Page 39 of Drive Me Wild
Heat is building between his hand and me. My nipple hardens under his touch. He’s barely moving, barely sending a ripple of motion through his palm, but it makes waves in my body. Then I feel a delicate squeeze, and my core lights up.
“Unbutton your dress, Zoe.”
I do as I’m told, my hands shaking as I try to release each plastic piece from its hole to reveal my naked breasts.
“Caleb,” my body wants him like a starving person wants food.
He reaches inside the dress now, again cupping my breast. His breath is on my neck, in my ear. I grind myself against him, but he presses his other hand into my hip and holds me in place.
My nipples are like pebbles, and he is gently pinching and releasing them. With each squeeze, my core sends out a shock wave. I feel something building in me that has a weight to it. Has size. I can feel its presence, and it’s like nothing I’ve known.
“Sit on the edge of the bed, Zoe.”
He says my name as if he’s reciting his favorite love poem. I want to be that poem. I want to be the words that form in his mind when he thinks of love.
I sit on the bed, and he opens up my dress so my breasts are bare to him. Then he hikes up the skirt of my dress so my core is bare to him. I feel sexy sitting like this. Exposed, ready to take him in.
I think back to the two lessons he gave me, which were really opportunities for me to feel safe being turned on and to let myself unfold for him.
I want to unfold everything.
Caleb kneels down in front of me, sitting between my spread legs. He leans forward and takes a nipple in his mouth, againsending shock waves through my system. As he does, he swipes his thumb across my center, and I nearly buck up in the air.
“Is that where you saw me touching you? In your fantasy?”
I nod, and he pulls away so he can look at me. Down there.
“So pretty. So perfect. Spread your legs for me a little more.”
I do as he says and feel the heat of his eyes on me. I’m drenched. Buckets are pouring out of me as I anticipate his next touch.
“Lean back and scoot back.” Again, I do as he says, shifting my body further away from him on the king-sized bed. He climbs on the bed, kneeling in front of me. Our eyes lock on each other, and I can’t shake the thrill of being this wide open for him.
Waiting for him.
The anticipation sends more energy to the thing that is building inside of me like a bucket that is nearly full and about to spill.
“I want to see you touch yourself like you did when you fantasized about me. About us.”
I reach my hand down and use my middle finger to rub on my bud while I spread myself open with my first and ring finger. It feels natural for him to be here, as if all my fantasies were memories of our time together.
My breath is becoming shallow. I want him inside of me. I want to see him naked again, pressing himself into my folds.
Instead, he lays himself down on the bed so that his face is close enough to where my hand is working that I can feel the tickle of his breath on my skin.
“You’re so wet, Zoe. Is that for me?”
“Yes,” I breathe out.
“I want to taste you. Can I do that?”
“Yes.” It’s more of a plea than anything else.
I feel his tongue on the inside of my thigh, slowly creeping down to my center. As he nears, he pushes my hand away gently. Again, seconds tick by when I feel nothing. Then there’s a brush.
Wet. Soft. Taunting me. Teasing me.
The nerves in my core are on high alert. I think I’m going to explode from that single lick. That single touch. I plead with him to do it again, my hands gripping his hair. And then I feel it. His lips lock on my center as he sucks gently, rolling his tongue over me, and my whole body starts to tense, preparing for a monumental release.
