Page 47 of Holiday Star
“Oh.” I flop back onto the bed, hugely disappointed. Before I can spiral into a deep depression, Caleb nuzzles my neck and says hesitantly, “When I had the accident, they tested me for everything and I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone since.”
Hallelujah. I send a mental thank you up to the gods of sex. “I got tested before I started work at the hospital, and I’m clean too. Plus, I’m on the pill.” I’ve never been so happy to tell someone those gritty details.
We grin at each other, goofy smiles that stretch our cheeks. “So we’re doing this? Skin to skin?” he asks like I’m a fairy granting his greatest wish.
I nod enthusiastically.
He reaches for me but stops when I hold up my hand. “Is it weird that we’re doing it in Mom and Seth’s bed?”
Caleb smirks and drops his voice. “Am I a bad person? Because that’s kind of turning me on. I had my own apartment by the time I was fifteen, so I never got that sneaking into my girlfriend’s parents’ house experience until now.”
The only word I heard in that whole sentence was girlfriend, and I cling to it like a life raft. I could listen to Caleb say that word all day.Girlfriend. Is that what I will be after this? I’m not naive enough to believe that sex equates love or to think that just because we do it once that we are bound together forever. My experience with Jax taught me that wasn’t true.
Any coherent thought leaves my head after that because Caleb is all over me. He kisses me deeply while his hands move between my legs. With nothing between us now, his fingers send a scorching need through me as he strokes and circles my nub until I’m squirming beneath him. It’s red hot down there, like he’s branding me.
I take his shaft in my grip and holy moly—the man is packing some serious heat. His erection is rock hard and throbbing. He groans as I pump my hand over him, cupping the velvety soft head at the end of each stroke.
Once we are both fully ready, Caleb positions himself at my entrance and I help guide him. There’s a painful tightening for a second, reminding me that I haven’t done this in a very long time. Then he’s in, filling me up. He holds still, and we both sigh, our breath mingling together.
As one, we begin to move. With long slow thrusts, Caleb glides out and plunges back in. He takes his time, making it last like a seven-course meal. Each touch leaves me breathless. My heart is jammed against my sternum, beating erratically. I tilt my hips up to meet him. His hand reaches down to lazily circle my sex and then up to my nipple, pinching it gently.
He bends down to kiss me as we make love. Our pace picks up speed, and his movements become more uncontrolled as he dips deeper inside. His body is close to mine, warmth increasing from the friction between us.
I feel each delicious stroke, and each one makes my body tighten. A storm is building in me, lightning in the crash of my heartbeat, the wind his breath on my neck. My fingers dig into his shoulders, and I wrap my legs around his back.
The pressure and pleasure builds and builds until I cry out, shouting loud enough to wake the entire neighborhood as the orgasm rips through me, my body spasming hard and uncontrolled.
Not done yet, Caleb pulls out and flips me over onto my stomach. I’m a useless puddle of nerves, so he positions me like a doll, with my butt up in the air and head on the pillow as he enters me from behind. His breath is ragged as he pounds ferociously into me.
“Gwen, Gwen, Gwen,” he chants my name, and I realize he’s said it for the seventh, eighth, one hundredth time tonight. I’ve lost count. He’s sighed it like it’s a prayer, groaned it like it pains him, whisper-shouted it in ecstasy. I’ve never loved my name as much as I do right now, when it’s coming from his lips.
Within minutes, I’m tightening again. I orgasm so forcibly that my back arches. I dig my face into the pillow to muffle the sound as I scream out his name.
Caleb follows right behind, grunting as he spasms deep inside me. He holds still, seated within me, until he’s finished. Then he pulls out and falls onto the bed.
“Good lord, I think you almost killed me,” he gasps. “I swear my heart stopped for a second there.”
I giggle and lean against his chest. “Good thing for you I know CPR.”
He laughs with me and asks, “Can we start with the mouth-to-mouth part?”
“Most definitely.” I kiss him passionately, the embers of our attraction still glowing brightly between us. I know if I keep kissing him like this, we’ll have sex a second time. It’s a thought I don’t mind at all.
I climb onto his lap and kiss him silly, until he’s hardening beneath me, and we do it all over again.
26
Caleb is happy. So, so happy.
A happy Caleb, well, heshines. He glows. So bright it almost hurts to look at him.
He reads to me, cooks for me, dances across the living room floor with me. He pets Pip and doesn’t grimace when she slobbers on him.
He sits next to Jenny and me on the couch, watching cheesy horror movies. He laughs when I get scared and bury my face in his shoulder. “You’re the one who picked this movie,” he gently scolds, but doesn’t force me to watch the gory parts.
He touches me constantly. A hand on my thigh under the table at dinner. A kiss stolen on the stairwell. Slipping into my shower in the morning so we can get dirty before we get clean.
And that sex, good grief, it’s earth shattering, the sex we have together. It’s orgasm day, every day. My poor body, having been celibate for so long, doesn’t know what to do with four, sometimes five, climaxes a day. I walk around on rubber legs, a pleasant haze of exhaustion blurring the edges of everything I see.
