"I started saying it when I started doing it. I mean I don't say it to men, or any of the men I've been with. Just you." I pucker my lips together. "Do my lips look nice?"
"Christ." He shakes his head as he drops the tube back in my purse. "You may be the most sensual woman I've ever met."
"Me?" My hand leaps to my chest and I realize my bra is peeking out of the top of my blouse. "I'm not that sensual."
He adjusts the top of my shirt, carefully folding the fabric over so it hides the lace of my bra. "That's what makes you so hot, Bell. You don't even know what you do to men."
That's actually very true. I know the fundamentals of what to do to a man when we're both naked. Outside the bedroom, when it comes to the allure of seduction, I'm like a doe that is lost in the woods. I've always just been myself and that's worked for me.
"Back to my original comment," I say before I bend over to adjust the strap of my shoe. "Why didn't you make love to me?"
"I want the next time I make love to you to be in my bed." He looks down at his watch. "Say, in three hours? Does that work for you?"
"It works." I glide my hand down his cheek. "I'll be there."
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I arch my back just as his teeth bite into my nipple. The mixture of pure pain and pointed pleasure pulls a deep moan from within me. I'd promised myself before I got to Caleb's apartment that I'd enjoy every single sensation. I want this night to last forever. It's the first time I'm going to sleep with him. He had insisted on the ride over to his place, from mine, that we'd fall asleep in one another's arms.
He moves slowly across my chest, kissing the soft skin between my breasts. He cups the tender flesh in his hand, rolling it within his palm. "Your breasts as so beautiful. I love how they feel."
I love how he's vocal about my body. I crave the knowledge that it's everything he wants it to be. "Kiss my nipple, Caleb."
His hair tickles my skin as he lowers his mouth to the swollen bud. He kisses it gently at first, before pulling it between his lips. He sucks it, loudly and carefully. I squirm from the feelings it creates in my core. I'm already wet and wanting. I was that way as soon as we'd finished the dinner he'd ordered in for us.
"If I could spend all of my time in this bed with you, I would." He rests his head between my breasts. "I don't need anything in the world but you."
I weave my fingers through his hair. I want to repeat back what he just said but I'm scared. I'm fearful that the promises he made aren't grounded in his real emotions. I'm terrified that when he fucks me tonight, that he'll pull back after just as he did before. My heart can't find the truth in that fear but it's my mind that clutters every thought I'm having.
He moves his head again, this time lowering it over my stomach. He trails his lips down my belly, stopping when he reaches my core. He looks up, locking his dark eyes with mine before his tongue darts out and expertly licks at my outer folds.
"I love the taste of you." He nuzzles his face into my wetness. "I need it."
I push my legs apart, not feeling any vulnerability with the movement. I don't care that I'm completely exposed to him. There's no shame in my desire for him. I arch my hips towards him as he dives in and eats me with a fury that screams of the desire he feels for me too.
I open my eyes just as I feel the climax bearing down on me. I crash into it as I see his dark head, moving frantically between my thighs, intent on giving me pleasure. He's focused only on what I need, pushing his own cravings aside.
He reaches for the condom package he had thrown on the bed when we walked into the room. He rips it open quickly and silently. He sheaths his thick cock as his eyes settle on my core.
I cling tightly to him when he inches forward a touch to rub the spongy, wide crown over my clit. He moans when he feels my body tense and he calls out my name when he pushes inside me.
"Rowan," he whispers. "You're everything to me."
I feel the tears burn my cheeks as he finds his rhythm. His thrusts are slow, measured and delicious. He's taking his time. He's pulling as much from this as he's giving.
I whimper when I feel my release. I pull his head down so he can kiss me and he rewards me with a groan wrapped into a sigh.
I come in heated waves; one tormented ripple after another reverberates through every part of me. He stills to watch my face. He stops to hear my cries.
He rolls his hips as he plunges deeper with each heavy thrust and as he finds his own release, tears stream from his eyes and fall onto my chest. My name escapes from between his quivering lips and when he's pumped everything he has into me, he kisses me with a hunger I've never felt before.
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