“What did she think?”
“She thought you weren’t quite my type, but an improvement upon the last female in my life.”
“The one you almost married?”
“Yeah, Arianna.”
“I guess I should be flattered.”
“It doesn’t matter to me what Mo thinks, you know.”
“She’s your friend; she’s looking out for you.”
“Maybe.”
“So if I’m not your type, what is your type?”
He shook his head and leaned forward. “I think you fit me just fine.”
“Come on, Caleb.” But she blushed.
“Someone who makes dinner for me when I come home, someone to hold, who will make wild passionate love until the wee hours of the morning, who will encourage and support and will accept all those things from me. That’s my type.”
Lily blinked, her fork halfway to her mouth.
“And a good fork fighter is essential.”
Her smile broke the spell.
“Drink your wine, Caleb.”
“I intend to and then I’m going to drink you.” His chest suffused with warmth as he watched the blush rise from Lily’s chest, tinting her cheeks a brighter pink and he could well imagine also tinting the pale skin of her breasts. He was instantly hard.
She smiled. “Touché.”
Lily reached into the sudsy water for another plate. “You need a dishwasher.”
“Why? You’re doing the job just fine.” He kissed the side of her neck, set the wine glass on the counter and grabbed a towel to wipe the table. Tears unexpectedly pricked Lily’s eyes and her hands fell limp in the water. For a moment it had felt real, as though this was reality. It wasn’t. The only thing real between them was the heat that sizzled back and forth whenever they were near. Caleb was like her music—exciting and fun while it lasted but it would fade like mist in the real world of bills and taxes.
“All done, sugar.” Caleb hung the towel over the edge of the counter to dry and wrapped his arms around her.
For a moment she leaned into the embrace and closed her eyes. Caleb’s arms felt real. “You haven’t even asked me what’s for dessert.”
“You made dessert too? Aren’t you the domestic goddess?”
Lily smiled, slipped out of his arms and walked into the bedroom, Caleb a step behind.
“That’s my kind of dessert.”
Lily turned, winked and reached for a bag on the bed.
“What’s in there?" His eyebrows drew together in puzzlement.
“Dessert.” Lily reached into the bag and produced a box. Inside the box nestled three jars and two large paint brushes. “Didn’t you say you’d like to paint me sometime?”
“Yes,” Caleb said slowly, his expression curious.
Damn, he took her breath away. Long and lean with an easy grace about him, her fingers still itched to explore every inch of his body, to touch and taste and… Her belly tightened in anticipation. She walked closer, displaying a jar. “Edible chocolate paint.”
Caleb’s eyes widened as his mouth moved in a slow smile that sent a rush of warmth to all the right places.
“My, my, you are full of surprises.” He glanced around the room. “I’d say the light is about perfect now.” He moved forward, his focus on Lily. Her skin pebbled before his hand even reached out to touch her face. He ran a finger down her jawline and her eyes closed.
“Uh, uh.” Lily forced herself to step away. “You get to paint all the time. My turn first.” She reached for Caleb’s shirt and slowly pulled it over his head, kissing the smooth skin over the hard muscles of his chest before his arms were free of the sleeves. She flicked the hardened nub of his nipple with the tip of her tongue and smiled when Caleb gasped. Lily caught Caleb’s hand before it reached his zipper. “Oh, no, buster. You’re the canvas. Hold still like a good boy.”
Caleb’s body shuddered but he kept his hands at his sides. His green eyes smoldered with desire as Lily slowly unfastened his jeans and pulled them down his hips and then over his legs. His erection already strained his briefs and Lily’s mouth started to water.
Caleb obediently stepped out of them and then froze when Lily opened her mouth, pressed over his cloth-covered erection and blew. The hot air warmed her cheeks and his cock swelled further against her mouth.
A low groan escaped Caleb’s throat. Lily smiled and slowly, inch by inch pulled Caleb’s briefs down, kissing the exposed flesh of his hip as she went, but avoiding his thick shaft.
“You didn’t say torture was part of the program, princess.”
