Page 65 of Free to Dream
“Baby, I know you trust me, but I’m hanging on by a thread. If you do what I think you’re going to do, your sweet ass is going to be on top of my bed about two seconds after your lips hit my chest.”
Lips? Huh, I hadn’t thought of that.
Seeing the intrigue on my face, he groans, even as he moves his hands from his sides to my waist. “Go ahead, baby, but then, it’s my turn to reciprocate. And Cassidy? I plan on spending a long time doing so.”
I nod blindly. I feel like my eyes must be glazed over as they lock in on their target, his nipples. Nestled in a sprinkling of chest hair, they’re tightly puckered, waiting for my mouth to suck, my teeth to nibble, my tongue to lash.
I don’t disappoint.
Switching from the right to the left and back, I can’t get enough of the taste of Caleb’s hard body beneath my mouth. Tightening his grip on me, I don’t stop. I’m ravenous for the taste of this man. I’m in such a haze of desire, I don’t even realize I’m being lifted from the floor and being carried across the room until my back hits the velvet of the quilt and I’m separated from my newfound addiction.
Caleb slides his fingers up my arms to trap my hands. His chest is heaving, and a fine film of sweat is on his body. I realize, with a little amazement, I did that to him. Me. I stare up at him with wonderment and desire as I arch my body into his. He slowly rolls his hips into mine as he buries his head into my neck.
Thrust, retreat. Gasp, groan. I feel his thickness through his jeans, and he feels the heat beneath mine. He raises his head from my neck and looks down at me. It’s a parody of what we’re about to do.
There’s nothing shameful here. My eyes brim over with tears. He releases my hands to use his thumbs to wipe them away. His fingertips trail down my face, my chest, brushing down the sides of my breasts. His weight presses into mine, stilling the wave of our movements.
Almost too slowly, his hands drag over the sheer material along the sides of my bra, reaching the clasp in the back. I feel his fingertips along my spine as each hook and eye are undone. It isn’t until the last one is released that his eyes leave mine. They drop down to where his hands are pulling the material away from my breasts. When the material is bunched between us, obscuring his view, he taps my arms. “Lift.”
My arms move away from my body one at a time, giving Caleb the leverage to peel the impeding material away. I bring my arms back down around his shoulders, framing him as he fully cups me. His hands smooth back and forth, inching their way closer to my dusky nipples. “Beautiful. And mine.” He lowers his head.
As Caleb captures a nipple fully in the heated depths of his mouth, I gasp, my nails scraping through his hair, my legs shifting beneath his anxiously. He scrapes his teeth on the part closest to the areola. I shudder in reaction. He pushes the nipple to the upper roof of his mouth and begins flicking it back and forth with his tongue. I cry out. He looks up, and once he realizes it was a cry of pleasure, a sensual look crosses his face.
Caleb lets that nipple loose with a satisfied smile. After a soft, “The other one’s lonely, Pixie,” he begins the same torment. Only this time, I’m not a passive player.
I reach down as best I can and touch him wherever I can. I run my hands down his arms, scratching my fingers over his shoulders and nipples, earning a growl against my breast. Wow, what that does to me! I almost levitate off the bed.
By now, I can feel the wetness dripping between my legs, preparing me for when he takes me. My sheer panties are no match for how my body is preparing myself for him. I’m moaning, trying to figure out how to push up against Caleb to relieve myself of this aching feeling. My teeth scrape against his skin. I manage to roll him over partially without dislodging my breast, and in the process, I wrap my arms around his waist, my hands finding their way into the back of his jeans. Touching the band of his boxers, feeling braver than I’ve ever been in my life, I slip my hand inside to touch his amazing ass with my bare hands.
Suddenly, the voracious sucking stops.
“Cassidy.” His tone is now guttural. “Baby, you have to stop.” He starts to reach behind him to move my hands up, but before he can reach them, I start to move my right hand slowly around toward the front of his hip, over smooth, hairless skin toward my goal. He traps my hand inches from his cock.
We stare at each other a half a heartbeat before his lips are back on mine, like I’m the only water in the desert.
Caleb rips himself from my body and stands at the edge of the bed. Our bodies are visibly shaking from the force of our desire, or from the need to be touching one another, I’m not really sure which. Probably both.
He runs his hand over his face before saying, “I want everything to be perfect, Cassidy. You’re making it difficult with all the touching, baby. For all intents and purposes, you’re a virgin.”
Raising myself on my elbows, unknowingly placing myself in a more provocative position, I ask disbelievingly, “Are you insane, Caleb? While I may not have your experience—”
“You have none.” He drops his head, rubbing a hand along the back of it.
“Not my choice.”
“Exactly. Which is why I’m trying to—”
“I choose you.” He freezes at my declaration, stopping whatever he was about to say. “I choose you, Caleb. You’re not going to hurt me. It’s already been beautiful and perfect, so please, let me love you too.” I hold out my hand.
He stares at it for a moment before taking a step back toward me. “Hold on a second.”
I drop my hand and flop back onto the bed with a drawn-out groan. He chuckles. “You’re the first woman I’ve ever brought here, Pixie.”
My eyes shoot up to him as he makes his way over to the armoire, and I watch him grab a box of condoms. “Part of loving you is protecting you. I didn’t want to reach for one of these and not find it in an inopportune moment.”
“Let’s go back to the first part of that statement,” I say as Caleb puts the box on the bedside table.
He tosses the packet near the top of the bed and reaches for my legs. Pulling me by the ankles, I’m pulled to the edge of the bed. “What part? Oh, the part about you being the only woman I’ve brought here?”
