One Step Closer(5)

Caleb could feel the heat from her body through her panties and his jeans and he needed to be closer. He reached between them with one hand and pulled open the button of his jeans before sliding the zipper down, and pushing up her dress. His dick was so hard it was pushing out of the waistband of his boxer briefs. He allowed himself the luxury of a couple of thrusts; dry humping against her, the head of his cock pushing into the moist material of her panties. It left them both panting, and urgent; their hands frantically pulling at the other’s clothes.

Wren was inexperienced and wasn’t sure what her body was craving, except that it was in need of something to ease the delicious ache. What she was sure of; was that Caleb could give it to her. His hand moved up and cupped her breast, her erect pink nipple straining against the lace of her bra. He pulled the cup down, and rubbed his cheek on the top swell, letting the scruff of the day’s growth of beard tease the stiff peak before his mouth closed around it.

Caleb had his share of experience and his hands and tongue knew how to draw sighs and moans of pleasure from a woman, but this was Wren and she meant the world to him. He was hungry, his desire boiling over, almost beyond his control. Despite the alcohol he’d consumed, he was aware of her innocence and tempered his movements. He teased her breasts with his tongue, his hand dipping into her panties to begin a slow rub that had her moaning his name. The soft sounds she made drove him to insanity.

“Uhhhh, Cale… Uh… mmmmm….”

She was slick and hot, and he was dying with wanting her, but he took his time and brought her body to slow climax. He continued running sucking kisses from her breasts up her neck, until his mouth claimed hers, swallowing her cries as she came. His dick was throbbing to the point of pain. After wanting her for years but telling himself she was off limits, he was finally lost to his long-suppressed desire for her. His resistance was gone.

Her body jerked against his hand multiple times, her back arching and his name tumbling from her open mouth. Caleb moved back so he could look into her face, anxious to gauge her reaction. Her lips were parted in desire, her eyes languid; her sighs contented.

“You are so beautiful,” he said softly. “So f*cking beautiful. I’ve wanted you, Wren.”

“For how long?” she asked in wonder.

“Forever,” he said simply. His voice was thick with desire as his eyes burned down into hers. The darkness kept them both in outline and shadow, but he could see her eyes sparkling, reflecting the small amount of light coming from the dimly lit entertainment room.

Her hand reached up and her fingers traced his jaw. “Oh, Caleb. Me, too.”

His hips thrust forward, and the head of his dick pressed against her most private and untouched flesh.

“Mmmm,” she sighed then whispered, “That feels nice.”

“Oh, God. I don’t know if I can stop. I want you so much.”

One arm was cradling her head as Caleb let his hand run down Wren’s body, over the luscious, but not overly large curve of her breast. His hands explored over her rib cage and down to lay on the flat of her stomach beneath her belly button. Wren’s dress was bunched up, but Caleb still had on his open jeans. His shirt had somehow disappeared with the assistance of Wren’s urgent hands.

“I want to feel you, Wren. Skin on skin.”

She tasted the remnants of scotch on his tongue while they were kissing, though he didn’t seem the least bit intoxicated. His eyes were clear and his words were not slurred. He continued his gentle exploration of her body with his hand and mouth at the same time as his lower body delivered slow and deliberate, teasing, thrusts designed to renew her arousal.

“Caleb.” Wren’s hips surged against his and she reached up to pull the dress over her head in silent agreement. When Caleb lowered his chest to hers, it was like a slice of heaven. “Don’t stop.”

“Wren—” he began. It felt amazing, but he didn’t mean for things to go this far, and though he wanted to push his body into hers, he hesitated.

“Don’t stop,” she insisted, reaching down to touch him. She’d never touched a man before and the size of him should have scared her, but it didn’t. “I trust you, Caleb. I know you won’t hurt me. I want this,” she whispered. “I want to know what it feels like to be with you.”

Caleb’s mouth crushed hers, while her body communicated that her need was as intense and incredible as his was. He loved how she tasted and smelled. He loved how perfectly they fit together. Most of all, he loved that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. When Wren’s hands started to push down his jeans, he lifted his hips and let her, and she managed to get them down far enough for his cock to spring free. He pushed against her slick heat with a groan. Her panties were slippery; damp with her arousal, and Caleb’s movements caused his erection to slide into the folds of her flesh. She was hot and he ached to push all the way into her.

After rolling to his side and pushing his jeans further down and kicking free of them and his boxers, he could look down upon Wren. He was in awe of the exquisite outline of her body in the low light, clothed only in a black lace thong. She was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. He reached out and hooked his fingers around the lace at her hips and slowly peeled them down and off of her legs.

Wren was mesmerized, her eyes drawn to Caleb’s erection, proud and full. It bobbed away from his body until he settled back down into her, his mouth finding hers, and the passion between them stealing his reason. He played with her body, kissing what he could reach, but Wren’s legs wrapped around his hips refusing to let him move away.