Page 44 of Diving In

The sensation of his fingertips gliding over my body was everything I thought it’d be and more. His fingers leisurely traced down my stomach and around my belly button, and I shivered as he inched closer to where I needed him to be. Wishing he’d move faster, I arched my back, the stirring between my legs becoming unbearable.

“Cal,”I whimpered, opening my eyes only to see him staring back at me with nothing but thirst in his eyes.

He took a small step back, his eyes grazing me up and down as his tongue traced his upper lip. “My god, you’re fucking beautiful.”

I pushed away from the wall, needing to be closer to him.

“Please,Cal,” I begged against his neck.

His lips started with my mouth and then traveled down my neck. He stopped again, looking up at me with a fire lit in his eyes, and grinned. “You like that?”

His hands pushed me backward until I was touching the wooden desk that sat in the corner of my room.

He slowly kissed his way down my body, tugging at the waistband of my leggings before placing me on the desk.

“There. Perfect.” He smirked, and apparently pleased with my current position on the edge of the desk, he continued.

Thank god.

He peeled off my leggings at a snail’s pace, tossing them to the floor, never taking his eyes off me. He dropped to his knees, and if that sight alone wasn’t enough to push me over the edge, his mouth was consuming me in an instant. I panted, throwing my head back, one hand gripping his hair, the other clinging to the side of the desk.

“Oh, fuck,”I whispered just as his fingers plunged inside.

“Goddamn, you’re sofuckingwet for me.” His voice was overcome with need, vibrating against my core with every syllable.

I felt myself building but I didn’t want it to be over yet, so I pushed his head back.

Looking up at me and licking his lips, he demanded, “Don’t you dare stop me. I’ve waited too long for this.”

“But I don’t want to finish yet,” I begged.

“Who said you can only come once?” His eyes smoldered up at me just as he dove back in, this time paying extra attention to all the right spots. The movements of his tongue sent me spiraling and I felt myself on the edge of pure bliss.

“Fuck, Cal,please don’t stop.

“You taste even better than I thought you would.”

I felt it building, growing, expanding inside me, and even as I realized that I’d lost full control, I wanted nothing more than to fully embrace it. My entire body tensed in pure fucking ecstasy, leaving me feeling high as my body relaxed and I came back down to earth.

Peering down and seeing Cal staring back at me was one of the sexiest things I’d ever borne witness to. I desperately wanted it to be my turn. I wanted to make him feel that same euphoria that he’d so generously given to me.

“My turn.” I smirked, making sure to bite my lip. Cal stood, placing both of his hands on either side of my legs.

“Who said I was done?” he asked with a look that promised satisfaction.

His mouth took over mine, engulfing me in another kiss, something I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of.

I was baffled that this man had just taken me to another world and still planned on pleasing me again, feeding my needs before ever addressing his own. This time, he went about things in a different way—softer, more affectionate. Clutching me, he placed soft kisses all over my body as we stumbled backward before knocking into the bed.

He started working on his faded T-shirt, but I grabbed his hands, stopping him. I wantedto do that.

“Let me,” I demanded.

I took his shirt in both hands and pulled it over his head, tossing it to the floor. Next were his jeans—the same ones that I’d admired for way too long the other day. My palms were sweaty, and I was feeling both excited and anxious that it was now my turn to see what he was hiding.

I undid the button to his pants, taking my sweet ass time despite the fact that I could feel Cal’s growing desire just beneath. Unzipping his jeans, I maneuvered them down his legs, taking my time to admire all of him. I had definitely pegged him as a boxers man and was shocked when my efforts revealed he was a briefs guy. I wasn’t complaining, because with the black briefs came a perfect outline of what I was getting myself into, and let’s just say there were absolutely no objections on my end.

I stood up, and in one swift move, he pressed my body against his.

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