Page 54 of Hate the One You're With
She nodded, her voice soft. “Yeah . . . I want this. I want you.”
I smiled, leaning in to kiss her gently, slowly, letting her feel how much I meant those words. As I slid the straps down her arms, I kissed the newly exposed skin, hearing her breath catch as I took my time, savoring every inch of her. When her bra finally joined the sweatshirt on the floor, I pulled back just enough to take her in.
She looked up at me, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her skin flushed with a mix of anticipation and desire. I couldn’t resist—my hands cupped her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. Her eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping her lips, and it was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.
“Do you like that?” I murmured, my voice low, teasing as I continued to stroke her. “Does it feel good, baby?”
Her eyes opened slowly, dark with need, and she nodded, her lips parting as another moan slipped out. “Yes . . . it feels so good,” she whispered, her voice breathless.
I grinned, leaning down to kiss her neck, then lower, trailing my lips down to the curve of her breast. “Have I ever told you that you sound so pretty when you moan like that?” I teased, my mouth hovering just above her nipple, my breath warm against her sensitive skin. “I want to hear more. Give me more, baby. Show me with your mouth how good I make you feel.”
She arched into me, her hands sliding up my arms, her fingers digging into my shoulders as if she needed something to hold onto. I flicked my tongue over her nipple, watching as she gasped, her body trembling under my touch. I took my time, teasing her, my tongue and lips lavishing attention on herbreasts, until she was writhing beneath me, soft whimpers and moans filling the room.
“Caleb . . . Cal—” she breathed out, her voice laced with desperation, “please . . .”
I pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes, loving the way she was so open, so responsive. “Tell me what you want, baby,” I whispered, my hands continuing their gentle caresses. “I want to give it to you.”
Her eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and trust. “I want you,” she said softly, her voice trembling. “I need you.”
Her words sent a thrill straight through me, and I couldn’t resist kissing her again, deeper this time, my hands continuing to explore her body, memorizing every curve, every reaction. I wanted to take my time, to savor the way she responded to me, the way she trembled under my touch, the way she moaned my name like it was the only thing she could think of.
“You’re perfect,” I murmured against her lips, my heart swelling with emotion as I kissed her again. “And I’m going to show you just how much I like you, how much I appreciate you giving me this gift. How hard I’m falling in love with you.”
I could see the emotion in her eyes—trust, vulnerability, and something deeper that made my chest tighten with a mix of desire and tenderness. It was like she was letting me see the very core of her, and it made my heart ache in the best possible way.
I kissed her again, this time more gently, my hands moving to the waistband of her panties. “Let’s get these off,” I whispered, my voice rough with need, but also with the care I wanted to show her. I hooked my fingers into the waistband,slowly, carefully sliding them down her hips, taking my time to savor the moment.
As I pulled her panties down, inch by inch, I let my lips follow the path of the fabric, feathering kisses over her hips, her thighs, her knees, until I reached her ankles. She shivered, a soft moan escaping her lips as I took my time, letting my hands and mouth worship her, adore her.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I whispered, my breath warm against her skin as I kissed her inner thigh, just above her knee. “I’ve wanted this for so long. I’ve wanted to take my time with you, to explore every inch of you, to worship you like you deserve.”
Her fingers tangled in my hair, her body arching into my touch as I continued to kiss my way back up, moving slowly, reverently, as if she were something sacred. “I want to make you feel so good, Em,” I murmured, my lips brushing over her sensitive skin, feeling her tremble beneath me. “I want to make you come apart in my arms, to hear you moan my name, to watch you lose yourself in me.”
I kissed her hip, my hands sliding up her sides, my thumbs brushing over her ribs as I moved closer, letting her feel how much I wanted her, how much I needed her.
“And when you’re ready,” I whispered, my lips just a breath away from hers, “I want to be inside you, to feel you wrapped around me, to make you mine in every way.”
She moaned softly, her body responding to every word, every touch, as if she were already losing herself in the sensations. “Cal . . . Please.”
I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, seeing the raw desire and vulnerability there, and it nearly undid me. Myhand slid down her side, fingertips grazing her hip as I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against her ear. “Are you aching, baby?” I whispered, my voice low and rough with desire. “You want me to make you feel better?”
She nodded, her breath catching in her throat, her voice barely a whisper. “Yes . . . please. Make it feel better.”
A slow grin spread across my face as I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against her ear. “You want me to kiss it better?” I asked, letting the words hang in the air as her nod sent a thrill straight through me. But I wanted more. I wanted to hear her say it. “Say it, Em. Say you want my mouth on your cunt. I want to hear you beg for it, baby.”
She hesitated for just a moment, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal, but the need in her eyes won out. “I want your mouth on me,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Please . . . make me feel better.”
I tsk, a sly smile tugging at my lips. “You want my mouth where, Em? Say the word, baby,” I coax, enjoying the way her blush deepens. There’s something irresistible about pushing her to the edge of her comfort zone, making her say exactly what she wants.
Her fingers tighten on my arm, and she takes a shaky breath, the tension between us crackling. Finally, she meets my gaze, her eyes dark with desire. “My cunt,” she says, her voice stronger now, bolder. “I want your mouth on my cunt. I want you to suck me until I’m shaking, until I can’t think of anything but how good it feels.”
Her words hit me like a jolt, the raw honesty of them making my pulse quicken. There’s nothing more intoxicatingthan hearing her like this—completely open, vulnerable, and yet demanding exactly what she wants.
“That’s my girl,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “You’re so fucking perfect. I’m going to make you feel so good, baby. I’m going to make you scream.”
My hands gently urged her thighs apart as I moved down her body, positioning myself between her legs. I could see the slickness on her inner thighs, the way her body was already responding to me, and it made my cock throb with anticipation.
I kissed the inside of her thigh, slowly, deliberately, my lips brushing over her soft skin, savoring the taste of her. “I’m going to lick you dry,” I murmured, my breath hot against her most sensitive spot. “I’m going to make you come so hard, make that little cunt of yours ready to fit my cock. My cock is throbbing with anticipation.”
