Page 142 of Untouchable

She’d already come twice, but Caleb just couldn’t bring himself to end it yet. Her inner muscles were gripping his cock ruthlessly, and she was arching and shaking beneath him as if she was on the way to yet another orgasm. Her long hair was all over the place, covering the pillow and clinging to her damp, red face as well as to her shoulders and breasts.

Some of the strands were clinging to Caleb’s skin too as she tossed her head restlessly, shaking their tangled bodies. And all Caleb could breathe in was Kelly—hot, urgent, panting, golden Kelly. She was everything, everywhere. And yet still Caleb couldn’t seem to touch, feel, taste her enough.

He loved how she kept coming for him, how she responded so hungrily to his body and his deepest rhythm. She was clawing lines down his back, the pain awaking a primal instinct thatmade him want to roar. And she kept grunting and bucking beneath him, desperately trying to claim yet another release.

Her whole body was flushed and wet with perspiration, but she still seemed frantic for more.

Caleb had angled his hips so he could rock against her G-spot, and in this position he couldn’t get any deeper. He wasn’t thrusting, just pushing into her in a way he thought she would like.

But he wanted to get deeper. He wanted to be buried in her completely. He wanted to be swallowed up in her. He wanted nothing—not air, not skin, not sweat—between them.

He let out a thick groan of frustration and jerked his head to the side. The tight clasp of her body was incredible, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted more. He wanted to thrust.

He wanted to thrust deep.

Kelly’s body was shuddering violently now, and her thighs tightened around him with brutal force. “Oh,” she gasped, her face contorting in pleasure. “Oh, oh, oh, yeah.”

Caleb pushed against her G-spot more urgently, knowing she was about to come again. He wanted to see it. Wanted to feel it. Wanted to know that he was pleasing her this much.

One of her arms flew out and fumbled around on the bed as her body started to spasm in raw, erotic need.

He felt her channel starting to pulse around his cock, and he kept purposefully pushing against the contractions.

Kelly cried out through the hair that had flown into her mouth. Her eyes were wild and half closed, focused on his face as she rode out her orgasm.

Caleb felt like his chest was going to burst open. Like his head was going to explode. His body was so tense his muscles were starting to ache, but he still seemed to need more. Just couldn’t get enough of her.

As Kelly’s body started to relax again, she wheezed and tried to blow the hair out of her mouth. “Oh God,” she gasped, her voice hoarse and weak. “Oh God, Caleb.” The hand that had been clawing at his back started stroking his broken skin with the palm.

He wanted to kiss her, to bury his face in her hair, but it was taking too much effort for him to hold the fibers of his body together.

There was a streak from a tear streaming down from the corner of her left eye into her hair. And her lips were swollen and deeply red. But her eyes now were alert enough to study his face. “What is it, Caleb?” she asked, squirming a little beneath him as her muscles occasionally kept clenching around him. “Do you need something more?”

He wanted to go deep. But couldn’t bring himself to say the words. Something inside him resisted revealing his need.

Kelly’s brows pulled together. “Caleb?” Bringing one of her arms down, she wiped some of the sweat off her face. “Did you want to change positions? Just show me what you want.”

He closed his eyes for a moment to try to focus enough to make himself move. Then he adjusted his body so his weight was on his knees. Reached behind him to unhook her legs from around him. Then pulled out of her hot, sweet pussy with a moan of concentrated effort.

He knew she must have lost some of the circulation in her legs in this position, so he took a minute to rub her feet and calves, not wanting her to be uncomfortable.

Kelly just stared at him wordlessly as if she couldn’t understand what he was doing.

After a minute she mumbled, “I’m fine, Caleb. Show me what you want.”

He stared down at her for a minute, breathing erratically and with a painful throbbing in his cock. Then he slowly pushed herthighs apart and back toward her chest, adjusting himself so her ankles were against his shoulders.

“Okay?” he grunted as he positioned his cock at her entrance.

“Yeah.” She was moving her body willingly, adjusting to the new position.

So he pushed himself into her again, leaning forward as he thrust home.

Kelly gasped, her body folding in half as Caleb’s upper body forced her knees toward her shoulders.

He froze, deeper now than ever. Almost buried to the hilt in hot, wet, panting Kelly. “All right?”

“Yeah,” she told him. “Good.” Her hands were fumbling around again on the bed until they finally moved down to settle on his thighs.