Page 14 of His Wild Desire

The sight of him, so hard and ready for me, sparks a fresh flame of desire deep within my core. I sit up, my body still humming with the aftershocks of my orgasm, and reach for him, my fingers wrapping around his velvety soft shaft.

He groans at my touch, his hips bucking forward, and I marvel at the power I wield, the ability to bring this strong, rugged man to the brink of his control. I pump my hand up and down his length, my thumb swirling over the bead of precum that glistens on his crown.

"Fuck," he hisses through clenched teeth, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "You're gonna make me come just like that."

Emboldened by his words, I lean forward, my tongue flicking out to taste him. His flavor, musky and salty, ignites a primal need within me, and I take him into my mouth, my lips stretching to accommodate his girth.

Caleb's guttural groan is music to my ears as I bob my head up and down, my tongue swirling and teasing, driving him wild with need. But just as I'm settling into a rhythm, he stops me, his hands fisting in my hair as he gently but firmly pulls me away.

"Not yet," he murmurs, his voice a low, rumbling growl that resonates deep within me. "I need to be inside you. Now."

With a swift, fluid motion, he turns me around, positioning me on my hands and knees so that my ass is in the air, on full display for his hungry gaze. He palms my cheeks roughly, spreading me for him as his cock presses against my entrance.

Then, with one smooth, powerful thrust, he sheaths himself inside me.

I cry out at the sensation, the stretch and the fullness, as he fills me completely. He stills for a moment, allowing me to adjust to his size, his hand sliding up my back to my neck, pulling me up to kiss me.

“This pussy is mine,” he says against my parted lips. “This ass. These tits. This impertinent mouth. Mine.”

“Yes,” I breathe. “Yours.”

Seeming to accept my surrender, Caleb's hips snap forward in a slow, powerful rhythm that has me falling back to all fours and keening with bone-deep fulfillment.

His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he takes me, his thighs slapping against mine, the sound of our flesh meeting echoing through the cabin. The heat of our bodies mingles, creating a slick, delicious friction, and I know it won't be long before I'm soaring again.

He slides one hand around to my clit, his fingers teasing and circling, and I buck beneath him, a strangled cry torn from my throat as I meet him thrust for thrust.

"Let go for me, darlin'," he rasps, the roughness of his tone a sinful caress. "I've got you."

Caleb's thumb presses down on my clit, the sharp, intense sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. I can feel him swelling inside me, his cock growing even harder, and I know that he's close, that he's teetering on the edge of his own release.

But I can’t hold back. I cry out as the orgasm wracks my body, my vision going black as Caleb continues to move inside me, his cock gliding in and out of my slick, pulsing channel.

"Fuck, I’m gonna come," he groans, his voice strained, his hips slamming against mine.

The thought sends a fresh surge of pleasure through me, and I clench around him, my body milking him for all he's worth.

And with a final, powerful thrust, he stills, his cock buried deep inside me as he comes, his release echoed by a guttural, primal roar that fills the cabin.

Caleb's body shudders against mine as the last of his release leaves him, and he slumps forward, his arms wrapping around me. His warm breath fans against my neck, and I can feel his heartbeat's steady, calming rhythm against my back.

When I finally turn in his arms to face him, I find Caleb gazing at me with an expression of such naked awe and reverence that it nearly steals my breath all over again. He brushes a knuckle along my jaw, his touch infinitely gentle despite those rough callouses.

"You okay?" he rumbles, the gravelly timbre laced with unmistakable tenderness that has my heart constricting.

"Yeah," I breathe in a hushed whisper. "Better than okay."

His lips quirk in a faint, lopsided smile before dipping down to brush over mine in the barest ghost of a kiss, achingly sweet. When he moves to roll off me, I tighten my arms around those broad shoulders with a protesting hum.

"Stay," I murmur against his kiss-swollen mouth, unwilling to surrender this cocoon of shared body heat quite yet.

Caleb's answering chuckle is a deep, rumbling baritone that vibrates straight through to my bones. "Yes, ma'am," he acquiesces, shifting just enough to settle me against his chest.

With a contented sigh, I tuck my face into the warm hollow of his throat and simply breathe him in—pine and wood smoke and man. Caleb's fingers trail in idle patterns along the dip of my spine, raising delicious shivers that have nothing to do with chill.

We lay there for long, languid moments, our mingled breaths evening out in the intimate stillness. Outside, the first golden rays of dawn have crested over the rugged peaks, bathing the little cabin in a warm, hazy glow.

It feels almost dreamlike, this perfect slice of serenity.

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