We stared at one another for what felt like an eternity. He looked at me in a way I’d never seen before. I didn’t want to give it a name or classification. I was more than content to just have him look at me with that expression on his face.
Slowly, I brought my hands up to his face. I couldn’t help myself. Knowing how soft he could be, the urge to touch him was something I didn’t want to fight off.
He seemed taken aback by my touch and the playful smile he held fell from his face. Our eyes met for the briefest of moments, and my fingers sensed the gentle shake of his head just before I kissed him so hard we both made a hurt sound. My brain fired synapses to every part of my body, and heat flooded my skin and pooled between my thighs. His tongue begged to be allowed into my mouth and I opened up to him. My hands weaved through his hair. He moaned into my mouth, and my hunger for him exploded from a place I had begun to suspect was there for quite some time.
I started to get a little frightened when he reached down and pulled up my nightgown. I don’t think I’m ready for this. He spread my legs with his body, cradling himself between my thighs. His c**k was incredibly hard. I wanted to say something, protest in some way, but then I felt the heat of him against the wetness I’d created, and I could’ve sworn I heard us sizzle. He withdrew his lips from mine and latched his hot, sucking mouth onto my neck. I threw my head back, surprised by the sensation of both pleasure and pain, a sensation that only became more powerful as the son of a bitch bit me.
I gasped loudly and my hands instinctively flexed into fists in his hair and I pulled him backward. “That hurt!” I said through gritted teeth.
He pulled my hands free from his hair and held them above my head with his left hand. “You think I don’t know?” he said. The unmistakable look of lust had taken over his features and he appeared almost feral in his intensity.
I was a little frightened but my desire for him wouldn’t let me care. I pulled his mouth down toward mine. My heart slammed around in my chest as the liquid fire in my veins seemed to burn me from the inside out.
Abruptly, his touch turned soft and he kissed me so gently I wanted to cry again. “You’re so wet; my c**k is covered in you,” he whispered against my mouth. I moaned loudly at his words, and I knew my mind was made up.
“Make love to me,” I replied. My voice sounded alien to my own ears. His heart beat hard against me and his c**k twitched against my pu**y. He took a deep ragged breath and placed his forehead against my shoulder. In the silence, my hunger feuded with my growing shame over the idea he would say something cruel or make some silly joke. I would be undone.
He finally picked his head back up and looked at me. I couldn’t decipher the message in his eyes. He conveyed so many things at once: need, anger, confusion, and something else. “Fuck,” he said.
His shoulders slumped subtly and I worried this was the part where he was going to say something to make me wish I could crawl inside myself and die. I wanted to say something, perhaps offer some preemptive strike, like ‘I was just kidding’, but I couldn’t say anything. Then, to my relief, he let my hands go and slipped the straps of my nightgown down my shoulders, exposing my br**sts.
“You have the most beautiful tits.” Heat crawled over my flesh, and my ni**les tightened.
“Thanks?” I said, unsure.
“You’re welcome,” he said through a smile and put his mouth around my aching nipple.
I attempted to wrap my arms around him, but they were trapped in the straps of my nightgown. Overcome by a rush of sensation, I pressed my thighs tightly in an effort to close them and crushed Caleb closer to my body as I writhed under his consuming touch. He sucked and bit at one nipple and then the other, and did not neglect any part in between. I closed my eyes and swam in a sea of pleasure, pain, and longing.
I think I love you.
The thought swirled in my brain like an angry tornado begging me to say the words out loud, but I couldn’t – I couldn’t possibly. I felt like I might have an orgasm just then, before he was even inside me, before he’d even touched me down there. I teetered on the edge, which felt both delicious and annoying.
Say it! I think I love you.
He reached down between our bodies and slid his underwear past his erection.
Oh my god! Oh my god!
“Wait,” I said, breathless. Caleb paused.
“What?” he asked. He sounded genuine in his concern.
“Be gentle, okay,” I whispered and resigned myself. The look in his eyes turned devastating. It was as if he wanted to tear me apart with his teeth, and I probably would have let him.
“Don’t worry, Kitten. I’m not going to f**k you,” he said through a rueful grin.