Lily ignored Caleb, kissing and licking his inner thighs, the briefs soon joined the jeans on the floor and Caleb stood before her, naked in all his glory. Her breath caught in her throat. “You’re magnificent.”
Caleb’s green eyes darkened. “And you have too many clothes on.”
Lily pulled her shirt over her head, slipped out of her jeans and stood there in her thong and bra. She moved to where she’d left the supplies, dipped the brush in the dark chocolate and slowly walked around Caleb. He was beautiful, all toned muscle and smooth tanned skin. As her gaze fell on his cock, it jerked as though she’d touched it. She glanced up slowly as his abs contracted and his breathing turned quick and shallow.
“You’re killing me,” he said as she met his gaze.
Lily smiled at Caleb’s intake of breath as she swirled the chocolate in a lazy circle around one nipple and then slowly down his chest to his stomach. She dipped the brush in the creamy confection again and touched it to his stomach, looping around his belly button and down to one thigh. When the brush moved from the sensitive skin of his inner thigh to stroke his balls, Caleb groaned and leaned against the dresser. Hooded eyes, darkened by desire, watched her every move.
Lily’s body warmed and fresh cream dampened her thong. For a moment she considered putting them both out of their misery but instead she dipped the paintbrush back in the chocolate and spiraled the sauce around Caleb’s thick shaft. After a deep breath, Lily stood and placed the brush back in the jar. “Do you know what I’m going to do now?”
“What?” Caleb’s voice was little more than a croak.
“Clean you up.” Lily started at his chest and following the chocolate path with her mouth, licked and sucked the confection from Caleb’s body. The taste of chocolate mixed with the salty flavor of his skin resulted in an erotic blend that had Lily wondering if it was possible to orgasm without being touched.
When she reached his inner thigh she slowed down, gently biting the sensitive flesh. A shudder rippled through Caleb.
“I don’t know how much longer I can last, love.”
Lily ran her tongue up the shaft of his erection, licking away a drop of pre-cum. “I have faith in you.” She purred even though she’d had a similar thought moments ago.
Caleb gasped as Lily slowly licked her artwork off his balls and then without any preamble, took his thick cock all the way into her mouth, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his sensitive sac.
He buried his hand in her hair and his balls tightened. As she worked her mouth over his erection, her tongue teased the silky flesh. The salty taste of pre-cum mixed with the flavor of chocolate as she took the thick shaft in her mouth again. A low noise issued from Caleb’s throat. Still buried in her hair, his hand fisted.
The slight pain rocketed through her body and her pussy quivered in response.
“Lily,” he warned.
“I want to taste you,” she murmured before taking his cock deep in her mouth.
Caleb groaned and his hips thrust toward her mouth as his muscles tensed. A moment later he climaxed with a shuddering groan. Lily nursed his cock, sucking every last drop of his orgasm, and stroking his balls until he leaned against the dresser, his face flushed, eyes closed.
The trembling in his legs sent a surge of satisfaction through her body. She slowly stood, letting her body slide against his, her breasts gliding against his hard flesh, enjoying t
he feel of his skin, until she rose to her tiptoes, her lips brushing his.
He returned the kiss without mercy, his mouth demanding as it slanted against hers. His tongue probed her mouth, possessive and needy. Lily matched his response with her own passion as their tongues mated.
“You have a thing for dark chocolate,” Caleb spoke against her lips.
“I have a thing for you,” Lily whispered.
Caleb smiled and reached for the paintbrush. “I hope you can take as well as you give.”
A shudder of anticipation ran through Lily’s body and cream flooded her pussy.
With one hand, he unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. He plucked at her thong. “I love these things.” He reached between her thighs and gently stroked the thin material. Lily gasped. Caleb knelt before catching the string with his teeth. He slowly pulled the thong down her hips. His warm breath tantalized her skin and her pussy ached with need.
Caleb stood and dipped the brush in the milk chocolate paint. The cool confection glided against her fevered skin and shivers racked her body. She closed her eyes as Caleb swirled paint over her hardened nipple, imagining his tongue would follow. When he reached her inner thigh, her body bucked as the electric waves of an orgasm approached. The swirls continued over her back, down her ass to the back of her thighs. She thought she just might melt along with the chocolate. “That’s a lot of paint.”
