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by Ruth D. Kerce


  Her eyes opened, and their gazes met. She looked incredibly sexy, needy, a little vulnerable. And all mine. He dipped his head between her legs and licked, his tongue intimately exploring her wet, delicious cunt.

  A squeal of pleasure exploded out of her. She bucked her hips, her body demanding to be sated. “Oh, yes. Please! More!”

  He gave it to her. With light swipes of his tongue, he tasted every inch of her pussy. Whenever he felt her getting close to climaxing, he’d pause and let her come back down.

  “Caleb, keep licking me. I want to come!”

  He knew making her wait, teasing her body mercilessly, would create a more powerful orgasm in the end. “You want to come, baby? Beg me for it.” His tongue lightly circled her clit, causing her body to shake.

  “Oh! Ah! Please, please, Caleb.”

  With her on the edge, he felt incredibly powerful. Sexually in control of her. He sucked and nibbled her clit, making her crazy, making her cry out in need. Now, he’d give her what she wanted.

  “Caleb! Yes!” Her fingers gripped the sheets. She arched and gasped, squirming on the mattress. “Oh, oh, oh!” As he continued sucking her sensitive bud, her voice got higher and shriller. Her whole body spasmed, finally exploding in a massive climax.

  Ah, yeah, baby. He’d definitely rocked her world. She would remember that orgasm for a long while. With a soft moan, she finally relaxed beneath him, and he raised his head.

  While she lay recovering, he wiped his face then dug inside the nightstand drawer. She didn’t even open her eyes at the sound of him moving around, just lay there breathing hard.

  He needed to know how it felt to be gloved inside her cunt, and he couldn’t wait any longer. He covered his shaft with a condom then positioned himself. Now that she’d been sated, she might have second thoughts about continuing. He didn’t intend to give her the extra time to think about it. If that made him a bastard, then so be it. Without a word, he pushed his cock into her before she could change her mind about giving up her virginity. He plunged deep, breaking through her barrier.

  Ali stiffened, and her eyes flew open.

  He groaned. “Oh, fuck.” Tight. Hot. Wet.

  She grabbed his arms, and her nails dug into his skin.

  The pain barely registered. Her pussy felt too good, her internal muscles gripping him like an iron fist. After he got himself under some control, he stared down into her wide eyes. “Are you okay?” He was careful not to move, to let her get used to the feel of him inside her. It almost killed him not to plunge repeatedly into her body, but he restrained himself, trying not to become the savage, yet, that called out to his baser instincts.

  At his question, Ali nodded. That’s about all she could do. So many feelings and emotions flooded through her. She felt completely…full…with Caleb inside her. He was so big! And though his eyes looked caring, she recognized the banked fire behind the look.

  The orgasm she’d experienced from his intimate licking had been like nothing she’d ever felt from her own hand. His entry had hurt more than she’d expected, but the pain was now slowly fading.

  When she looked into his eyes, she felt a part of him. Okay, so that sounded like some silly storybook romance line, but she hadn’t expected such intense emotion to accompany their physical joining.

  “Ali?”

  Carefully, she wrapped her legs around his hips to let him know that she still wanted him. He sank deeper inside her, and they both gasped. This time, her reaction came from pleasure, not pain. She raked her nails down his back and smiled when he shivered. This first time, with this man, she’d never forget.

  “I’m okay, Caleb. You don’t have to hold back.” She wanted a great experience, but she really wanted him to have a great experience too. That’s how she wanted him to remember her and this night, as a hot and sensual encounter.

  He moved his hips forward and back, easily and slowly. His tongue traced the shell of her ear. “You’re so tight, Ali. Being inside you, fucking you, feels incredible.”

  Oh, yes! Oh, goodness! The slight curve of his cock touched all her sensitive points when he pushed deep. She turned her head and kissed him. Their tongues touched and caressed. She tasted her own cum still lingering in his mouth. She actually enjoyed the flavor and swirled her tongue, trying to get more. Her legs tightened, and she pushed up against him.

  He moaned and lowered his head to her neck, licking and kissing her heated flesh. He slowed his movements.

