped, his voice breaking on the word. “You’re my girl, Alice. You mean the world to me. You know that?”
I slipped my hands free of his to slide them along his chest. “Yes, Caleb. I do know that. You’ve shown me.”
His throat worked, like he wanted to say more. Instead, he gripped my hips, holding me steady. “Let me keep showing you.” He guided me, lifting me slowly before easing me back down, letting me feel every deliberate inch of him.
I gasped, bracing my palms against his chest. The motion was unhurried, almost achingly so, but it let me savor the stretch, the slide, the way my body molded around his. Caleb’s thumbs stroked slow circles against my skin, his gaze never breaking from mine as he set the pace.
