I chewed my bottom lip. “You really don’t care.”
“No, I really don’t care.”
“Okay. At least, let me clean it up with a tissue.”
He let go of me and stepped away. “Okay, if it’s going to make you feel better.”
I quickly picked up the food and cleaned up using the paper napkins and water. Fortunately, it was only lemon squid so I managed to get it looking almost back to what it was. Hopefully, when it dried it wouldn’t show at all.
“There,” I said, with satisfaction. “That’s better.”
“Feel better?” he asked, watching me expressionlessly.
“Yup.” I popped myself back down on the sofa. We still had some dumplings left and they must be cold by now and the last thing I wanted to do was eat, I leaned forward and reached for them. Through it all I could feel his gaze on me ... watching me, and it made me burn.
“Do you enjoy working at the flower shop?” he asked.
I nodded. “I do. I’m afraid I’m not very ambitious.”
“Why do you care about ambition?” he asked. “You should care more about being happy.”
I turned to face him, absolutely loving the conviction in his tone at his words.
“I know,” I said. “But the expectations of your loved ones are a heavy burden to carry. Plus, I’m adopted, and I know I shouldn’t be saying this, but I feel a bit more indebted to them than I probably would have if they were my biological parents.”
“I completely understand.” Then he leaned forward and without a word, tucked my hair behind my ears as though it was an abominable obstruction to his view of my face. Then he gazed at me with such love in his eyes that I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Why do you look at me like that?” I asked.
“Like how?” he asked.
I forced myself not to hold back. “Like you ... adore me.”
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“I do … adore you,” he said quietly.
His answer shocked and confused me. I distinctively felt as that was not the first time I was hearing those words from him. He’d said those exact words to me before and I had said something similar back. But of course, he hadn’t and neither had I. I must be mistaken, but I couldn’t help feeling as if I was dealing with something I couldn’t understand. There was also the sense of danger, as if I was stumbling about in the dark and there were monsters prowling all around me.
“I’m done,” I said, jumping to my feet. “I should leave so that you can get back to work.”
He rose with me, and began to assist me in putting away the used boxes. He wrapped it all in a plastic bag and as he headed over to a corner to deposit it in the wastepaper basket I headed over to his windows. I wanted to leave, but I couldn’t help myself. The view was so striking. I had never seen Folsom from this high up before.
“This is beautiful,” I said.
“It’s even better when you look at it with the lights off,” I heard him say from behind me. The monsters were waiting in the dark. I didn’t turn around to face him.
“Could you turn the lights off then? I want to see it.”
A second later, I heard a click and the entire room was thrown into darkness, offset only by the illumination of the town’s skyline beyond.
I heard him come up to me. Just as I had expected and hoped, he stood behind me. He was so close I could feel lovely heat from his body.
As though programmed to respond, I took a step backwards, and leaned my frame into his.
His arms encircled my waist, and I couldn’t ignore the fact that I felt more at home in his embrace, than I ever had in my own body. We both watched the skyline lit by thousands and thousands of little lights, and didn’t say a word. Simply content to bask in each other’s presence. But as my awe at the splendor of the skyline before me began to fade into the background, I became more and more aware of the hard solidity of his body. I had never leaned on a man like this and it felt so damn good.
The sweet ache in my core that had made my nerves taut with tension all evening, began to intensify. My fingers began to stroke the skin of his arms, and in response his arms tightened around me. I didn’t know how to ask for what I wanted. I wished I was Sandra. She would have just turned around, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him naturally, but me. I was frozen to the spot.
I battled internally with myself: how to delicately let him know that I wanted him to fuck me out of my mind, and when I couldn’t find the guts I gave up with a sigh.
It was time to leave anyway. I tried to pull out of his hold, but he wouldn’t let me go. His arms were underneath my breasts now and with the way they were bunched up, he might as well have been touching them.
Suddenly, I found my courage. What did I have to lose? I began to slowly grind my ass into the bulge in his pants, and before long, my effect on him was apparent. He became as hard as rock.
I moved my hands from his arms and wrapped them around his neck. My chest jutted forward, as my gyration against his groin continued. My intention couldn’t be clearer.
“Touch me,” I groaned.
He leaned down to place a soft kiss on the skin that shielded the pulse in my neck. Then his arms loosened, and began to move up the outline of my body towards my breasts. The sinking of his hands into the soft swells of my breasts was so intimate and erotic, I was convinced that it was enough to make me orgasm right then, but I bit my lip and hung on.
He ran his palms lightly against my hardened nipples.
The agonizing ache between my legs intensified, and my whole body began to pulse with anticipation. When his hands covered my heavy and tender breasts through the cotton material, I felt as if I was being pulled into a trance of pure arousal. The pads of his thumbs circled and stroked my nipples as I writhed helplessly against him. I was beyond logic or rational thinking. Instead a primitive, almost animal instinct took over.
Which was good because if I had thought about what I was doing I would most probably talk myself out of it; I didn’t know him enough ... it was too soon. The attraction I felt to this man was overwhelming, and the build up inside me was agonizing, excruciating, almost unbearable. I needed some sort of release, and he was the only one that could give it to me.
