A Kiss Like This (Kiss and Make Up #3)(67)

With his hard groin grinding into my backside, I can hardly resist giving my hips a little gyration, causing the hand on my breast to give it a squeeze, and hot breath caresses my neck.

“Is this going to be a thing?” I ask breathlessly.

He groans and continues massaging my breasts. “Mmm. What?”

“Us. Groping each other constantly like teenagers.”

“Fuck yeah.” His baritone voice is deep and gravely. “I hope so.”

“Oh!” I gasp as he pinches a nipple.

“Hockey players are horny bastards. Insatiable. Didn’t you know that?”

Horny. Bastards. Insatiable. My cheeks flush.

His hand trails down my flat stomach, circles my belly button, and cups my vagina. “Um… uhhh… N-no…”

“Are you still sore?”

“I…”

“I love naked Abby in the morning.” His chest rumbles as he buries his face in my hair, his fingers sliding up and down the slit of my crotch. “I love naked Abby, period,” he repeats, humming in my ear. “So f*cking sexy.”

“Language,” I chastise, my head tipping back. I can’t stop the flow of words spilling out of my mouth even though they’re not exactly romantic post-coital bedroom talk. “Watch your mouth.” He pushes a finger inside me while grinding into me from behind. “Oh! Oh g-geez…”

“Want to give the sex thing another try?” he whispers low into my ear. “Practice makes perfect. Besides,” he continues, planting a wet kiss on my neck. “It usually (kiss) lasts (kiss) longer (kiss) than (kiss) it did (kiss) last night.”

I bite down on my lower lip, trying to nod. “K.”

“K?”

“Yes.”

A relieved breath whooshes out of him and onto my bare shoulder. “Yes.”

Seriously.

I’ve gone from total virgin status to certifiable hussy in less than two weeks’ time. I don’t even think Cecelia got this much action when she started seeing Matthew, and they were in a committed relationship. Caleb and I are just…

Actually.

I don’t know what we are, or what our status is, but as I’m contemplating my questionable life choices while basking in a sexified stupor, I’m unceremoniously flipped onto my back. Caleb stares down at me, ten—no, twenty—kinds of sexy.

Tousled, shaggy hair. Piercing, smoky eyes. The hint of a beard surrounding his full lips and jaw. Sculpted upper body with a light dusting of chest hair.

My hair is fanned out on the pillow, my half-hooded eyes gaze up at him drowsily, and I’m not sure what picture I’m presenting, but judging by the way he’s devouring me with his eyes, he likes it.

He bends down and kisses me slowly before he reaches into his bedside table. A condom is rolled on, and now he’s slowly sliding into me for the second time in a matter of hours.

I’m still sore, but the barrier of my virginity is no longer there. When his hips begin a slow roll, I can do nothing but marvel at the incredible new sensation. He isn’t hitting any of my erogenous zones, but it actually feels… good.

Wait.

No. It’s starting to feel… better than good. Delicious? Amazing. Spectacular.

“Do you want to be on top?” His throaty request sends a shiver up my spine.

“Huh?” My head lolls on the pillow.

“Get on top.” He grips my ass like a vice and rolls us, groaning when I’m finally straddling him. “I read… somewhere… yeah… like that, baby… I read that girls…” he gulps then pauses, working my hips with his hands, pulling me over him back and forth, doing most of the work. “Shit… Abby…”

“Shhh,” I hiss at him. “Shut up.”

I’m trying to focus.

He squeezes his eyes closed and sighs, licking his lips in concentration as I move over him. “I read that girls have a better… chance… of having an orgasm… on… top.” He drags out the sentence between pants. “You feel… don’t stop… are you close?”

He read what somewhere? Why the hell is he still talking? I’m trying to have my first sex orgasm, for Christ’s sake.

I must have spat the words out loud, because he sputters out a startled laugh, his head rolling to the side before a guttural moan escapes his lips. I undulate my hips, finally finding a rhythm that works for both of us.

I lean forward and am rewarded with a hungry, open-mouthed kiss as Caleb’s talented fingers fan out precariously close to my back door—there’s no delicate way to say it—and I’m sorry, but that feels… it feels… s-so goooood.

Keep doing that th-thing… Yes, Caleb, right there, th-that spot… a little harder. Yes, like that… Deep, s-so deep. Are my toes actually curling? Why does this—oh shit, oh shit—feel so good? Oh! O-ohh… Uhhhhhh… Oh my god, I’m going to have an orgasm, are the last intelligible thoughts I have before, well, having an orgasm.

“H-holy shit.” A puff of air leaves my throat at the ripple of pleasure shooting through my body. “Now you have me swearing.” I admonish myself as Caleb drives his hips upwards, immobilizes my hips with his giant hands, and impales himself deeper.

“Keep moving, baby. I’m gonna come,” Caleb demands with a rasping groan before his entire body tenses up with a hoarse, primal grunt. He pulses inside me a few times as his fingers slide to my shoulders, pulling me in for another kiss.