Page 66 of Free to Dream
I nod, hesitantly.
His hands smooth over my body as he reaches for the clasp of my jeans. “It’s simple, really. It’s our home. Only permanent people come here. Lift up, baby.”
I think I stop breathing as I do as he asks. Caleb skims my jeans down my legs and tosses them over his shoulder. Watching my face, he raises his hands to the snap on his jeans.
“Wait.” I scramble to my knees on the bed, crawling to the edge. He stops. “I want to do it,” I whisper.
He swallows hard. Giving me a sharp nod, he reaches for my hands as he steps closer. Placing them on the button of his jeans, he says hoarsely, “Just the jeans for now, baby.”
I nod as I bury my head into his shoulder, my hands making quick work of the snap. I can feel him nibbling on my shoulder as I work on the zipper. I’m trying to figure out how to not get his cock caught when he reaches down and clasps my hand. “It’s easier if you hold me back and undo the zipper with the other hand.” His voice is husky. “Just remember, wherever you touch, I’m going to touch as well.” After a quick nip at my ear, he holds still.
My breathing accelerates. He’s going to let me touch him. Slowly, I slide my hand down. I hear Caleb’s rough pants in my ear as my fingers slide over his cock. Sweet Jesus, it’s both thick and fairly long. Maybe I should have practiced on something else last night. My eyes can’t meet his. He raises a shaking hand to my cheek in between his short breaths. “It’ll fit, baby. We’re going to fit so you’ll forget where you end and I begin.”
Just him saying that has me so excited, I run my fingers up and down his shaft again, squeezing along the way. A long moan erupts next to my ear. “Cassidy. Jeans. Off. Now.”
Oh, right. I use my other hand to reach for the tab while protecting him with my hand inside.
Once the zipper is down, he seems to explode from his pants even through his boxer briefs. He sighs in relief as I push the jeans off, over his taut ass, and they fall to the floor.
Caleb toes his socks off and suddenly, we’re down to two scraps of material between us.
I hear a ripping sound, and realize my panties have been shredded. Caleb pulls the remains out from between my legs, unrepentant. “I could tell they were bothering you with how wet they were.” His grin is almost feral at this point. My jaw unhinges slightly.
While I recover from that demonstration, he tackles me back onto the bed, his hands beginning to skim all over my curves. His fingers trace my breasts, but don’t linger. He gives each one a quick suck as he starts to trail his hands and mouth down my body. “Baby, are you sure you want me to let go?”
I nod frantically. I’m about to explode from just the idea of what I think he wants to do.
He props himself up between my legs, drawing a single finger from between my breasts, down over my ribs, over my hips, around my clit until he taps my core, transfixed with where his finger is circling. I’m writhing on the bed, my body a quivering mess. “Caleb,” I moan, fisting my hands in my hair.
“Yes or no, baby. Do you want my fingers to slide into you? To feel that slick heat? To taste it?”
I never knew words could turn me on more. Maybe it’s not the words, maybe it’s Caleb. I twist from side to side, unable to stop moving. Caleb places his hand on my lower abdomen to stabilize me, holding me still while I pant out, “Yes, to all of it. Do it, Caleb. I can’t take it anymore!” I moan as his hand glides down and breaches me. My back comes off the bed, supported only by my shoulders.
There’s a chuckle from down between my legs. “Yeah, baby, you’re ready. You’re so hot and wet. Do you want me to push a little?” It must be rhetorical because he begins to stroke my heat with two wicked fingers.
In, out, in, out. I feel them rasping against my overly sensitive tissues. My hips begin to follow Caleb’s fingers in a pattern. I’m reaching for something, but I can’t quite put my finger on what. “Need something more to get you over the top, baby? I think I know what it is,” he says, his breath rasping over my wetness.
In between one heartbeat and the next, my clit is being treated to the same treatment my nipples were. It’s being flicked, nibbled, rolled and sucked. Caleb’s fingers are still thrusting in and out and it’s too much.
All my senses blank before I feel everything clench and shudder. I moan his name as I convulse through my first ever orgasm. I reach down and clutch Caleb tightly to my body, unable to lose the connection, my legs wrapping tightly around his shoulders. Tears pour from my eyes as I stare unseeing at the coffered ceiling.
After my legs stop trembling, I slowly lift my head to find Caleb looking at me with pure pride and possession on his handsome face. His mouth is wet with…me. He’s in the process of cleaning up his fingers by slowly sucking on them one at a time. “How are you doing, baby?” he asks softly, reaching up to wipe away a stray tear.
I start to speak several times, realizing I can’t, before I decide the easiest course of action is to just open my arms. He crawls in between my legs, snagging the condom along the way. I realize that somewhere during my comedown, Caleb lost his boxer briefs and is as naked as I am.
“Are you still sure, Cassidy?” His eyes search mine, serious and ready to call a stop if I say so.
This man is everything I saw couple after couple find in my line of work and never dared to expect for myself.
His heavy weight covering me doesn’t scare me, it warms me. His body covering me doesn’t cause me panic, it fills my soul.
As he slides his nose against mine, I realize that I’ve been hovering on the edge of falling in love. With him still willing to wait until I was ready, I toppled over the cliff.
“I’m so ready for this, Caleb.” Sliding my hands up to his jaw, I capture his lips. “Make love to me. Please.”
He bows his head. “Okay, baby.”
Quickly sliding on the condom, he shifts us on the bed so I’m up higher. I wrap my legs around his waist as he lines himself up to my entrance. Pushing in slightly, he stops.
