Page 139 of A Legal Affair
“Oh,” she breathed, more air than sound.
He slipped his finger beneath the thin barrier, parting her folds, finding her slick entrance. A soft moan escaped her, quickly muffled against his neck as he pushed inside her, filling her, his thumb stroking the ultra sensitive hood of her clit.
“Always so wet for me, angel,” he murmured thickly against her temple. “I can’t believe I get to enjoy this hot little pussy for the rest of my life. I must be the luckiest man in the world.”
Her whimper was barely audible, but in her heightened state of awareness, every peep she made might as well have been a thunderclap.
Circling her hard clit with his thumb, Caleb added a second finger. The sudden fullness, the stretch, made her pussy clench around him. He stroked her once, twice, a tantalizingly rhythmic exploration that sent shocks of pleasure zigzagging to every nerve ending.
“Caleb,” she whimpered, burying her face deeper into his neck, inhaling his familiar wonderful scent before she moaned, “You are sobad.”
He chuckled darkly, a low vibration against her cheek. His fingers curled, hooking inside her, finding that sweet spot he’d made his own from the very beginning. Her body sizzled and her knees spread for him, her hips bucking against his palm.
“Easy, baby,” he whispered in her ear. “Let me take care of you.”
He began sliding his fingers in and out of her, each thrust sending electric sparks up and down her spine. She could feel her thighs trembling, hear her breath coming in ragged gasps as her body arched into his touch. He pressed his thumb to her throbbing clit, a double assault that made her head fall back against his shoulder, her eyes closing on a shuddery moan. Would it always be like this? she wondered dazedly. Would he always have the power to turn her into this flushed, shivery, liquefied puddle of need? Would he always know just how and where to touch her to make her detonate? To make her scream?
Cupping the back of her head in his other hand, he leaned down and took her mouth, kissing her long and slow, his tongue licking hers while his fingers continued working their magic.Her vision dimmed, the fairy lights above them blurring into streaks of white. Her clit was a burning ember, radiating heat through her entire core.
“More,” she breathed into his kiss. “Please, Caleb. More.”
He obliged her, his fingers delving deeper and then retreating, each thrust perfectly timed to build the delicious pressure. It was too much, too good, forcing her to drag her mouth away from his to bury her face in his neck. He stroked her G-spot while the heel of his hand pressed hard on her clit and, holy hell, it felt so freaking fantastic she wanted to sob. Her pussy contracted around his fingers, gripping him tighter as her orgasm swelled, a hot, insistent climb that had her legs shaking.
“Oh God, I’m coming,” she cried out against his neck.
He pulled her even closer, wrapping his arm tightly around her waist as her body began to convulse. Her hips arched off his lap, twisting wildly against his hand as she bit down on her lip to keep from screaming. The orgasm juddered through her, a white-hot blast that started deep in her core and rocketed outward, making her whole body shake. She dug her fingers into his shirt as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. He groaned low as her thighs squeezed his hand and her pussy spasmed around his fingers, milking every last bit of pleasure from his touch.
Her orgasm seemed to go on forever as his fingers kept pumping, working her sweet spot until she finally sagged against him, boneless, breathless, closing her eyes on a wispy sigh. Cradling her protectively against his chest, he kissed her forehead, his warm breath stroking her temple and fluttering the curls near her ear.
Across the lawn, the movie’s soundtrack swelled, a dramatic orchestral crescendo that seemed to punctuate her climax. When her body had stopped trembling and her thighs released their stranglehold on Caleb’s hand, he slowly pulled his fingersout of her and sucked them clean, his erection throbbing against her ass through his tailored black pants. She couldn’t wait for him to put her through the mattress as soon as they got back to their room.
He shifted, lifting her to straddle him on the blanket. She wrapped her arms around his neck as they pressed their foreheads together, breathing each other in as his eyes burned into hers.
When he spoke, his voice was low and gravelly. “I knew from the first moment I saw you that you were special. I fought it like hell, with every fiber of my being. I didn’t want to fall for you, Daniela. But you were inevitable.Wewere inevitable.”
“We definitely were.” She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw beneath his sculpted beard as she smiled into his eyes. “I felt the exact same pull, Caleb. From the moment I walked into your lecture hall and made you smirk, I just knew, for better or worse, you’d change my whole life.” She grinned. “Thank God it was for the better.”
He laughed huskily and leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a soft, featherlight kiss that felt like silk. “This is just the beginning, sweetheart. You and me…this thing between us. It’s gonna be glorious.”
“I know.” She smiled at him, her heart full, a profound sense of euphoria settling deep into her bones. “It already is….”
