A Kiss Like This (Kiss and Make Up #3)(65)

And it’s f*cking intoxicating. Addicting.

“Shhhh. Relax,” I cajole, voice raspy and on the verge of cracking. “You’re so f*cking wet, baby.”

As I pull back the waistband of her pristine underwear, I look up at her naked and withering in the center of my big bed, and almost cream my sleep pants from the sight of her pale pink tits jiggling when she squirms her hips impatiently.

Grinding my dick into the mattress for some temporary relief, I pull down the only thing stopping me from making her come down her hips, tossing the discarded panties to the side.

I can’t stop the grin spreading across my lips when I’m finally able to hook my arms around her legs, spreading her wider, and lower my face between her trembling thighs—giving us both what we’ve wanted since setting eyes on each other.





CHAPTER 25

Abby

Dear Heavenly Father, please forgive me for—ugh. Oh god. Wait. Not you. Him. Yes, right there. Don’t stop. Shit, oh shit, oh god. Father, p-p-pleasssse… forgive me for my sins. This sinning. Th-th-this, oh… the sinning. Yes. Ooohh… that tongue. I’m so sorry, God. I’m s-sor… Deeper! Yes! I mean, no!

“Deeper! Yes! I mean, no!” I slap a hand over my mouth, horrified by the loud moaning and incoherent babbling that slips out. “Caleb, oh god.” I gasp at the top of my voice. “Mmmnnugh. Right there.”

Embarrassed.

But—oh God—does it feel good.

His face is buried deep between my legs, his long, eager tongue doing things to my body that I couldn’t have imagined in my wildest fantasies. As my eyes roll back in my head, it occurs to me briefly how my friends can have casual sex—sleep with someone just for an orgasm. I get it now.

Because this. Feels. Incredible.

Addictive.

Intoxicating.

Intoxicating.

Crap. I’m repeating myself.

I try praying again, to beg forgiveness for having premarital sex, but I can’t concentrate with Caleb’s teeth and tongue thrashing down by my core. I clear my throat and give his hair a tug. “Ca… Caleb. Please. Stop.”

He lifts his head, mouth glistening, disoriented eyes on fire. For me. He crawls his way up my body, sliding his rock-hard groin against my legs, resting it between them.

My head tips back and he kisses my neck. I can taste myself on him when he presses a kiss on my lips, murmuring, “Tell me what you want, baby. I don’t want to push you.”

“You.” I can feel my eyes shining as I try to focus on his face, but I haven’t come and I can’t. Won’t. “Inside me. I want you inside me. Please.”

His nostrils flare, and his mouth slams down on mine, sucking my tongue into his mouth and running his hands over my ribcage, up to my breasts, squeezing and molding them with his palm.

“I want you so f*cking bad, Abby. So f*cking bad.”

I do my best to nod. I might have lolled my head to the side. Who the hell knows.

In record time, Caleb slides his pants off and kisses me again. Without breaking contact, his long, powerful arm reaches over, pulls open his nightstand, grapples around and pulls out what I assume is a condom.

Oh jeez. I’ve never actually seen a guy put one on before, and I’m fascinated as he rips open the package, tosses the foil aside, and rolls the condom over the hard length of himself.

My cheeks are red hot, but I can’t not look. I’m mesmerized.

“This is going to hurt.” He pauses, referencing my virginity. “Are you sure you want to do this? With me?”

“Yes.” I stroke his face. “I trust you. I…”

Adore you. Admire you. Am baffled by you.

His lips find mine, and through an open-mouthed kiss, he says, “Just hold on to me, okay, baby? This is probably going to hurt,” he repeats with more kisses. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.

The sheets rustle as he reaches down and inserts his fingers into me before lining himself up. Pushing forward, he pulls his fingers out and lays his face in the nape of my neck. “I’m just going to get the worst part over with, okay? On three?”

I give a shaky nod. “Yes. Just do it. I’ll be fine.” I hope. “Promise.”

Caleb lets out a long, frustrated breath. “I’m scared shitless,” he admits with a nervous laugh.

“Me too.”

His dick twitches at my entrance and I wiggle my hips. He blows out a puff of air. “Alright. This is it, baby. Hold on.”

I hold on. With one hard thrust, he pushes all the way in, and I inhale a loud gulp of air.

Holy. Mother. Of. God… and not in a good way. Honestly, that freaking hurts. And burns. I whimper, and Caleb stills, his lips crooning reassurance into my ear.

It’s not helping.

“I’m sorry, Abby. I’m sorry,” he mumbles into my hair. “That’s it. The hard part is over. I won’t… I won’t move.” His strained, erotic groan fills my ear. “I swear. Just… tell me when you’re ready.”

Pouting, I give my head a stubborn little shake.

I don’t want him to move. Like, ever.

Crap, whose stupid idea was this? Anyone who says their first time doing it was magical or good is a flipping liar.

After what feels like an eternity but is probably merely a few seconds, I push at his shoulders to give myself some space, and take a deep breath.