His eyes never leave mine as he leans forward, drawing my bottom lip between his teeth. As if in unison, our hands move as one, both of us pulling at the other's remaining clothing. We only stop when they’re in a pile at our feet, leaving our uneven breathing filling the air.
I reach for Caleb, his swollen cock standing proud against his stomach.
“No more waiting…. Now,” I say.
My core throbbing, almost painfully, with a need to be filled.
“Impatient for my cock, little dancer?” he asks, and I growl.
His cock twitches at the sound. I’m not the only one desperate.
“Not until you’re ready and begging,” he adds.
The damn man is confident. He wags a finger at me, stepping out of reach. Using his hands to spread my legs. His eyes drop to the bare, glistening lips of my swollen pussy.
He trails a finger along my slit, humming in delight as he finds me wet and needy. His eyes clash with mine as he slides first one, then on the outward draw, a second finger into me, twisting and stretching my entrance before curling against that magic spot on my front wall. I moan as my hips dart off the table, my hands gripping his shoulders as I ride his hand. My muscles clench as his thumb strokes my clit, sending spikes of pleasure flooding through my body.
“Damn it, Cal,” I moan, as he works my body.
His mouth drops to my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin beneath my ear, while his fingers and thumb play me like a finely tuned instrument.
Cal moans as the sound of his finger-fucking echoes around the room.
My desire leaks out onto my thighs as his fingers continue their assault. I bite down on my bottom lip.
Catching the move, Caleb moves his other hand to free the abused skin, running his thumb over my lip before I suck it into my mouth.
He steps closer, withdrawing his fingers and using them to explore my dripping pussy, his thumb deep in my mouth. I suck down hard on his digit, his eyes moving to mine. Ourgazes lock as my body moves of its own accord, my hips rocking, wanting… desperate for more.
I drop a hand between us, capturing the warm, silky skin of his cock in my fingers. His eyes close for a second, his expression strained.
I spread my legs wider, baring down as the telltale pressure grows between my legs.
“Caleb, please,” I beg.
“What do you need?” he asks, his eyes once again on mine. “Is this it,” He inserts one, then a second finger, pumping in and out.
“Ahh yes,” I moan, my head dropping back when he adds a third, thick finger. My body explodes at the invasion. Pulling him in, my muscles milking his digits for all it can.
Caleb’s mouth captures mine as I ride my orgasm, his fingers continuing to move until I pull his hand away, unable to take anymore.
He grins at me, and I scowl. Two can play that game.
“It’s my turn, Mr Frazer.”
Before he can stop me, I drop off the table and onto my knees, my eyes never leaving his. I clasp his cock in my hand, my tongue darting out to capture the pre-cum that has moistened the end.
His hands come off my head, sinking into my hair. His eyes closing briefly as I suck him down, running my tongue over the underside of his cock, a shudder racking his body.
He opens his eyes. The look I see there is one of pure desire… lust is a powerful thing.
Why can’t we enjoy each other’s bodies?
We’re consenting adults. It doesn’t need to be complicated. I draw him deep into my mouth, savouring the moan that echoes around us. Before I know what is happening, Caleb’s hands are under my arms, and he’s lifting me. Turning me around, spreading my hands on the table.
“Don’t move,” he says against my ear, his front pressing into my back, his cock nestled against my ass.
Before I can blink, he’s gone, disappearing into the kitchen.