Page 59 of Second Chance Fate (Hope Falls: Brewed Awakenings #5)
When she lifted her gaze, she read the confusion in his furrowed brow before it even formed into a question.
With a half-smile that felt foreign on her lips but thrilling all the same, she pressed a hand to his chest and pushed him back against the tile wall.
The movement startled him into stillness for a moment—then he caught on quickly, watching with darkening eyes as she knelt before him on the wet tile.
His mouth opened as if he was going to say something—a word of caution or gratitude or both—but the sound unraveled into a low moan as she curled her fingers tightly around his shaft, then covered his engorged tip with her lips.
The smooth, taut skin of his shaft slid between her lips as she pulled him into the wet suction of her mouth.
She stroked him with one hand while the other gripped his thigh, feeling the muscles tense and release under her fingertips.
He looked down at her, eyes glazed with desire, watching as he disappeared between her lips over and over again.
He placed his hand on the back of her head, and his breath hitched as he guided her toward him to take him deeper.
She gagged as the head of his crown hit the back of her throat.
He swelled in her mouth and responded with a guttural groan and staggered breath, sending a vibration pulsing between her legs.
His response emboldened and aroused her.
She relaxed her throat as his fingertips gripped her scalp, and he pushed her head with enough force that she gagged slightly.
Pressure built low in her belly as she practically swallowed him whole, taking him deeper than she thought was possible, causing her to choke before she moved her mouth back up his shaft and curled her tongue in a swirl at the crown of his head and then repeated the action.
She lost herself in the rhythm of her sucking and stroking, loving the sensation of him growing larger and larger inside her mouth until she could barely even breathe.
Just when she saw a vein in the base of his shaft spurt with release, he picked her up from her knees and spun her around so she was facing the shower wall.
Her hands splayed on the marble slab, and she felt her legs being spread apart by Caleb’s. His hands tilted her hips up, and she felt the pressure of his mushroom head against her opening.
His lips brushed her ear as his gravelly voice gritted out, “That felt good, too good. I want to be inside of you when I come. Is that what you want?”
She loved his voice. It turned her on so much.
She’d never known that was a thing she liked, but his voice did things to her.
It didn’t even have to be particularly dirty talk, although she was pretty sure she’d be a fan of that, too.
But just hearing the deep, rough sound of his voice sent shockwaves of bliss through her.
As much as she wished she could return the favor and speak, her throat was clogged with lust. Instead, her response came out in a whisper: “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
C aleb had never felt this level of connection with another person.
He and Taylor hadn’t even been married two weeks, but he truly couldn’t remember what his life was without her in it.
He’d spent the past few years watching his friends fall in love around him, and he had started to believe that it would never happen for him.
But all this time, she was there. If he’d known all he had to do was wait, he would have gladly done it every day without complaint.
This truly was a lesson to him that no one knows what is right around the corner.
It seemed silly to him now that he’d even considered settling down with anyone else.
“Please,” she begged as her back arched.
Her movement caused the head of his cock to nudge past the resistance of her slit.
Once he felt that, he couldn’t hold back any longer.
He sank into her slowly, stretching her open, until his hips were flush against her backside and he filled her completely, his cock completely surrounded by her slick, tight heat.
He froze, staying completely still as he lowered his forehead so it was resting between her shoulder blades before nuzzling it into the side of her neck.
He kept one hand holding her hip while the other was braced flat on the marble tile.
Every muscle in his thighs and stomach tensed as he fought to remain perfectly still, letting them both acclimate to the sensation—her to the fullness of him inside, and Caleb to the overwhelming urge to drive into her with a savage, primal force that would cause him to go over the edge in less than a single pump.
His heart pounded wildly in his chest as his length pulsed hard and hot with need, buried within her slippery folds.
When a whimper escaped Taylor’s throat and her hips rocked back against him, Caleb began to move, slow at first—testing her, teasing her, letting every inch of him drag and sink in again until she arched into the push with a desperate whimper.
When he felt her knees buckle, his fingertips dug into her hips to hold her up.
The pounding water from the showerhead was white noise, but it couldn’t drown out the slick rhythm of their bodies or the ragged, needy breaths that echoed off the marble slabs.
Taylor gripped the edge of the soap ledge for leverage, her knuckles straining pale white.