  “Don’t hold back,” she repeated. “I need you. Fuck me!” The plea she heard in her own voice surprised her. But she spoke the truth. She hungered for more. More of him. More of everything.

  Caleb untangled her arms from around his shoulders. He pressed her hands down to the mattress on either side of her head and wrapped his fingers around her wrists. When he raised his head, his eyes burned into hers. “You want me to take you like some animal? Is that it?”

  “Yes,” she breathed out raggedly, her heart rate jumping. “I do. Fuck me, Caleb. Hard.”

  Caleb’s blood rushed through his veins. She wanted it. He’d give it to her. His mouth swooped down on hers, and his tongue plundered her mouth, sweeping inside, tasting, commanding, taking what he craved. And giving back what she seemed to crave in return.

  He pulled away, stared into Ali’s desire-filled gaze and tightened his hold on her wrists. He pushed his cock deeply into her body, withdrew then plunged back in hard.

  She gasped.

  He groaned from the pure pleasure of fucking this woman. He withdrew halfway and stared into her eyes. When her lips parted to draw in a deep breath, he thrust into her again. Harder.

  This time her gasp was louder, sharper.

  Yeah. She did get off on being fucked hard, rough. With a growl of savage need, he pumped his hips, plunging into her like a man starved for a woman’s body. For her body. Over and over, he thrust into her. Harder and harder. He couldn’t get deep enough.

  “Yes, Caleb!”

  Her body spasmed around his. Her back arched, and cries of pleasure spilled from her lips. “Ohh!”

  The sound of skin slapping against skin, along with her moans and heavy breathing, sent a wave of pure lust through him. When his eyes locked with hers, a deeper connection hit him than he’d ever expected. “Ali…” Her name tore from his lips.

  Caleb released her wrists. He pinched her nipples, and she cried out again, louder, arched her back tighter. “That’s right. Keep coming, baby.”

  “Yes!”

  He pumped his hips faster, knowing she had more in her to give. Her cries of passion and the beautiful flush of sexual excitement on her body made him crave to give her as strong a climax as possible.

  “I love it, Caleb! More!”

  When she came a third time and screamed his name in her ecstasy, he lost it. “Oh, fuck!” A roar exploded from him as his body crested, and he toppled over the edge to join her in a climax so strong he nearly passed out.

  They both lay gasping, trying to regain their breath. Finally, Caleb rolled off her. He took care of the condom then returned to the bed and dragged Ali against his side. “Are you okay?” His own limbs still felt shaky.

  “Better than okay,” she answered, her voice sounded winded.

  “Sore?”

  “Not that I can feel. All I feel right now is exhausted bliss.” She glanced up at him with tears in her eyes.

  He sucked in a sharp breath and didn’t know what to say. He caressed her back and hip. “You’ll feel it in the morning. Get some sleep.” Emotions roiled inside him—caring, possession, need, protectiveness. Somehow, he felt the urge to say something more, something soft and soothing, to her. “Ali?”

  When she didn’t answer, he glanced into her face. Sound asleep.

  Thinking about their night together, he pulled away from her and walked into the bathroom. After taking a leak and cleaning himself up, he grabbed a washcloth, ran lukewarm water over the cloth then squeezed it out. With a second, dry washcloth, he ret
urned to the bedroom. What he couldn’t put into words, he could express with at least a small amount of kindness.

  Carefully, so as not to wake her, he cleaned her body. He hoped she wouldn’t be too sore in the morning. The way she lay on the bed reminded him of an angel. The way she’d fucked him and begged for more was closer to pure sin.

  He deposited the washcloths in the laundry basket then returned to stretch out beside her. He drew her closer and covered them both with the sheet and blanket.

  No way was he letting this woman just walk out of his life. She might have only planned to lose her virginity tonight then go back to her everyday life without him, but he’d find some way to change her mind. He’d never come so hard with a woman, and he intended to have more than just one weekend of pleasure.