I found the courage to turn around and meet his gaze.
The dark made it easier, easier for me to watch him as boldly as I wanted to. The shadows in the room fell softly on his face, but through it all, the ocean blue of his gaze remained piercing, boring into the depths of mine.
I slanted my head and kissed him, deeply and passionately, until it felt as if my bones had begun to melt inside of my body. I clung to him just for the ability to remain on my feet. As my breathing grew harsher he fanned my clawing need with the sensual languid strokes of his tongue.
Our breathing filled the quiet room, the pattern harsh and ragged, and it turned me on even more. When I pulled away from his lips, I traced hot, needy kisses along his jaw and down to his neck. I couldn’t think. I was like an animal. Feral. Shameless. Greedy. I needed to have his bare, heated skin on mine. My hands went to the first button of his shirt and began to desperately unfasten it. His hands closed around my wrists and stopped me. He couldn’t speak immediately, so I watched his lowered head and shut eyes as he tried to get himself under control enough.
I was just as flustered, my heart pounding violently in my chest.
“Willow,” he whispered. “Let’s not go any further. Anymore, and I won’t be able to control myself.”
My heart skipped several beats at his words. He was restraining himself on my account. “I don’t want you to control yourself. Do whatever you want to me.”
His eyes shot open to meet mine. They were dark with longing, and somewhat filled with lust at the explicit permission I’d just granted for him to do whatever he wanted to with me.
“Are you sure?” he asked softly, as if he didn’t believe h
is own ears.
I nodded. “I am.”
But he still hesitated, his hands tightening around my wrists. “You’re sure we’re not moving too fast?”
I took a step back away from him, and the moment he let me go I grabbed the ends of my shirt and pulled it over my head. In the dimness of the room, I caught the hunger in his eyes. It glittered. I could never have in a million years realized then what I’d just signed up for. Before much could register, I was caught in his arms and my feet cleared off the floor. I gasped with shock at the suddenness of his attack.
“Hold on tight,” he said, his voice deeper and raspier than I had ever heard it. With his hands firm underneath my thighs, he locked my legs around his waist. My entire body tingled. I could feel the heat of his body through our clothes. It made my open, wet pussy tingle.
He began to move, with me clinging to him and with his eyes heavy lidded with sensuous anticipation. He carried me to his desk and without taking his eyes off me, he swiped away the crazy mess on it, and deposited me on the surface.
His hands worked the clasps of my bra and the lacy material was unceremoniously tugged down my arms.
A little fear struck my heart then. I had the sensation I’d been put on a desk before. Not by him. Someone else, but I didn’t know who. It felt real, but maybe it was just a dream. A bad dream. I was crying and saying no. I swallowed hard. Some of the lust was suddenly gone, but I couldn’t really say no. It was too late to go back. I wasn’t a cock tease. His mouth closed around one of my breasts and the memory or dream of … of being raped on a desk went away.
I completely lost myself.
My head fell backwards as he sucked hard on the hard bud. I wanted to call out his name, but I’d forgotten it, and mine for that matter. It was as though my brain had disintegrated, as I gradually lost control over my own body.
His mouth moved from one breast to the other, molding the supple flesh in his hands and sucking feverishly as though he worshipped me. He bit them and I moaned. Waves of sensation washed over me. I knew I was close to climaxing. When I thought I was close to orgasm, he moved away from my nipples altogether and began to trace kisses down my torso. I watched as he headed downwards. I was completely overwhelmed with the need to come. When he reached the band of my shorts, he returned his gaze to mine and gave a low but sharp command.
“Lock your arms around my neck.”
I immediately obeyed, and without taking my gaze from his he lifted me just slightly off the table. In no time, the band was unfastened and the pull of my zipper rang out across the room. This would be my first time. Well, the first time that I would be aware of. As I had grown up, I had come to realize that I’d been touched before. I instinctively knew how things worked, but I couldn’t remember any of it. Perhaps I’d lost my virginity to some boy during the time my memories were lost.
"You will never regret this,” he muttered, and the emotion in his words struck me.
Tears stung my eyes at the promise, and I couldn’t understand why.
“I will protect you,” he swore as he pulled the shorts from the curve of my ass. “I will take care of you, and I will make sure that you’re the happiest woman on earth.”
I was so shocked by his intense promises I couldn’t speak. He pulled my shorts down my legs, and tossed them aside. My legs were jerked apart, and all I had on before him was a lacy white thong, and I knew that the thong had moved while he was carrying me and it was now stuck between my pussy lips. I wanted to pull it out, but I couldn’t move. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest I could barely breathe. He stared down at the quivering, wet flesh in front of him as if he was mesmerized. Finally, he raised his gaze up to me.
“Oh, Willow. How beautiful you are,” he breathed.
He lowered to his knees, and my heart lurched when I realized what he was about to do. He was going to do that thing that Sandra loved. He was going to eat me out.
My legs instantly tried to close shut but he grabbed the underside of my thighs, and kept them wide apart.
