Page 67 of Goodbye Paradise
I bent forward, like he asked me to. That put my ass in contact with his groin, where I could feel a nice, rigid dick inside his jeans. Slowly, he flexed his hips, pressing hard, letting me know exactly what was about to happen.
I was already looking forward to it.
Caleb rustled around for a second, removing something from his pocket. I swear, when I heard the telltale sound of the lube bottle opening, I got even harder. He must have been planning this. He must have been thinking about it all day.
He set the little bottle on the counter, and then two things happened at once. His lips landed on the back of my neck, and a warm, slicked palm came around my hip to slide up the underside of my dick.
“Mmm,” I murmured. I’d never stood naked in the middle of a room before, getting sexed up by Caleb. Even though the risk of getting caught was nearly zero—Daniel would be holding his baby daughter right now, and having a beer with the wife he hadn’t seen all day — it felt very, very naughty. I leaned into Caleb’s hand, gently rubbing myself in his palm, and enjoying the hard press of his crotch behind me.
“That’s right,” he whispered in my ear. “We’re going to break our new place in. I’m going to fuck you so good. Spread for me.”
The words made me shiver with pleasure. Quickly, I worked my legs a bit wider, opening myself to him.
His hand retreated. When I next felt it again, that slicked hand was rubbing my crease, massaging my taint in the most wonderful way. One thick finger paused at my entrance, promising more than delivering penetration.
I held my breath.
A strong arm came around me, teasing my dick at the exact moment that finger pushed inside. The double assault made me gasp with pleasure. Tipping my head back, I pressed back against Caleb’s hand, eager for more.
“Easy,” he whispered. “It’s been a while since we did this. We have to take it slow.”
But slow wasn’t good enough for me. The burn I was feeling was mild, and the excitement was not. Moaning, I forced myself backward, fucking myself on Caleb’s finger.
“So eager,” Caleb whispered. “All right.” His hand disappeared for a second, and I heard him apply more lube. Then two fingers pushed inside me.Yessss. But still, Caleb teased me. He stretched me and kissed my neck, but he didn’t deliver the erotic touch that I craved.
“Please,” I whispered, trying to push back against him. “Please.”
“There’s something you want?” he chuckled.
“You,” I panted. “Want you.”
“Where do you want me?” he asked between kisses. “Here?” He slid his fist up and down my dick, and it felt so good. But that wasn’t what I really craved, and he knew it. “How about… here,” he suggested, finally stretching his fingers inside me, curving them to hit my spot.
I gave a shout of joy. It was so good. So good, yet not quite enough. “Fuck me,” I hissed. “Please.”
“Since you asked so nice,” he whispered, “I think I will.”
He worked me open for a few minutes longer. Then both his hands deserted me for a moment. The clink of his zipper unfurling was the best sound I’d heard in my lifetime. The fact that he was still clothed and I was standing there stark naked was strangely exciting. But there was only a faint rustle as he shoved his jeans down onto his hips. Then strong hands roughly positioned my hips.
Then he pushed inside.
It was, as always, weird and overwhelming. My breath caught in my throat. I tilted my head back, remembered to breathe again, and slowly let out my air.
Caleb’s voice dropped low, and he said only one, soft word. “Okay?”
There it was. That one sweet moment of concern. The one that told me that no matter how bossy he was when we got naked, I was always safe with him. That he would always take care of me if I needed him to.
Knowing that, and the feel of his big body jammed against mine, into mine, all around mine — brought tears to my eyes. I took one more deep breath against the assault of emotion. Then I pushed my ass backward.Take me, I begged with my hips.I’m yours.
With a happy growl, Caleb pressed his hands down over mine, where they lay on the counter, effectively holding me in place. He pulled back, then gave me a slow, purposeful thrust.
My knees practically buckled from the intensity of the experience. This forbidden thing we did together was so dear to me. The feeling of my lover’s hard cock pushing inside me was all I wanted.
His hips set a demanding rhythm, and his hands curled over mine. It was possessive. I loved that. With a grunt, he canted me further over, which changed his angle. And, ohhhhh. There it was. Now each stroke hit my spot.
“Yeah,” I began to pant. “Caleb.”
“Louder,” he demanded. “Tell me what you want.”