“What can I say? I have a sweet tooth.” The paintbrush clinked against the glass jar. Caleb walked around her, his gaze searing her already hot flesh. “A work of art.”
“You’re talented.” Lily didn’t take her gaze off of him.
“I wasn’t talking about the painting.” He neared, gently licking the chocolate off her shoulder and then nipped the skin lightly with his teeth. A moan escaped her mouth as her body trembled. She was already so close. Caleb licked toward the swell of her breast before taking the nipple in his mouth and sucking. Lily’s back arched of its own accord as he teased the other nipple with fingers and then lightly pinched. The slight pain only furthered Lily’s arousal.
“Please, Caleb.” A whisper.
“Torture goes both ways, sweetheart.” He licked down the abstract pattern he’d drawn on her abdomen, his teeth lightly scraping her flesh. Lily’s legs shook as his breath warmed the damp curls between her legs, but he didn’t touch. She wanted the exquisite torture to go on forever. She wanted his thick cock deep inside her, thrusting away the overwhelming ache.
Conflicting desires pounded through her body, leaving her breathless. He lightly ran his finger over her hot sex and between the cheeks of her ass, up to the small of her back. Electricity fired in her core and her knees weakened as a mini-orgasm rocked her body. Caleb steadied her with one strong hand against her hip but didn’t pause the agonizing slow trail of his fingers from her hot opening to her anus and back. He circled her swollen nub and lightly pressed. A surge of moisture further dampened her curls and Lily groaned.
His fingers played along her inner thighs and a fresh wave of desire washed over her. Lily’s hips thrust forward, passion making her desperate for Caleb inside of her. One of Caleb’s fingers slipped into her moist channel. She cried out, her hips moving in rhythm, riding Caleb’s fingers. He slipped his fingers slick with her moisture out of her channel and traced a line to her anus, teasing the sensitive hole. Lily didn’t fight the moan that escaped her lips. Caleb moved around the front of her, fastening his lips on the swollen folds of her sex. His tongue snaked out to lick her hot flesh and suck her swollen clit while his fingers slowly massaged her anus. Lily leaned against the dresser, everything fading but the sensation and heat of her body. “You like that?” Caleb murmured.
Lily moaned her reply. She was lost in a world of sensation where only touch and sound mattered. Caleb’s tongue flicked her clit and one finger slid deep into her pussy. Her legs shook. Caleb slowly traced back to her tight hole and slowly inserted a finger. She exploded into a million pieces, her hips bucking against the penetration while muscles contracted around Caleb’s finger in wave after wave of ecstasy. His mouth didn’t leave her hot sex and his finger slid out and then back in her tight hole, sending her over the edge again. She came in hard shattering blows that stole her breath.
When she opened her eyes, Caleb had wrapped his arms around her, his face pressed to her stomach. “Oh my God,” she whispered. He kissed her stomach and without a word, his gaze locked with hers, he stood and entered her in one fluid movement. Lily closed her eyes. His cock stretched her walls, filling her, completing her.
“Look at me, Lily.”
She opened her eyes to pleasure slackening his face, awed at the feeling flowing between them. Their gaze locked, his green eyes soft and full. This was more than sex. She wanted to wrap the feeling around them, to hold and treasure it. Treasure him. And then she was coming with him. Her moist walls squeezing his cock, milking him. He threw his head back and then buried his face in the crook of her neck. “Lily,” he murmured against her skin.
Tears pricked her eyes. She hadn’t known it could be like this. He made her feel everything. He made her feel loved. She stroked his back and kissed the sweat off his shoulder, the salty sweat mixing with the remaining chocolate.
“Lily, I…” he whispered and then paused. He pulled away and looked deep into her eyes. Everything was there, the tenderness, the need, pain and… it couldn’t be love. He closed his eyes as though he knew it was too much for her and pulled her close again.
“We’re a mess.” His voice cracked with emotion.