“No, don’t. I’ve been dreaming of this.”
He began to trace hard, heated kisses along the insides of my thighs.
Soon he arrived at my pussy and he pressed his face hard and shamelessly against it. Then he took a good, hard inhale of my sex. Surely, this was not normal. Surely men and women didn’t smell each other like this. I felt myself begin to unravel.
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“Caleb?”
“You smell like heaven, Willow,” he said to me, his voice gruff.
Gripping the lace he pulled it to the side, and I was fully exposed to his hungry eyes. I felt the cool air in the room brush across my sex, and the exposure made me shudder. I had never been so glad then that he had turned the lights off before all of this began. Without warning he opened his lips wide and sucked my entire sex into his mouth. I wanted to shut my legs. This was too intimate … too unnerving, too incredible.
But my sex was trapped inside his mouth, and from the look of things he wasn’t going anywhere. For a while I just felt nothing but pleasure at the sensation of his hot mouth working my entire pussy. My hands violently gripped the edge of the table and my eyes rolled to the back of my head, as intense tremors coursed through me at the erotic stimulation.
“Caleb,” I rasped, but he was just starting.
He moved back slightly and his tongue shot out. He started licking me from the base of my sex, all the way to the engorged bud at the top. He licked me diligently, like a dog licking a plate, as if he was savoring the liquid pouring out of me, as if it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.
His lips closed around my clit and that was my undoing.
The intensity of his suction, coupled with the diligent stroke of his tongue across the immensely sensitive tip, made me almost fly off the table. I grabbed onto his head, trying my hardest to push him away, but at the same time caging him in place with my legs and grinding my pussy into his face.
He ravished me with an insatiable hunger, until my body arched into a deep bow and my hands clawed into his silky hair, as the rolling waves came and swept me away. I saw stars, I saw colors. It was indescribably beautiful. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced. The ecstasy was so intense I felt as if I was outside my body and flying. But eventually, my body collapsed onto the desk and my hips jerked like a caught fish at the aftermath of his onslaught.
With my body spread out across the surface, I slowly became aware of the rapid rise and fall of my chest. “Oh God,” I gasped. He straightened and loomed over me.
I licked my lips. There was a smile across his face as he made quick work of the buttons of his shirt. I watched as he peeled the fabric off his strong, lean body and then once again gripped my thighs.
“Wait, Caleb,” I started to plead. I didn't think that my body could contain the extent of pleasure that he was wreaking through it. I was going to lose my mind.
But before I could say another word, he ripped the tiny soaked thong from my body and flung the scrap of material behind him. One sharp tug and I was hanging just off the edge of the table. To my shock, once again he returned to his knees.
His tongue rimmed between the folds of my sex, and then proceeded to suck feverishly on the pulsing opening of my sex. I cried out when he dipped his tongue into me. Whatever reservations I’d had disappeared like a wisp of smoke in a tornado.
God, I wanted this.
I moaned when the pad of one of his fingers replaced the assault of his tongue and stroked up and down the slit of my sex. Then he thrust it into me, gently and carefully, before pushing it all the way through.
My hips bucked at the delicious intrusion. Lazily, he finger-fucked me. It was maddeningly good. But as I prepared myself to enjoy the sensation, another finger was thrust in. It was a tight fit, but it felt good.
“Yes,” I gasped.
Then he inserted a third.
“Caleb,” I cried out, my head rising off the table.
“Shhh …” he said. “I’m just stretching you, baby. Getting you wet and ready for me.” With three fingers inside me he rose to his feet and swung one arm around my waist to hold me firmly in place.
His fingers began to move expertly inside of me. I was clenched so tightly around those digits I could feel every curve and protrusion of his fingers as he thrust them into the depths of my core. He began with a gentle, lazy motion but then his pace quickened. My hips writhed of their own volition, pumping to meet the rhythm of his drive, then he leaned forward, and began to ram into me fast and hard. My back flew off the table.
“Holy fuck!” I cried out at the heightened burst of pleasure, but he had no intention of stopping or slowing down.
To my horror, I began to gush liquid.
“Caleb, stop!” I half screamed, but he wouldn't listen. And it was a good thing he didn’t because the waves were already coming for me. I grabbed his shoulder and held on for dear life, my nails digging into his skin.
I was mere seconds from an explosion when he lowered his head and sucked my clit into his mouth. He was sucking and ramming mercilessly into me.
Pleasure washed over me in brutal waves and I came with a piercing scream, my hips jerking and rocking maddeningly into his relentless tongue. But still he didn’t stop or move away until I collapsed back onto the table.
“Oh God,” I cried out, tears burning my eyes. I could register nothing beyond the violent trembling of my body and the erratic pounding of my heart.
He lapped at me, greedily licking up every bit of my cream. The velvety pressure of his tongue, prolonged my torment. Still, he knew to keep away from my clit. It felt so swollen and sensitive I could feel the warm air he exhaled as he breathed over it. When he had cleaned me up he rose to his feet, and grabbing my arms, pulling me to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck.
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