  * * * * *

  Caleb’s eyes slowly opened, and he stretched languidly under the covers. He glanced toward the rays coming through the window. Normally, he hated mornings. Today, he looked forward to greeting the sun. A smile crossed his face. What a great night. He hadn’t felt so content after a bout of sex in a long while. He turned onto his side, reaching for Ali at the same time.

  The bed was empty.

  He bolted upright. His gaze swept the room. Everything lay still and quiet. Her clothes were gone. He looked at the clock. Almost eight. Early. He plopped back down, and a wave of depression took hold.

  Ali was gone. For how long, he wondered? He’d been so sated that he’d slept right through until morning.

  “Well, okay, fine,” he mumbled to himself, suddenly not so excited about the day after all. “It’s over.” She’d wanted her cherry popped. He’d done it. She’d left. Case closed. Except, damn it, he couldn’t get her out of his mind and didn’t want to just let her go.

  He cringed, thinking how she might have allowed Ed Morton the same access to her body. She was one unique lady. She deserved the best of everything in her life. He was certainly far from the best, but somehow she made him want to be better. For her.

  Fuck. He shook his head. Sex. That’s all this was. Don’t make the encounter into anything more, he told himself. Just because she embodied what he craved in a woman didn’t mean their sleeping together might have grown into something more than physical if she’d stuck around. He admired her and enjoyed their time together. The sex had been fantastic. But he couldn’t even really call her a friend. They didn’t know each other well enough.

  The smell of fresh coffee caught his attention. “What the hell?” He tossed back the covers. Was it possible?

  After pulling on his robe, he followed the aroma to the kitchen. Ali sat at the table.

  She hadn’t left him. He felt like shouting “Yes”.

  He stepped inside the arched entry. “Um, hi.” Her clothes were different. She must have gone home, changed and then came back. He liked that she came back.

  Her gaze snapped up to his. “Oh, hi.” She scrambled up from the table. “Would you like some coffee?”

  He slid into a seat. “Please. You left?”

  She shrugged. “I went home, took a bath and changed clothes. I wasn’t sure you’d want me here this morning. But then I felt strange about leaving without saying anything.” She set a cup of coffee in front of him. “So I came back.”

  “Why would you think I wouldn’t want you here? We could have showered together this morning. I’d love to slide my hands over your wet body and help you wash every inch of soft skin.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

  “Mmm, that does sound nice.” A smile tugged at her lips. “I guess I just didn’t want to intrude too much on your life.”

  “You’re the one who wanted the weekend.” When she frowned, he realized how that sounded. “And I want the weekend too. The whole weekend.”

  Her smile widened.

  Beautiful. The fact that she’d returned and made herself comfortable in his kitchen gave him a warm feeling inside. Her presence made everything seem nicely domestic, like he lived in a real home instead of just a house. “Sit with me.”

  She sat across from him at the small oak table.

  Suddenly wondering if another reason might exist for her leaving, concern rolled through him. “You are okay, right? I didn’t hurt you last night, did I?” At one point, he’d been pretty rough with her.

  “No, of course not.” She reached for his hands. “You were great, Caleb. Making love with you was better than I ever imagined.”

  Making love—that’s how she viewed it. He didn’t know what to think. They’d fucked, pure and simple. But somehow…it did seem to be more than that.

  “Thank you so much for everything.”

  He didn’t know what to say. He cleared his throat, thinking he needed to say something profound, but came up empty. When he pulled his hands away, feeling inadequate, her smile faded and she actually looked hurt. An arrow of pain lodged in his heart.

  Ali sat looking at her hands atop the table, not knowing what to say. Her body felt sated, but her emotions were one big jumble today. She’d love to explore a real relationship with Caleb, but she knew that kind of thing scared men off, so she wasn’t about to say anything. They’d only spent one night together, after all. She didn’t want to make him feel invaded or trapped or whatever a man felt when a woman pushed into his life too quickly.

  Everything had gone great last night. She’d never forget the way he’d made her feel. She found it amazing, though, how the light of day could make things feel so unsettled.

  She sighed and looked up at him, getting more confused by the moment. First, he’d tried to shoo her away, not wanting to sleep with her. Now, he seemed to want her around. Had their intimacy changed him? Or was that simply wishful thinking on her part? She didn’t know. She only knew that making love with him had certainly changed her.