Lily ran her hands up and down his sweat-moistened back. They were wonderful. But she laughed, pushed him away and glanced down at their joined bodies. Dark and milk chocolate blended into smudged brown swirls. She laughed and leaned into him. “Right now I’m too tired to care.”
“Tired?”
“Satisfied.”
He kissed the top of her head and pulled her into a tighter embrace. Lily closed her eyes. She was made of practical stuff, but somehow, the only word that came to mind to describe being with Caleb was magical. She pulled back, hating the empty feeling as they parted. “Race you to the shower, hot stuff.”
Caleb followed her down the hall and into the bathroom. Lily pulled back the curtain and turned on the water then smiled when Caleb whistled.
She turned, raising one brow.
“What? Just enjoying the view.” He reached and hooked her with one arm, drawing her close. She enjoyed the prickle of anticipation racing through her body as his mouth slowly descended. Would she ever get enough of his taste, of the feel of his lips against hers?
His mouth gently teased her while his fingers tangled in her hair, the other snaking down to cup her ass. She explored the contours of his back, laced her fingers in his hair, pressing him close, his cock hardening against her hip and Caleb slanted his mouth, his tongue probing, demanding. Her inner thighs tingled and need built deep inside her.
Caleb pulled away and gently bit her bottom lip. “If we’re not careful, we’re going to have to take a cold shower.”
“I don’t know about you, but I’ve had enough of those already this weekend.”
Caleb lifted an eyebrow and stepped into the shower, extending his hand. “Do tell.”
Lily gripped his hand and stepped over the tub. “A lady must have her secrets.”
Warm spray hit Lily’s chest before Caleb stepped between her and the shower head. “Hot enough?” he asked.
She traced the rivulets of water running down his chest and moistening the sprinkling of hair. “Absolutely.” Her voice surprised her, low and seductive. She stepped closer, her hands roaming Caleb’s body, now slick with water. She licked his shoulder, the taste of sweat and water sending a primal need to her core. She reached down to cup his balls. “You are work of art, Caleb Anderson.”
“And you are sex maniac, Lily Anderson. To think, you were worried about me.”
Despite herself, a thrill traced her spine at the
sound of his last name appended to hers. She reached out and gently pinched one of his nipples in answer.
“Ouch. Two can play at that game you know.” He traced her areola and then gently flicked one nipple.
Her need intensified. “I want you again.”
“Already? You’ll be the death of me, lady.” Caleb teased as his cock swelled between them. Caleb reached behind him and came back with a wash cloth. “First things first, it was a cleaning you wanted, it’s a cleaning you will get.”
Lily shivered as Caleb worked the liquid soap into the washcloth and then ran it over her shoulder and down her arm. He stepped closer so his thigh pressed against her clit.
“You know I didn’t realize how dirty you were,” he muttered. “I’ll have to be thorough.”
A gasp died in Lily’s throat as Caleb brought the washcloth over her shoulder to her breast, the cloth rough against her erect nipples. He circled each globe and then moved down her stomach in slow seductive spirals. Lily reached to the tile wall to steady herself when the washcloth ran slowly over her ass. Caleb leaned over and nibbled her ear. “Did I ever tell you what a perfect behind you have?”
Lily shuddered as the washcloth snaked between her legs, teasing first her clitoris and then her anus and sending shockwaves of desire through her.
“Oh, Caleb.” He knelt down in front of her, running the soapy washcloth first down one thigh, then balancing her foot on his leg, he washed her foot. “You know in some cultures…” Lily began but the words died in her throat as the cloth made its way up her inner thigh toward her throbbing sex. With a feather light touch, the cloth brushed over the dark curls between her legs, but managed to fire her nerve-endings into overdrive.
Ignoring her gasp of pleasure, Caleb moved down the other leg to repeat the treatment. If it was possible to die from sensory overload, her life was in danger. Her skin was alive to his touch.
“Now that you’re clean it’s time to rinse.” Caleb’s voice deepened, became strained. He unhooked the shower head and rinsed Lily’s hair and shoulders, and then the washcloth. She watched him wring it out through lust-blurred vision. He adjusted the pulsing water and ran the wand over her breasts, following with the lick of the washcloth.
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