Page 44 of Untouchable

“Sorry,” he murmured, sitting on the edge of the bed and stroking her hair back from her face. “You were asleep.”

“What did you expect in the middle of the night?” She had enough willpower to make sure her voice was teasing rather than annoyed.

“Wishful thinking on my part, I guess. You want me to go?”

Of course she wanted him to go. She was dying to be rid of him. But she also needed to keep him perfectly satisfied or she’d lose this very slim window of opportunity.

So she said, “No. You can stay. But don’t expect a very adventurous performance tonight.”

He was smiling. She could hear it in his voice when he replied, “Sounds good to me. I’m not feeling particularly adventurous myself.”

She gave herself a quick mental prep session as he took off his clothes and climbed under the covers. He rolled on top of her, kissing her softly and gently moving her bottom so her groin was better aligned to his. Then he found her clit and massaged it as his tongue stroked inside her mouth.

She purposefully softened her body, her pussy, but she wasn’t mentally ready a few minutes later when he rolled on one of the condoms she kept on the nightstand and edged his cock inside her.

It was physically comfortable. Her body was relaxed, and she was wet enough for him to slide in fairly easily.

But he was everywhere. All over her. Poised above her as he thrusted, breathing loud and ragged, staring down at her in the dark, smelling both expensive and natural. Filling all her senses.

It didn’t—couldn’t—feel like a faceless man. It was Caleb. Solid. Real. Human.

“Is this okay, baby?” he asked hoarsely after a few minutes. “Is this not doing it for you? You need something else?”

“No.” She squirmed slightly, her face hot and her heart pounding in her ears and in her pussy. “This is good. So good. So good.” She kept repeating it in a mumble, desperately searchingfor how she’d been faking orgasms with him all this time. She couldn’t seem to remember.

His speed accelerated, jostling the bed rhythmically. “It’s okay, baby. Tell me what you need.”

She had to do something. Shehadto. He was recognizing that she wasn’t close to coming, and it bothered him.

With a much-needed brainstorm, she squeezed her hand between their bodies so she could rub her clit. Her pussy tightened automatically as she massaged it.

“That’s right,” Caleb huffed, jerking his head to the side as she clenched around him. “Fuck, yes. That’s what you needed. You’re doing so good. You’re almost there.”

She was whimpering for real now, rubbing eagerly at her clit because the sensations, paired with Caleb’s hard cock moving inside her, felt so good.

He adjusted his position so he could raise one of her thighs, shifting the angle of the penetration just right.

She sobbed as her pussy started contracting involuntarily around his cock. She kept clumsily massaging herself as pleasure pulsed through her in waves.

“There you go,” Caleb was mumbling, strained and breathless. “That’s my girl. That’s what you needed.”

She was crying for real as she clung to his neck and kept shaking through little aftershocks of pleasure. He finally let go of his control and worked up to his own intense climax, moaning hoarsely as he came.

He didn’t roll off her immediately. He felt and sounded as wiped out as she was, even though their intercourse wasn’t nearly as athletic or extended as normal. He nuzzled the side of her neck. She stroked his messy hair and his strong back.

Until finally he pulled out and went to the bathroom to take care of the condom and wash up. She lay limply, barely processing what just happened, barely aware of anything exceptthe warm satisfaction of her body and the agonizing tumult of her heart.

When he returned, he surprised her again by getting back into bed with her. He rolled her over so he could spoon her from behind.

She was afraid he would try to talk, but he didn’t. His body was warm and satiated behind her. His breathing slowly evened out.

So did hers. Then she did the unthinkable.

She fell asleep.

Caleb was gone when she woke up the next morning.

Kelly was rattled all day. Even more so than her new normal, which was a constant state of midlevel anxiety.