One Step Closer(110)

“Are you cold?” he asked softly.

Wren shook her head once as she shook her hair free. It fell in glorious blonde waves around her shoulders and down her back. Caleb wanted to run his fingers through the silken strands, kiss her senseless, and lose himself in her body. Forever.

“Come closer,” she commanded, so softly he wasn’t sure if he’d imagined it. She rose to kneel in front of him; perching her bottom on her feet, so she was eye level with his chest. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of him. The light spattering of hair across chest lengthened and thickened as it trailed down his body and below the waistband of his boxer briefs. His open jeans hinted at the delights she knew were there and she wanted them off of him. She needed to touch every inch of his skin. His erection was obvious as it strained against the material at the top of his briefs.

Wren wasn’t as experienced as Caleb and she should have been shy. She wanted to please him, to make him feel how much she loved him in every touch. She reached out and slid both hands lightly up his body, threading through the dark trail of hair and then smoothing their way up over his stomach and chest. She was teasing him; deliberately avoiding his cock.

Caleb’s head fell back in pleasure and his breath left his body. His eyes closed as her name fell like an ache from his mouth. “Wren. That feels so good.”

His reaction drove her on as she continued to caress his chest and shoulders, pushing his shirt off of them. Caleb let it fall to the floor and reached for her.

Wren leaned forward to trail kisses where her hands had been, then scratched her nails lightly down the outside of his arms, lifting his right hand to kiss the inside of his palm. She glimpsed some curved lines on the inside of his forearm and turned it over to get a better look.

“Did you get a new tattoo?” When she was able to get a closer look, her eyes shot up to meet his. “Oh, Cale.” She bent her head to kiss the skin near it. She remembered how tender her tattoo was when it was new, and she was careful not to hurt him.

His hand threaded in her hair and pulled her forward and upward so she was on her knees on the bed while he stood next to it. His arm snaked out and wound around her waist and he hauled her hard against his body and lowered her beneath him onto the bed. His head bent and he started to kiss the side of her neck and shoulder as his body surged against hers. “Mmmm, hmm?”

Her words, in her own handwriting, were now permanently inked on his skin.



No matter what, you’ll always be my Superman.

Love forever,

Wren



“When did you get that?” Emotion overwhelmed Wren at the same time he took control of her body, and tears flooded her eyes. His lips continued their hot, open mouth torture as he slowly placed a series of warm, wet kisses, and then sucked softly on her skin. It felt so good, her head lulled to one side as she gave him the access he needed. She could feel her body opening, craving the fullness he could give to her.

Caleb lifted his head so he could meet her eyes. The orange cast in the room made her eyes darker, but the love in them shone from them like a beacon. Her hands slid up his shoulders to hold both sides of his face as she waited for his answer. “The night you left me.” His words were soft, but laden with meaning. “Right away. You have one that represents me, and I wanted a permanent reminder of you.”

It was a dream she thought would never come true. Wren was content to just look at his face, so full of love. She could feel his desire pressing into the soft flesh of her tummy below her navel, but was also assaulted by the passion in his eyes and the way his fingers ghosted over the top swell of her breasts at the lacy edge of her bra. Finally, she pressed the flat of her hand firmly against the shaft of his cock as he’d been craving.

She pushed at the top of his jeans and boxers, moving them down over his ass and thighs, finally using one foot to hook into them and push them off. Caleb kicked them free and rose up on his knees and moved up the bed, leaning back on the pillows.

Wren’s eyes widened at his cock as it bobbed proud and ready. It was full and thick and she wanted to wrap her fingers around it. Her breath left in a rush of air.

Caleb scooted up on the pillows and headboard. He wanted to make love to her, but he wanted to see her body and watch her face as he pleasured her.

“Come here, Bird,” he commanded huskily, his tone soft. “Straddle my lap.”

Holding her and having her hands on his body was almost enough for Caleb. She wasn’t a girl anymore, she was a full-blown woman, and she wanted him. The love between them was tangible, permeating the air between them. Wren did as she asked and her eyes locked with his. Caleb ‘s gaze was intense, but never broke eye contact with her as he reached behind her with one hand and released the clasp to her bra. He slid the straps over her shoulders and down her arms until it drifted off. His hands raked down her back lightly, making her arch.

He huffed as the pressure caused the sheer black fabric to slide against his dick. He could feel the slippery heat through the material and he wanted the last barrier gone. His hands grabbed her hips and his thumbs rubbed over her hipbones. Wren was incapable of remaining still as her hips rocked into his to repeat the delicious sensation.

It was sweet agony. Caleb’s head fell back and a guttural groan left on a sigh at the same time as he thrust upward. The head of his cock slid against her and they were both vibrating with need. “I love you and I want to make love to you.”