Page 32 of Under Her Skin

Breathing deep, I open the door, heading to the window, not bothering with the lights. I stand there and I wait. The anticipation increases my need. I look up to see he flicked on the hall light on his way up. I watch his silhouette hit the room. Crossing my arms, Cal joins me, wrapping me up in his arms, gently kissing my head.

“About tonight. I-”

“Cal can you unzip me?” He stills. Ever so slowly, the heat of his hand around my waist moves. Sliding my hair to the side, he gently lifts and unzips the dress. Pulling the straps off, I let it fall, leaving me in black lace lingerie and heels.

Turning to face him, his arms fall limply to his side. Our chests brushing with each breath. I let the heat of my gaze land on his, hoping to convey my want. Steeling myself, lowering the guards that I built around my heart, I open up to him. His breath stutters as he notices that I have let him in, wrapping my arms around his neck. Pulling him to me, I kiss his stern lips with the barest of a kiss and whisper against them. “Please,” I murmur.

His body jerks; those tiny words unleash his beast. Cal grabs me, slamming me into his hard, strong body. Hands travel in opposite directions, one latching on my ass and giving it a firm hard squeeze while the other reaches behind my neck. His thumb hooks my chin, forcing me to peer into his eyes. Passion flares hot and heavy.

“Be sure,” he rumbles, the vibration tightening my nipples. The intensity swirling in his cerulean blues only brings forth another gush of wetness to soak my panties.

I need this.

He needs this.

We need this.

Staring him down, biting my lip hoping to hold back the smirk that wants to bloom, I nod at him. Leaning down, he takes my mouth, devouring me. Mapping me. His hands glide over every bit of exposed skin, slowly traveling closer and closer to my breasts.

Spinning me and backing me up until my legs hit the bed, we flop down. Grabbing my wrists, he pins them to the bed. Huffing, he pulls back and growls, “Leave them there.” Nodding, I intertwine my fingers and hold on to the blanket.

Leaning back, he quickly and efficiently rips his clothes from his body, leaving him bare. He’s an Adonis - rippling muscles, and a hard, thick cock with a shining tip. I lick my lips. I know what he tastes like. It takes everything within me to not jump up from my prone position and swallow as much of his throbbing cock as I could. I’d eat and lick him up like my favorite ice cream. But I don’t move. Why? Only because Cal demanded that I not move.

It's hotter this way; the desire is building with this teasing game.

Prowling towards me, he climbs the bed as though he is a predator who has sought and found his prey. I wonder what wicked things are flying through his mind. His face is tight with lust and his eyes are an inferno of need. Leaning down, his mouth traces its way from my mouth to the corner of my jaw, placing soft kisses as he goes. Arching my neck, giving him more access, I feel his tongue gliding down the tendon on my neck.

I moan as his teeth sink into the juncture of my neck, marking me as his. My back arches wanting more, needing more. Thankfully, he doesn't stop his journey south. He nips and licks his way to my breasts. Cupping them, he massages them, alternating between my taunt nipples. He places open mouth kisses along my breast until it's right over my nipple, which he sucks into his warm mouth. The suction is almost to the point of pain, making me groan with need. Cal sucks hard on my nipple, then slowly releases it. A jolt of pleasure hits my clit as he bites down, the sensation sending more wetness to dampen my thighs.

Desperate for relief, I seek out something, anything to put pressure on my clit, only to realize Cal has his legs between mine, opening me up to him. A whine of neediness slips between my swollen lips.

Cal chuckles and comes back up for another taste, licking my lips. He nips at them before taking my mouth again. “You need relief,” he murmurs against my lips.

Nodding at his words, a whiny plea slips out. “Cal, I need you.”

“No, baby. I need a taste. You can hold out, can’t you?” His commanding tone makes me want to comply with his wishes as he slides down my body, biting and licking until he gets to the junction of my hips. Kissing each hip bone, he looks up at me to pleasure and neediness that clouds my eyes.

But he waits. He is allowing me the control I didn’t have for so long, and with that, I want to cry out in victory. Instead, I dip my head, giving my physical consent. A smirk hits his lips as he growls his triumph, fisting the crotch of my soaking lace panties and ripping them from my body.

Sinking down, Cal puts his face right against my pussy. He breathes me in and groans in satisfaction as my sweet, musky wetness crawls over his senses. Cal wraps his arms around each leg, pinning me to him and pulling me wide open. Puffs of hot air hit my exposed pussy once, twice, before I feel his tongue swipe from my opening to the tip of my clit.

Sucking my clit into his mouth, he ravishes my pussy, lapping at me until I’m squirming with the urgency to find relief. Nothing helps. His tongue is feather light as he takes his time.

Savoring me.

Learning me.

But my urge to climax is strong, which makes me want to grab his hair, shove his face in my pussy and ride his face to release. I clench harder at the bedding to stop it from happening. He told me not to move and, damn it, I want to listen to him.

A writhing mess, I resort to begging. “P-please…” I moan as he sucks my clit back into his mouth. “I-I-I need-” Breaths come out in heavy pants as his finger slips inside and hooks, gliding over my g-spot. “Cal,” I breathe.

God damn it. It feels so good. My body is tighter than a bow. The tingles of rapture fire along my body as my back arches further and further, hoping and needing the pleasure I seek, but being denied.

He continues to lick me as though I was the sweetest dish that has ever laid before him, and he can’t bear to leave a single speck of it left.

I love it.

It sends shivers of pleasure sparking rapidly across my nerve endings. My hips rock up and down, desperately grinding against his tongue and face. As I rock more and more, his tongue moves back each time, so that the pressure of his licks are the same no matter what I do. Frustration builds alongside pleasure.

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