c-can’t—”
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He couldn’t hold it any longer either.
With a convulsive shudder he surged up, plunging inside her. With a cry, her back arched, sending him impossibly deeper. His eyes blurred as her entire body clenched around him. The pleasure was sharp and blinding. His hearing went muted. All he was was a penis in search of the next exquisite level of pleasure.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Teeth gritted, he thrust up, his hips arching off the bed, carrying her weight easily as he thrust hard and deep inside her, feeling her orgasm gathering. Caleb rode her through it, driving her orgasm to higher peaks as he controlled his own release to wait for her. Sweat poured off his body and his muscles shook with it. Reaching between their bodies, he found her engorged clit with the tip of his finger and pushed her over the edge.
His hips jerked as they came together. Hard. In shuddering, paroxysmal spasms of blinding pleasure.
She collapsed against his chest, her limp body hot as a furnace and damp with perspiration. “Oh. My.
God.”
“Yeah,” he managed, too spent to move, barely capable of breathing. “That.”
They dozed, still joined, their bodies glued together with sweat, his penis softening inside her.
More than spent lust had his heart beating like a sledgehammer. He’d never come like that before. So lost to his surroundings, so out of control. So totally unaware of the world around him. That kind of inattention could get a man killed. That kind of inattention made him sharply aware of just how dangerous this woman was to him.
The state of relaxation lasted all of ten minutes before Caleb felt himself grow hard again. Jesus. He wasn’t a kid anymore. Normally it took him longer than ten minutes to be ready to go again.
“Hmm?” she murmured, pressing a kiss to his chest as he started moving.
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“There’s a lot to be said for taking it slow.”
She sat up slowly. “I was having a lovely dream.”
“Let’s see if we can make that a reality.” Holding her hips, he set the rhythm, then let go and ran both hands over her breasts, enjoying the curves and valleys of her body as she moved.
“This-is-hard-work-you-know.”
And she was clearly enjoying every stroke of it as much as he was. “Uh-uh. Lean down a bit. More.
There. Hmm.” He closed his teeth gently around her nipple. Her back arched, which sent him in deeper.
He gave the hard tip a small bite. In retaliation she started to move faster and faster. Caleb had to settle his hands back on her hips to keep her on target before she achieved lift-off without him.
A tremor shivered over his skin, and his heart did calisthenics as her sheath tightened around him, milking him dry. Sweat oiled his skin and blurred his vision as she moved.
This time was no less intense than the last. While her body was still clenching around him, he brought her down to the mattress beside him, then stroked a hand along her thigh, pulling her knee over his.
She lifted her face. “Kiss me,” she demanded. Caleb complied, crushing her mouth beneath his. She made a soft, desperate sound low in her throat, and wrapped her arms around his neck. Despite hours of lovemaking, Heather still felt an electric thrill sparking across her nerves as he took possession of her mouth. Who needed air, she though fuzzily. She never wanted him to stop.
They broke apart, both panting, bodies damp, hearts racing. “Wow!” she managed, eyes closed.
Caleb groaned theatrically as he rolled onto his back. Heather laughed, not moving. “Water,” she begged.
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After the few minutes he needed to get his breath back, he got up to dispose of the condom, bringing back a glass of water and a warm damp cloth from the bathroom.
Climbing back
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He couldn’t hold it any longer either.
With a convulsive shudder he surged up, plunging inside her. With a cry, her back arched, sending him impossibly deeper. His eyes blurred as her entire body clenched around him. The pleasure was sharp and blinding. His hearing went muted. All he was was a penis in search of the next exquisite level of pleasure.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Teeth gritted, he thrust up, his hips arching off the bed, carrying her weight easily as he thrust hard and deep inside her, feeling her orgasm gathering. Caleb rode her through it, driving her orgasm to higher peaks as he controlled his own release to wait for her. Sweat poured off his body and his muscles shook with it. Reaching between their bodies, he found her engorged clit with the tip of his finger and pushed her over the edge.
His hips jerked as they came together. Hard. In shuddering, paroxysmal spasms of blinding pleasure.
She collapsed against his chest, her limp body hot as a furnace and damp with perspiration. “Oh. My.
God.”
“Yeah,” he managed, too spent to move, barely capable of breathing. “That.”
They dozed, still joined, their bodies glued together with sweat, his penis softening inside her.
More than spent lust had his heart beating like a sledgehammer. He’d never come like that before. So lost to his surroundings, so out of control. So totally unaware of the world around him. That kind of inattention could get a man killed. That kind of inattention made him sharply aware of just how dangerous this woman was to him.
The state of relaxation lasted all of ten minutes before Caleb felt himself grow hard again. Jesus. He wasn’t a kid anymore. Normally it took him longer than ten minutes to be ready to go again.
“Hmm?” she murmured, pressing a kiss to his chest as he started moving.
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“There’s a lot to be said for taking it slow.”
She sat up slowly. “I was having a lovely dream.”
“Let’s see if we can make that a reality.” Holding her hips, he set the rhythm, then let go and ran both hands over her breasts, enjoying the curves and valleys of her body as she moved.
“This-is-hard-work-you-know.”
And she was clearly enjoying every stroke of it as much as he was. “Uh-uh. Lean down a bit. More.
There. Hmm.” He closed his teeth gently around her nipple. Her back arched, which sent him in deeper.
He gave the hard tip a small bite. In retaliation she started to move faster and faster. Caleb had to settle his hands back on her hips to keep her on target before she achieved lift-off without him.
A tremor shivered over his skin, and his heart did calisthenics as her sheath tightened around him, milking him dry. Sweat oiled his skin and blurred his vision as she moved.
This time was no less intense than the last. While her body was still clenching around him, he brought her down to the mattress beside him, then stroked a hand along her thigh, pulling her knee over his.
She lifted her face. “Kiss me,” she demanded. Caleb complied, crushing her mouth beneath his. She made a soft, desperate sound low in her throat, and wrapped her arms around his neck. Despite hours of lovemaking, Heather still felt an electric thrill sparking across her nerves as he took possession of her mouth. Who needed air, she though fuzzily. She never wanted him to stop.
They broke apart, both panting, bodies damp, hearts racing. “Wow!” she managed, eyes closed.
Caleb groaned theatrically as he rolled onto his back. Heather laughed, not moving. “Water,” she begged.
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After the few minutes he needed to get his breath back, he got up to dispose of the condom, bringing back a glass of water and a warm damp cloth from the bathroom.
Climbing back
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