Page 87 of Untouchable

Caleb turned his head to the side and mouthed her inner thigh again. Moved his hand back up to rub her lower stomach. “Don’t fight it,” he murmured. “Just let go.”

He nuzzled her again until he’d parted her open once more. Licked a long line along her aroused flesh before returning to herentrance. This time he spent more time sliding his tongue inside her. Fluttering it. Curling it.

The sensations were unlike anything Kelly had ever experienced before, and the ache of arousal immediately deepened, causing her to clutch even more desperately at the covers. She wanted to squirm her hips, wanted to buck up into his mouth to get more intense stimulation. But she held herself still and tried to accept the growing pleasure.

She was panting loudly now and occasionally making silly moans or whimpers. And she couldn’t seem to keep track of the movements of Caleb’s lips and tongue—which was why it surprised her when he suddenly flicked his tongue over her swollen clit again.

Her body jerked spasmodically, and she cried out. His fingers were holding her open and stretching out her moist flesh, intensifying the feelings even more. He nudged at her clit again. This time, as she cried out, her pelvis bucked up uncontrollably.

Kelly’s arms flew up until she was gripping the top of the pillow beneath her, her elbows bent on either side of her head. Her body was screaming for this now, shamelessly rocking beneath him in an attempt to find a satisfying rhythm. Her mind was a chaotic whirl of fear and pleasure and need and something else that was still making her gut clench. “It’s good,” she mumbled, tossing her head restlessly. “I want you so much.”

His mouth never stopped working, and Kelly whimpered in growing need.

She needed the release that she was mounting toward, but she didn’t know how to just lie there and accept it. She also needed to be doing something, acting, making this happen. No one had ever given anything to her without taking back.

Her hands were fumbling around now, above her head, on the headboard, on the duvet beside her, on her own breasts. And her whimpers had turned into frantic, wordless pleas. Shehooked one leg over Caleb’s shoulder and grabbed her other knee and pulled it farther back.

He lowered his face once again. She was holding her thighs wide apart, so she was utterly exposed to him. He returned the fingers of one hand to hold her open, and then he moved the other hand even lower to slide two fingers inside her.

Kelly choked on a cry of pleasure, feeling her orgasm starting to take shape as he fucked her with his fingers. Her head was tossing wildly, but she couldn’t seem to keep it still.

She felt Caleb’s tongue on her clit again, the jostling combining with his fingers thrusting inside her. It felt like her head was exploding, like she wasn’t capable of handling this.

She couldn’t do anything, could only just take it. Accept it. Feel it.

And then he started to suck.

She choked on a wordless sound, half sob, half scream, and there was no way she could force it back. And then she was coming. It was swallowing her. She arched off the bed one more time, her mouth open wide in a silent scream of completion. Her inner muscles were clenching around Caleb’s fingers, and then her entire body was convulsing as she rode out the lingering spasms.

She was still gasping when he lifted up and moved higher up her body, claiming her mouth in a hard kiss.

She kissed him back, tasting herself, nothing held back, and she fumbled with his trousers so she could feel him more, harder, even deeper.

Their embrace had suddenly become so urgent that they almost forgot the condom, but he remembered at the last moment and took a minute to roll one on.

Soon he was entering her, filling her, and she cried out in satisfaction—even as a few tears still streamed down her cheeks.They rocked together in an instinctive rhythm, and it soon became fast and urgent.

“Kelly,” Caleb grunted, adjusting his knees to give himself more leverage as his hips began to thrust harder.

Kelly forced out a wordless sound of response, squeezing him between her legs and fisting her hands in the pillow to keep herself from squeezing him with her arms too. Another orgasm was swelling up, and it felt like it was going to be powerful.

“Kelly,” Caleb rasped again, ducking his head down, his eyes never leaving her face.

Her hips were bucking up in clumsy jerks, bumping against his pelvis as she loosened and tightened her legs—her body so eager for her approaching orgasm that she was almost clumsy.

“Kelly,” Caleb muttered again. This time he seemed to be trying to get her attention. “You want this?”

She would have thought he was crazy—since she clearly wanted this so much she was about to scream—but she knew what he was asking.

If she wanted him. All of him. All the way.

“Yes.” The sensations bombarded her but refused to release themselves. “I want you. I want you.”

Caleb made a guttural sound. “I want you too. All of you. All of you.”

She turned her head to the side when a sliver of fear overwhelmed her. She squeezed her eyes shut. Squeezed her legs around Caleb’s middle, her heels digging into the small of his back. Felt her entire body tightening in torturous anticipation.

It was still so wrong to want him this way.