Page 8 of Untethered Heart
I inhale through my nose and pull my heavy head back up to look at him. “Yes.”
“Keep your eyes on me while I ruin this pretty pussy.”
The flat of his tongue makes a long languid stroke from my opening and all the way up before he gently sucks on my clit, and I do exactly as I’m told. I keep my eyes on him as he, without a doubt, ruins me.
I’m certain the sounds coming from me could only ever be conjured by the way Caleb owns my body. His tongue and lips explore my throbbing pussy like I’ve never had done before. I struggle to keep my eyes focused, desperate to let my head fall back and surrender to the pleasure he’s awakened, but I won’t risk disappointing him. Every time he looks up to find my eyes still firmly watching him, he moans and devours me even more thoroughly. It’s as if eating me is getting him off as well, and it’s making my body come alive, knowing someone could be so fulfilled by devouring my pleasure.
As he focuses on my clit with his tongue, I feel his fingers rock side to side over my opening, and I struggle not to clamp my thighs around his head. They clench involuntarily, and the hand that was pinning one thigh open snakes under to grip my hip and pull me harder against his mouth. I can feel my legs shaking, a coil of pressure pulling tighter in my stomach, and I want to scream. His fingers start to move at a rapid pace, and my heart beats in sync.
“Flood my tongue, Lex. I want to feel you drip down my chin, knowing I earned this orgasm.”
His previously calm green eyes now look like a raging sea as his fingers twist to push into me, slow and deep. I whimper at their entry, and my fingers grip the sheets, which only fuels his determination to make me come.
“You’re clenching around my fingers so fucking tight. I can’t wait to feel you around my cock next.”
I gasp, and he adjusts his body, pumping his fingers faster. His own moans vibrate against my clit where his mouth stays latched, sucking with intent. I feel like I want to cry. The overwhelming pleasure is so intense, and it needs to escape from somewhere. My breath is deep and guttural, quickening as my stomach contracts. I can feel it coming. I’m ready to spill my obliterated sense of self all over the mattress. When I feel his fingers pick up the pace, his mouth pulls back to allow his tongue to flick in assault.
“Fuck, Siren.”
I don’t know what caused his words. My comprehension of all things has left the building. I’ve never felt so unhinged, so inside and outside of my body at the same time. So capable of reaching these peaks of unrestrained bliss. My limbs are quivering, fighting to contain the impending explosion, but then he switches, and all my defences crumble.
He moves his thumb to press down on my clit, massaging in deliberate circles while he plunges his tongue inside my pussy. Lapping up and down, over and over again, taking me higher until it feels like my heart stops, and the world pauses around me. With my eyes squeezed shut, my body surrenders to Caleb’s command, and I drop my head down to the pillows, crying out as the pleasure of my release emanates like waves through every limb.
Caleb continues his gentle massages as my limbs lie defeated, wet kisses lap at my spent pussy in worship. When mybreathing starts to even out and consciousness seeps into the edges of my reality, I feel as his lips press across my hips, at my belly button, to the swell of my breasts. Caleb’s hand reaches under my back, unclasping my bra and pulling the straps down my arms. I open my eyes to see him staring down at me with hunger. I don’t have long enough to feel self-conscious of his assessment when his hands reach for mine, lacing his fingers between them and clasping them in reassurance. The animal he became moments ago is now replaced with soft touches. Kisses whispered against my heated skin. His mouth closing over my nipple, gently tugging, making me realise I don’t want to be done yet. It’s a new and welcome feeling.
His legs are nestled between mine, still wearing his suit pants. I wrap my legs around his lower back, and I can feel my bare and overworked pussy slide with residual wetness against his stomach. I move against him, working myself back up. I want to feel him inside me the next time I finish. The prospect exhilarates me. He pulls off from where he’s lazily caressing my nipple with his tongue to look at me.
He licks his lips slowly. “You’re too sweet for me, baby.”
My legs writhe around him, causing him to chuckle at my desperation.
“So needy. You’ll make me addicted to giving you what you want. That’s dangerous for a man like me.”
His eyes are narrowed, like he’s trying to figure out some sordid plan I have for his demise. But all I’m planning on is how to get him to make me come one more time. I pull at his hands, locked in my own, encouraging him to move up, and he obliges.
“Fuck it, I’ll just be addicted toyou,” he says before leaving a bruising kiss on my lips. He extracts himself from the vice grip I had on his hands, pulling off the bed to finish undressing.
He’s standing in all his naked glory, a satisfied smirk on his face as he notices me take him in. His rounded shoulders that were so smooth and warm under my knees when he devouredme, down to his full biceps and veiny forearms. His sculpted chest is puffed with pride, a silver chain hangs around his neck, and his abs look carved from stone. He must spend some time in the gym to earn this kind of body. I follow the ridges as they lead me down to those notorious V lines, and I’m quite certain I just felt drool run down my chin, but I can’t check because holy hotdog, is this man packing.
“Is that mouth open with invitation?”
I snap it closed, rolling my lips together as heat fills my cheeks at being caught ogling. He chuckles and walks over to the window where his vest landed earlier and retrieves a condom. He stalks back over to the bed, keeping his eyes fixed on mine as he tears the foil between his teeth. With one knee on the bed, he pauses and rolls the latex down his length before creeping up the span of my body.
It feels like little sparks are dancing all over my skin as his scorching body covers mine, his forearms resting on either side of my head. I trail my fingers over his waist and up the middle of his back, making him hiss as they find their way into the disarray of chestnut waves. Pulling down on his head, I coax him to kiss me again. I need to feel that reassurance they give me. That innate feeling of safety, the feeling of his lips on mine, is like a silent promise that he’s here with me in this. Like we’ve both finally found a place where we belong, but we don’t know what that place is. It’s overwhelming in a way that makes me want to push it away and pull it closer all at once.
When he finally meets my lips, it’s not hurried and feverish like before. It’s filled with purpose, meant to claim and conquer. His tongue darts out, tracing the seam of my lips, coaxing me to part them and let him in, and I do so willingly. His tongue explores mine, tangling against each other in a familiar dance, like we’ve done this a hundred times, to the point that I feel my eyes well up behind my closed eyelids at the beauty of emotions it evokes.
I feel the back of his hand as it traces down my shoulder, knuckles brushing against my arm as they seek out my leg. Hooking under my knee, he opens me further to him and wraps it behind his back, allowing his cock to sit fully against my entrance. Unabashed moans fill the room as we both surrender to the sensation.
“This is going to be quicker than I like. But damn, you got me so worked up letting me feast on your delicious pussy before, I almost came in my fucking pants just hearing you.”
“Caleb.” I whisper his name on a broken breath.
“Oh, fuck.” He moves against me, rubbing his cock through my wetness, grinding harder as the base reaches my clit.
He continues kissing me through his relentless pursuit of scrambling my brain of any cognizant thought. My breath hitches when he hits my entrance, unprepared for contact. I know that’s where we were leading, but my brain wasn’t ready, or maybe it was my heart? I don’t think he was expecting it either, with the way he breaks our kiss to look down at where we’re joined together.
With a maddening pace, he defies the laws of reason and slowly stretches me as he pushes in. With every inch he invades, his groan gets deeper and louder before it breaks in a disbelieving moan as I feel him seated to the hilt inside of me.