Before I could ask him why the hell not, the hot pulse of his thick shaft splayed the lips of my sex. He rubbed the hard, yet pliant flesh of his c**k against the swollen bud of my clit and I was paralyzed. Desperate, mewling sounds came out of my throat, and my hips instinctively rocked back and forth against the heat of him. I was going to come, and it was going to be incredible. Up and down he moved his c**k against my sensitive flesh, and all I could do was pine as I tried to get my stupid arms out of my nightgown so I could touch him.
His mouth traveled up my body and nestled at the nape of my neck. He bit me again, but this time I inclined toward him. “Does it feel good, Pet?” he asked in a voice dripping with arrogance – I didn’t care. I nodded fervently, and looked for his mouth. He let his lips dance just above mine, all the while keeping his rhythm against my clit.
“I want to hear you say it. Tell me it feels good. Tell me how much you want me to make that little pu**y of yours come.”
Oh. My. God!
Every muscle in my body tightened all at once. The opening of my pu**y contracted, and grasped at what wasn’t there. My heart pounded and my hands grabbed at the sheets while my legs pressed against Caleb as hard as they could. Orgasm ripped through my body indiscriminately, engulfing everything in its path, and I was so overwhelmed, tears ran down my face.
“I love you!” I screamed. I couldn’t help myself and I kept crying, even as Caleb’s hot se**n splashed against my sex and belly.
He panted hard and grabbed at his cock, expelling everything he had onto me. Then he grabbed my ass tightly and squeezed me as his mouth once again found mine. He kissed me until we both settled some, and then gently collapsed against me.
Chapter Fourteen
Caleb knew his weight was probably crushing Livvie, but he wasn’t quite ready to address this new and provocative situation. He supposed it was common for a person, especially a female person, to say incredulous things in the throes of passion, but he couldn’t actually say it had ever happened to him before. She had said she loved him. She’d said it during a very intense orgasm, but she’d said it just the same. Even now, he felt the heat and wetness of her tears against his shoulder. She wasn’t sobbing, or blubbering. In fact, the way she was caressing his thigh with her fingertips suggested she was quite content if not sated.
Wanting suddenly to put an end to his discomfort, stemming both from his own thoughts as well as the feeling of heat and stickiness, he moved to disengage himself from Livvie. She made a series of adjusting sounds as he peeled off of her, wiping the se**n off of his lower abdomen with the edge of her nightgown. She scrunched her nose, as if it were the most disgusting thing she’d ever seen; he didn’t respond.
He didn’t like the feelings running through him. He replayed the incident in his mind, trying to find the exact moment in which he’d lost control and fallen under the spell of the woman who was supposed to be his captive. She couldn’t even move, yet it was impossible to ignore the hold she had over him with her big innocent eyes and pouty trembling mouth.
He pulled his boxers up and sat on the edge of the bed, trying to think of what to say. He heard her sigh contentedly just before the warmth of her cheek pressed against his back causing a mild tingle to spread through him. She wrapped her arms loosely around his waist.
“Please, don’t,” Livvie whispered softly against his back.
“Don’t, what?”
“Whenever something nice happens…between us…you’re mean after.” Livvie pressed herself against his back and held him tighter.
Caleb’s confusion was turning toward anger, but he knew she was right. His instinct was to lash out in an effort to get distance between him and Livvie. He’d called her a coward, threatened her with humiliation and violence, even f**ked another woman in front of her to try and stop whatever was happening between them. None of it worked. Here they were in yet another emotionally compromising situation. It was exhausting.
“I love you!” Livvie’s words echoed through Caleb’s thoughts. He looked down at Livvie’s arms, the way she held him there. He realized it was a silent plea: “I could stay with you…be with you.” Caleb closed his eyes and let himself place his hand on her arm, holding her there in return.
“I can’t,” he replied, knowing his words were odd. Livvie had neither asked a question nor requested a response, but he just knew she would understand what he was trying to say.
“Why, Caleb? Why can’t you?” she whispered. Caleb swallowed thickly. She did understand. He’d known she would, but it affected him nonetheless.