The slap of skin on skin grew louder as he quickened his pace.
Each thrust into her snug canal sent tiny aftershocks rippling up his spine; each retreat only served to build the pressure of his release.
He was lost in her—lost in the way her body clamped down around him each time he bottomed out, squeezing him tighter than a fist.
“You feel so good,” he growled against her ear.
She answered with a whimpered moan and tried to rock her hips onto him harder. He could feel the tremors building in Taylor—the staccato tremble of her thighs, the way her breath came in ragged gasps. He found himself teetering on the brink and was not about to go over the edge without her.
Caleb’s hand slid down her stomach and slipped boldly between her thighs, his palm splaying across her mound as his fingers sought out her most sensitive place.
The rough pad of his finger grazed her clit in a slow, deliberate circle—once, twice, a third time.
He was trying to draw the experience out, but it became damn near impossible as she clenched around him in response to his touch, the involuntary spasms of pleasure milking him.
A guttural moan tore from Caleb’s throat, echoing through the steamy haze of the shower.
He barely recognized the sound as his own—it was too primitive, too raw, too feral.
The sound that bounced off the shower walls and mingled with the hiss of water and their ragged breaths and the slap of flesh meeting flesh.
He held her harder, hips grinding in time with the frantic beat of his pulse, sweat slick beneath the spray even as cooling water sluiced it away.
With every thrust he could feel the pressure mounting inside him—a wild energy that threatened to spill over with each clench of her body around his cock.
The sensation was dizzying, white-hot; it was all he could do to keep his movements controlled, to stave off the explosion he so badly craved just a few seconds longer.
But she made it impossible. His name was on her lips as she begged him not to stop in a whispered plea.
His middle finger began to flick a little faster over her pleasure nub, and as he fucked her harder, he whispered how good she felt, how tight she was, against her ear.
That was all it took for her to come apart.
He felt it in the way her muscles went rigid, then spasmed around him in uneven waves.
Her entire body went from bowstring-taut to shaking with need.
Caleb felt her inner walls clench down on him, and it nearly undid him. He gritted his jaw, desperate to hold back a few seconds longer, but her body gripped him like a vise—slick heat squeezing him with every ripple of pleasure humming through her. Taylor’s entire form trembled and quaked.
The control he’d worked so hard to maintain snapped like a brittle thread.
His own orgasm hit with the force of a seismic event—heat coiling deep in his belly before detonating outward in an explosive rush that left him gasping for air.
His vision whited out for an instant as pure sensation overtook everything else, pleasure wracking him so intensely he lost himself in it as the relentless rush of his orgasm ripped free.
He buried himself deep inside her as his climax overtook him; his hands clamped down on her hips, holding tight to anchor them both as he pulsed inside of her in hot spurts. Caleb’s moan was strangled and rough as he spilled into her until the aftershocks settled through every nerve ending.
For a suspended moment, neither of them moved—still joined together under the relentless hiss of the showerhead—both recovering from the intensity.
Taylor’s breath came in shallow gasps, each one shuddering through her small frame; Caleb buried his face in the curve of her neck and just held her, his heart hammering so loud and strong in his chest he was sure she could hear it and feel it.
His grip on reality returned slowly. The world reassembled itself around them with startling clarity: the warmth of Taylor’s skin beneath his palms; the sting of hot water running over their bodies; his own ragged breathing softening into something more human.
Lifting his head, he brushed Taylor’s wet hair to the side and pressed a kiss to the slope of her neck that meets her shoulder—a silent thank you or maybe an apology for how absolutely wrecked she’d just made him.
Reluctantly, he pulled himself out of her. If it were up to him, he’d happily remain inside of her for the rest of his life. She turned around to face him, and her lids appeared heavy as she blinked slowly.
“Was that too much?” He brushed her hair off her face. “Are you okay?”
Her smile pulled at the edges of her lips, and her eyes lifted to meet his. They were glassy in appearance, and if he didn’t know any better, he’d swear that she was drunk. “I’m great. In fact, I’ve never felt better.”
He loved that he was the one who put that intoxicated smile on her face. And he really loved that he had a legally binding document saying he had the honor of being the man who got to put that smile on her face every day for the rest of his life.