Page 106 of Holiday Star
Yes, please.
He dips his body down until it lays fully against me. When he tilts his pelvis, his erection digs in just below my pelvic bone.
He wants me, and I want him, too.
I open my legs to each side, and Caleb moves between them. This time when he presses close, his hard erection lines up with my soft core, stirring my desire, bringing it roaring to life. He groans and pushes harder, seeking more contact. Even through my dress and his pants, I can feel him swell against me.
There’s too much separating us. I’m desperate to have his skin against mine. It’s awkward in the confined space of the limo, but quickly we undress, helping each other peel off each layer of clothing until there’s nothing left.
I had almost forgotten how beautiful he is like this, exposed in every way. The naked skin of his body is colored by passing streetlights. The naked emotion on his face is a heady combination of primal lust and something deeper, something that looks a lot like love.
Gentle hands pull me into him. He places me in his lap as he sits, facing me outward with his hard chest braced against my back. His erection lies under my hip, but when I try to press my backside into it, he shifts, moving it out of my reach.
He gathers my hair, draping it over one shoulder, and rests his chin on the other. His hands skate down my neck, my collarbones, and end on my breasts. A hand on each breast, he takes them into his palms and squeezes, lifting and massaging. Fingers stroke my nipples until they peak.
My mouth parts and I sigh, already so turned on that moisture forms between my legs. I arch into him, rubbing my back so that his chest hair scrapes against it. My hips swivel on his lap, searching for something to relieve the ache deep inside me.
Caleb kisses my neck. I turn my head, and his lips find mine. He sucks my bottom lip gently as his hands wander lower, tickling across the expanse of my stomach with excruciating slowness.
He opens my legs wide, draping them over the outside of each of his knees. The cool rush of the air conditioning hits my exposed core but does nothing to put out the fire that burns there. He traces the shape of my hipbones, following the curve until his hand dips lower to cup my sex.
I whimper, arching harder against that touch.
He’s taking his time, and it’s driving me insane. When he parts my silken folds to slide his fingers between them, the relief is immense. Finally, the contact I’ve been craving.
Using fingertips and then his palm, followed by fingertips again, he strokes into my wetness. Rubbing from entrance to apex and back. Over and over. I’m panting, unable to think. Only tuned in to the urges of my body. I grind shamelessly against that hand, not caring how wanton I might appear.
On a downstroke, two fingers push deep inside, and stars explode across my vision. I gasp, air rushing through my teeth at the sharp spike of pleasure from that stretching sensation. Caleb pumps his fingers within me. At the same time, he brings his other hand to the peak between my leg, rubbing my clit in tiny firm circles. His arms envelop me as he uses both hands, timed perfectly together to bring me closer to release.
I raise my hands over my head, reaching behind me until they find him. I pull his face forward until his mouth is on my neck, kissing and sucking as I wind my hands through his hair.
“Caleb,” I moan as my hips slam up and down against the motion of his hands. My whole body becomes taut, about to be unleashed.
“Yes,” his words slur, drunk on the way I respond to his touch. “That’s it. Say my name. Scream it. I’ve never heard anything more goddamn beautiful, never seen anything as exquisite as you when you come. Do it, Gwen. Do it for me.”
I do.
I climax shouting his name, repeating it over and over as shuddering pulses of pleasure roll from my head to my toes. It goes on for a long time, that orgasm. So much sexual tension released. When it recedes, I slump back, boneless and trembling in Caleb’s arms.
He chuckles without sound, a vibration in his chest transferring by direct contact to my spine. “Oh no, love. I’m not done with you yet.”
Caleb manipulates my limp body, twisting me around so I face him with my legs straddling his thighs. His eyes drink me in, starting at my hair and traveling down to my sex, bared open to him in this position. He licks his lip. Just like he said back at the restaurant, a man ravenous.
His erection springs up between us. It’s so swollen that it looks uncomfortable, straining against his skin. A bead of moisture swells on its tip.
The sight of it wakes me from my stupor. I brush that single droplet onto my thumb, and then, staring straight into his face, I bring my thumb to my lips and lick it slowly, sensually. I push my whole thumb into my mouth and suck, never breaking eye contact.
Caleb’s eyes darken, pupils dilating. “Fuck,” he whispers hoarsely. “So damn sexy. My naughty girl.” His hands on my waist, he helps lift me until I’m centered right over his tip. Slowly, ever so slowly, I slide down him until he’s all the way in.
Caleb groans, and his head drops back, exposing a long column of neck, which I lick and suck as I rise up, letting gravity pull him out of me. I reach the point where I almost lose him, then I thrust my body down, taking all of him in one smooth motion.
We both moan loudly, the sounds of our need forming a wordless song.
Fingers tightening on my hipbones, Caleb lifts me up and drops me down, picking up the rhythm of our lovemaking. As we move, he kisses me, muffled curses and words of adoration spilling from his lips into mine, too fevered for me to make out most of them. The one thing I understand is my name, which he cries out as our pace intensifies.
It’s amazing to have Caleb inside of me again. Our bodies move together seamlessly. Two puzzle pieces that complement each other so well. He fills every inch, satisfying me fully. I rock my hips as I press down on him, brushing my sensitive nub over his skin. My heart beats a staccato rhythm, pounding so hard it might burst through my chest.
I’m saying his name again, gasping it, as all the places where we connect combine into one enormous wave of pleasure that builds and builds, until it crashes. That wave of sensual emptying rolls over me, pulling me into its undertow so deeply that I barely hear Caleb cry out my name as he comes undone, spilling his warmth into me.
