Page 67 of Second Chance Fate (Hope Falls: Brewed Awakenings #5)
Sensing her frustration and knowing she needed more, he turned her around and slowly unzipped her dress, then brushed the hair falling down her back to the side and trailed featherlight kisses at the base of her neck.
Her breathing was beginning to grow choppier as he turned her back around to face him.
He slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders and down her arms, revealing her lacy white bra beneath.
The fabric fell off her body, pooling at her feet, and she stepped out of it.
As she stood in front of him wearing a matching white lace bra and panties, his eyes greedily devoured her, eating up every inch of her body.
He couldn’t believe that she was his wife.
Her hourglass figure was every man’s fantasy, or at least his.
She was plucked right out of his wet dream, but this was his reality.
Taylor stared up at him with a look of complete trust and vulnerability that caused Caleb’s heart to pound wildly against his ribcage as their breaths grew more and more shallow in a soundtrack uniquely their own, cocooning them.
Caleb took two steps forward, and Taylor instinctively retreated.
He continued his pursuit until her back was against the wall and he stood in front of her, caging her in place.
As she stared up at him, her chest was moving up and down in rapid breaths.
He lifted his arms and dragged the tips of his fingers across her soft, smooth shoulders, down her arms, past her wrists, and finally over her knuckles.
She lifted her hands so that her palms faced his, and she pressed hers to his as their fingers entwined.
Once they were locked together, he lifted his arms, which brought hers with him, and reached above her head.
He then kept them there, holding her hands to the wall.
Whether it was just instinctual or a reflex, he wasn’t sure which, but she tugged on her arms, pulling down.
He gripped her tighter, using more force than he’d ever had with her.
The second he did, he saw her face flush a deeper shade of pink, and she bit down on her lower lip, which was a tell that she enjoyed having her hands pinned above her head and was a fan of his dominance. He made a note of that.
Slowly, he bent down and began to trail gentle kisses on her neck as he kept her arms pinned above her.
He could feel the heat of his breath blow back on his face as he hovered close to her collarbone, then moved down.
When he reached the delicate, soft netting covering her breasts, he took his time, first running his lips and tongue along the outline of her cleavage, then covering the entirety of the lace until it was all wet with his saliva.
His open-mouthed kisses were both reverent and filled with longing, as if trying to both respect and memorize every curve and contour.
With deliberate care, he sucked her nipples, still covered in silky mesh, into his mouth, lavishing them with attention.
He heard her breath catch in her throat, and he sank his teeth into her puckered flesh.
He heard another gasp and felt her knees buckle.
He moved his leg between hers, so she was straddling his thigh.
Each time he bit or licked her pebble-hard tips, she rocked her hips, grinding her sex into his thigh, using his leg to get off, and it was making him so much harder than it should, considering he was a grown man, not a horny teenager.
The problem was, he’d been abstinent so long that now that he’d opened the floodgates, his body was ready to make up for lost time.
As he sucked, licked, and bit her stiff peaks, she rode his leg, and he kept her pinned against the wall as the world outside faded away.
All that existed was the two of them. The connection between them deepened with every shared breath and intimate gesture.
When he felt her start to move so fast that he knew she might bring herself over the edge, he released her arms and straightened up. It happened so fast she blinked at him, with swollen lips and a glazed-over, heavy-lidded expression that made her look like she was intoxicated.
Reaching between them, he unclasped her bra, which had a front clasp, and let it fall away from her body.
Her nipples became even harder without the barrier and under his intense gaze.
He cupped beneath her breasts, pushed them together, and sucked both nipples into his mouth.
With every flick of his tongue and nip of his teeth, she let out soft moans, urging him on further as she fisted her hands in his hair.
As she made her fists tighter, it pulled his hair, sending a sting traveling from his scalp straight down to his cock.
That signal caused an urgency to flood him.
He needed to feel her skin against his, to have more access to her body.
He released her breasts, wrapped his arms around her back, picked her up, and carried her to the bed.
He carefully lowered her down, then stood back up.
He took in the sight of her completely naked except for a tiny piece of lace covering her sex.
He started unbuttoning his shirt, and she shifted in the bed, her thighs squeezing together. He could see that she was uncomfortable because she was sexually frustrated. It was a myth that only men got blue balls.
“Touch yourself,” he instructed gruffly as he continued unbuttoning his shirt.
His suggestion caused her lips to part as she inhaled a shaky breath.
She licked her lips in what he knew was a nervous gesture, but what his dick thought was seduction, as her thighs parted, falling to the side.
She kept her underwear on, and her eyes were locked with his as she slid her hand down her belly, then slipped it beneath her lace panties, which almost made it even hotter to watch than if she were naked.
Caleb could see her fingers through the lace as they ran up and down her seam.
He was growing harder and harder as he tore off his shirt, then unbuckled his belt and took care of his zipper. He toed off his shoes and socks and watched as she closed her eyes and her back arched when her finger reached her clit and she began to flick it.
“Don’t,” he growled his warning, and her eyes opened. "Do not make yourself come. I will make you come.”
Her face grew a deeper shade of pink, and she bit her lip as she changed how she was touching herself. He saw that now she was using her finger to trace around her clit instead of flicking over it.
“Good girl,” he grinned as he pushed his pants and boxer briefs down his leg.
He took himself in his hand and pumped twice, just trying to push his balls, which were tight up against his body, down and away to give him some more staying power before he climbed on the bed to join Taylor.
As he moved toward her, she parted her legs even further, in silent invitation, and he settled between her thighs.
With tender precision, he slid the material covering her sex to one side.
She started to move her hand away, but he held her wrist in place.
She quickly got the idea, and her finger once again circled her knotted bundle of nerves.
With one hand keeping her panties to the side, he used the other to gently part her feminine folds and began to lick her seam while she continued teasing her clit, tracing around it.
With each pass of his tongue, he felt her body spasm against it.
He could feel her getting closer and closer to the edge, and he was determined to take her over.
Starting at the base of her entrance, he licked upward, drawing a shudder from deep within her.
This time he continued up, joining her finger and brushing the tip of his tongue across her swollen clit.
He flicked it with her finger, doing the same on the side.
They worked in tandem, and he felt the moment she reached her climax.
Her entire body began to shake, and her stomach clenched.
As she writhed and whimpered, he wanted to do even more, to take her even higher, so he slipped his middle finger inside of her tight canal, and her body instantly suctioned around him, the wet warmth enveloping him.
He pushed in further, sinking into her body as he licked her clit, and her finger tickled it.
When he got to his knuckle, he curled his finger upward, stroking the sensitive spot on her inner wall, heightening her arousal and pushing her closer to the edge of ecstasy.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she cried out.
He continued licking her and lost himself as her arousal coated his tongue. Tonight, he hoped they would both get lost in a world where only their physical connection existed. And in this world, he might just tell her he loved her.
T aylor was having the hottest, most intense orgasm of her life.
She cried out as Caleb, once again, took her to new heights.
From head to toe, her entire body seized with pleasure as her orgasm swept her away.
She was powerless to contain it or to control it, not that she even wanted to.
The only thing she could do was surrender to it.
Each pass of his tongue or flick of his finger acted as a subtle escalation that sent an electric jolt through her nerves, which amplified her climax.