  “Ali.” He smiled gently. “This weekend is for fun, so let’s have fun and not worry about anything else for now.” He stood up and pulled her out of the chair. “Okay?”

  He’d obviously picked up on her turbulent emotions. “Okay.” When he hugged her tightly, she wrapped her arms around him. She’d enjoy all the time she could with Caleb and make some lifetime memories for herself this weekend. After that, she’d deal with whatever happened.

  Chapter Four

  As dusk settled outside, casting shadows around the room, Ali plopped down on Caleb’s couch, feeling content. They’d spent a wonderful day together.

  Caleb tossed his keys on the coffee table then flipped on a lamp. “Did you like the motorcycle ride?”

  “I loved it.” She’d felt completely free riding behind him. What a thrill! In fact, she’d felt so alive today with Caleb that returning to her old, mundane life as a librarian held little appeal.

  “Thanks for taking me by the motorcycle shop. It was interesting to see where you work. The place looked bigger on the inside than it appeared from the street.”

  “I’m glad you liked it. We added on to the back end last year. One day I hope to solely own the shop and even expand to more cities in the area.”

  His eyes lit up as he spoke. She admired his passion for something he obviously loved.

  “And now…” He tugged her to her feet. “My sexy beauty, enough about business.” He cupped her cheek, stroking her skin with his thumb.

  His words and touch took her breath away. Heck, just one look from him, with those “let’s fuck” eyes, made her melt.

  “The weekend isn’t over yet. So what do you want to do? Lady’s choice.”

  She chewed at her bottom lip a moment then released it. She knew exactly what she wanted, and she intended to let him know too before her time with him ended. “I want to learn how to properly…suck your dick.”

  His eyes widened, and a burst of husky laughter escaped him. “Oh, fuck, yeah.” He grabbed her hand. “Come on.”

  Caleb brought out a more sensual side of her personality than she had ever realized existed, even in her fantasies. She followed him into the bedroom, eager to continue their erotic
weekend.

  A thought struck her. “Um, Caleb.” She tugged a moment on his hand. “Wait. You don’t think I’m just all sex crazed or something, do you?” she blurted. She wanted him to think of her as more than simply a warm body in his bed. Strange, actually, considering the dynamics of their relationship and what she’d originally approached him for, if you could even call what they had a relationship.

  He sat down on the bed and laughed. And laughed. He held his stomach.

  Somehow, she didn’t find this all that funny. “Caleb!” She slapped at his shoulder. “Stop already.” She didn’t know if he was laughing at her, what she’d said or the whole situation.

  “You, Ali, are a real jewel.”

  “What?” A jewel? That was a good thing, right?

  He pulled her down beside him. “I haven’t had such fun with someone in a long while.”

  “Truly?” Her whole body warmed.

  “Truly.”

  She saw the honesty of his words in his eyes and in the smile on his face. She felt much the same about him. She’d needed excitement and fun in her life, and he had filled that need. She doubted she’d ever grow tired of a man like Caleb.

  Feeling secure and confident, she reached for the button on his jeans. “Show me how to suck you off.”

  “You bet.” He pulled his shirt over his head while Ali unzipped him. With her help, he shucked his jeans and briefs. He wrapped her hand around his semi-hard length. “Touch my dick, Ali. All over.”

  She knelt down on the carpet and lightly moved her fingers over him, examining the length, breadth and ridges of him with interest. She marveled at how much pleasure this one incredible organ had given her. Taking her time, she savored the feel of him. Velvet over steel. Pure male power.

  Unable to wait any longer, she leaned over and kissed the tip of his cock. When he groaned, she lightly fingered his balls, wanting to increase his pleasure as much as possible.

  “Ah, yeah. Nice and gentle. Lick my dick, Ali. I want to feel your tongue sliding down my shaft.”

  Her tongue darted out and stroked across the wide head of his purplish-red cock then eased down his long, thick shaft. She felt him stiffen and glanced up into his eyes.

 

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