Page 55 of Hate the One You're With
She gasped, her hands tangling in the sheets as I moved closer, my mouth hovering just inches from her pussy. I could feel the heat radiating from her, the way her body trembled with need. “I want to hear you scream my name,” I continued, my voice thick with desire. “I’m going to make you mine, Em. Every single inch of you will be mine.”
With that, I pressed my mouth against her, my tongue sliding between her folds, tasting her. The first touch was electric, sending a shockwave through both of us. She moaned loudly, her hips bucking involuntarily as I licked her slowly, teasing her, drawing out her pleasure. I took my time, savoring every whimper, every gasp, the way her body responded to me.
I flicked my tongue over her clit, feeling her body tense beneath me, her moans growing louder, more desperate. “Youtaste so fucking good,” I murmured against her, my voice a low growl. “I could do this all night, baby. Make you come over and over again.”
Her hands found their way to my hair, tugging lightly as she tried to pull me closer, needing more. “Caleb . . .” she gasped, her voice broken with need. “Please, don’t stop.”
I didn’t need any more encouragement. I doubled down, my tongue circling her clit before sucking it into my mouth, my fingers teasing her entrance, feeling how wet and ready she was. “You’re so fucking wet for me,” I said, my voice thick with lust. “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you? You’re going to come so hard, and then I’m going to fuck you, baby. I’m going to make you mine.”
She was close, I could feel it in the way her body tightened, the way her breathing grew ragged. I kept my pace steady, relentless, my tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony to push her over the edge. I could feel her legs starting to tremble, her hips rocking against my mouth as she chased her release.
“Let go, baby,” I urged, my voice a dark promise. “Come for me, Em. I want to feel you come on my tongue.”
With a cry, she shattered, her body convulsing as she came, her slick heat flooding my mouth. I didn’t stop, didn’t let up for a second, prolonging her orgasm as I licked her clean, savoring every drop. Her moans filled the room, and I reveled in the sound, knowing I was the one who made her feel this way.
As her climax began to subside, I slowed my movements, gently easing her down from the high. I kissed her inner thighs, her hips, savoring the way her body shivered under my touch, before finally pulling back to look up at her. She waspanting, her chest heaving, her skin flushed with satisfaction, her eyes heavy-lidded and filled with the afterglow of her release. But I wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot.
I grinned, a surge of pride swelling in my chest. I did that. I made her come undone, made her feel this good, and it fueled the fire burning inside me. “You look so fucking beautiful like this,” I murmured, my voice rough with desire. “I love seeing you like this, knowing I’m the one who made you feel so good.”
Her breath caught at my words, and I could see the spark reigniting in her eyes, the hunger that hadn’t been fully sated. I shifted slightly, letting her see just how hard I was, my erection straining against my boxers, aching to be inside her. “Do you want me to be inside you, Em?” I asked, my voice low and thick with need. “I want you so bad, but if you’re not ready, I’ll wait. I’ll do whatever you need.”
Her gaze dropped to where I was throbbing for her, and I saw the way her eyes darkened, her lips parting in a soft gasp. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. “I want you, Caleb. I’m ready.”
That was all I needed to hear. I stood up slowly, letting her watch as I undressed, my eyes never leaving hers. I could feel her gaze on me, the way her breath quickened as I stripped off my shirt, then my pants, until I was left in nothing but my boxers. I hooked my fingers into the waistband, sliding them down slowly, letting my hard length spring free. Her eyes widened, her cheeks flushing as she took in the sight of me.
I palmed myself, wrapping my fingers around my cock, feeling the weight of it, the heat. My thumb brushed over the slick tip, gathering the precum that had already started tobead there. Her eyes stayed locked on every movement, her breath coming in soft, shaky gasps. I brought my thumb to her lips, gently pressing until she opened her mouth, tasting me.
“Good girl,” I murmured, watching as she licked her lips, her gaze heavy with desire. “Next time, it’ll be your mouth that I’ll fuck. But right now, I want you to taste me and you control the pace.”
I guided my length to her mouth, watching as she took me in, her lips wrapping around the head, her tongue swirling around the tip. The sight of her like this, so eager, so hungry, made me groan, and I had to fight the urge to thrust deeper, to lose myself in the warmth of her mouth.
“Just like that,” I whispered, my voice rough as I stroked her hair, my other hand gripping the base of my cock. “Taste me, baby. Let me feel that pretty mouth of yours—just with the tip. Don’t be greedy. I’ll teach you more later. You’ll learn to suck cock and beg for it soon.”
Her eyes fluttered closed as she obeyed, her lips working just the tip, and the restraint it took not to thrust into her warmth was almost unbearable. The way she looked up at me, so willing, so eager to please, sent a fresh wave of heat through me, tightening the coil of desire in my gut.
When I couldn’t take it any longer, I reluctantly pulled back, her mouth leaving me with a soft, wet sound that made me nearly lose control. I reached down into the pocket of my pants, which were crumpled on the floor beside us, and pulled out a condom, tearing it open, her eyes dark with anticipation.
“I’m going to make you mine, Em,” I said, rolling the condom on, my hands trembling slightly with the anticipationof what was to come. “But I’ll take it slow. I want you to feel every inch of me.”
She nodded, her eyes locked on mine, her body already shifting, opening for me, inviting me in. I moved over her, positioning myself between her legs, my cock brushing against her slick entrance. The heat of her made my head spin, and I had to close my eyes for a moment, struggling to keep control.
I looked down at her, our eyes meeting, and in that moment, I felt like nothing else in the world mattered. “You’re so tight, baby,” I murmured, my voice thick with emotion as I slowly began to push into her. “I’m going to claim you.”
She gasped as I entered her, her body stretching to accommodate me, and I could feel her tightness squeezing me, pulling me in deeper. I moved slowly, inch by inch, letting her feel every part of me, her moans growing louder with each thrust. “You feel so fucking good,” I groaned, the sensation almost overwhelming as I finally buried myself to the hilt inside her. “So perfect . . . so mine.”
I didn’t move, holding myself still inside her, feeling the way her body trembled beneath me. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and I could see the way her eyes fluttered closed as she adjusted to the fullness of me. I reached up, brushing a strand of hair from her face, my thumb grazing her cheek as I whispered, “I won’t move until you’re ready, baby.”
She nodded, her eyes still closed, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly as she focused on the sensations, on the way we were connected so intimately. I could feel the quick beat of her heart against my chest, the soft tremors running throughher body as she gradually relaxed, her body beginning to accept me, to welcome me.
I held her close, my forehead resting against hers, our breaths mingling in the small space between us. “Take your time,” I murmured, my voice thick with emotion. “We have all night. I’m not going anywhere.”
A few moments passed, the room filled with nothing but the sound of our breathing, the steady rhythm of our hearts beating in sync. I felt her shift beneath me, her body growing accustomed to mine, and slowly, her eyes opened, meeting mine with a look that made my chest ache with something deeper than desire—something that felt like the meeting of souls.
“I’m ready,” she whispered, her voice soft, yet filled with certainty. “I want you to move, Caleb. Please.”
With her permission, I began to move, slow and tender, every inch of me sliding against her, feeling her warmth, her softness. Each thrust was measured, deliberate, as if we were creating something sacred together, something that went beyond the physical. It was like we were merging, becoming one in a way that transcended anything I’d ever felt before.
Her moans filled the room, her body arched into mine, her hands clutched at me as if she couldn’t bear to let go. I kissed her deeply, pouring everything I felt into that kiss—love, need, tenderness, and something more, something that tied us together in a way that felt eternal.
