Page 82 of Bittersweet Legacy

He brushed his lips down my neck and grabbed my bra strap between his teeth, pulling it down.

“It needs to go,” he growled against my throat.

I arched my back in a silent invitation to unhook my bra.

Once it was on the floor with the rest of my clothes, Caleb stood at the bottom of the bed detailing me, my nipples puckered under the heat of his eyes.

I smiled at him tentatively, trying to show much more bravado than I felt.

I held my breath as he reached for his belt, undoing his pants, his eyes never leaving mine.

He pulled them down along with his boxers only keeping on his white button-down shirt.

I looked down and couldn’t help the dread that settled in my stomach at the size of his penis. I was far from an expert but I’d touched myself, I’d worn tampons – I knew how tight I was and what he was sporting was a force to be reckoned with. I doubted our odds to make it fit.

“Don’t worry Esmeralda,” Caleb soothed, probably seeing the fear so blatant on my face, “it’s going to be fine.” He crawled onto the bed beside me and started to kiss my breast, his erection pressing against my leg, making it impossible to forget what was going to be in me soon.

He pulled my nipple in his mouth and sucked it; I buried my hand in his hair. The sensation was almost as intense as when he was between my legs.

“I never thought I was a boob man,” he whispered, blowing on my nipple, making it even tighter, “but yours…” He bit it gently. “They are absolutely perfect.”

I blushed as he showered both my breasts with his attention. I’d developed early and having a D cup had been an impediment in sport and caused much unwanted attention, but right now, with the way he worshipped them, I was happy with their size.

Much to my regret, Caleb stopped kissing my breasts and rolled on top of me, his hot member against my lower belly.

I slid my hands under his shirt but I barely had a chance to feel his back before he grabbed my hands and held them by the wrists above my head.

“No,” he rocked his hips, rubbing his length against my clit, spreading warmth all over my body. “The shirt stays,” he added, rocking his hips twice in quick succession, almost making me come again.

“Okay, fine just -” I shook my head, I was so aroused I felt I was about to lose my sanity.

“Just what?”

I shook my head again. “I don’t know, I don’t know.”

“I won’t lie, Esmeralda; it’s going to hurt, but I’ll do my best to ease the pain.” He supported himself on his forearm and rubbed himself against my wet heat.

I felt him push gently. “Wait!”

He froze, meeting my eyes with an eyebrow arched quizzically.

“Condom.”

He frowned. “Why?”

“I’m obviously not on the pill and you said you always wrap it up.”

“Yes, I don’t know where they’ve been and I don’t want them popping out illegitimate Astors and getting alimony because they got laid.” He leaned down and grabbed my bottom lip between his teeth and sucked on it, nudging at my entrance again. He let my lip pop out soundly. “I know you’ve never been anywhere, and” he shrugged one shoulder “Having a little Astor running around wouldn't be the end of the world.”

I rested my hand against his jaw. “Please Caleb, I can’t be the pregnant bride, please.” I begged, looking at him with a tenderness I didn’t have to fake. I also couldn’t afford a baby in my escape plan.

He detailed me for a few seconds before letting out a sigh of resignation. “Alright.” He rolled off me, reached into his night table and was back on top of me all wrapped up. He clearly had experience.

He settled between my legs again and pushed against my entrance. I gasped as he breached me.

“Just breathe,” he whispered pushing it slowly, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

It was not as bad as I expected, I was just feeling…. uncomfortably full. It seemed he had been pushing in forever he had to be all in now, right?

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