Ravenwood(101)
Caleb gave another low sound and his grip tightened further and he moved against her, counterpoint to her own rhythm. It was exactly what she wanted, but she hadn’t known until it happened. She bit her lower lip, a sigh escaping her throat as she felt Caleb’s manhood press into her backside. His entire body felt hot against hers and part of her wanted to throw off the covers, but the other part of her was still shy and nervous and she was grateful for their cover. She felt the moment Caleb came to consciousness, the slight pause in his movements as he figured out where he was and what he was doing, before he pressed his lips to the back of her neck, sucking on the slight protrusion of bone there, his teeth pressing into her flesh and causing a muted sigh to break from her throat.
Wanting to feel him under her palm, Elinore untangled her hand from his and reached back, finding the curve of his leg. She pressed her hand against the muscled flesh of his flank, marveling at the way the muscles shifted and moved under her fingers as he rocked against her. His breath was hot against her skin, moving from her neck to her ear. His teeth bit down on her earlobe and she arched her back, trying to push herself against him, wanting to feel so much more. His hand, heavy on her belly, slid downward and with an exquisite sense of what was about to come, she moved one of her legs up back, stretching it over his own, opening her body up for him. His teased at the entrance of her for a minute and she dug her nails into his backside, half in desire and half in chastisement. He huffed in her ear, a delightfully amused sound that made her smile in return. His fingers finally slipped into her and her breath hitched at the sensation, still so new and exotic, but at the same time also familiar and desired.
Caleb moved his hips back and she had a fleeting moment of loss and panic before he pressed against her again, only this time, the hard length of him was between her thighs, so close to penetrating her, but not quite. As he rocked his hips, his length moved against the seam of her, in time with his fingers and she gasped at the intimacy of it. He was so close to being inside her. His fingers were inside her, but the idea of the hard length of him penetrating her made her gasp with want and a little bit of nervousness. She could hardly focus on the fluttering in her belly while his clever fingers moved against that spot in her that made her feel hot, heavy and liquid all at the same time.
“Come for me, Elinore.”
His lips moved against the shell of her ear. His fingers circled and pressed into her, and his manhood moved against her tender flesh. She felt sensation build inside her; her heart pounded and her breath came out in gasps. He was breathing against her ear and he cursed - the same word he’d said the other day and she didn’t think it so vulgar now. She wanted it, she wanted to feel it, to feel him, to have more of this, forever, to do whatever it took to have it. As if he read her mind, he said it again as he rolled his hips against hers, breathing out against her neck, mouthing at it. A high-pitched sound escaped her mouth - a sound of want and desire.
He growled in response - the sound reverberating in her chest. His body rolled over her slightly, pressing her into the bed as he moved on top of her, his fingers working against her sensitive core. Her insides spasmed and she cried out in release, her hips rocking against his hand and his pelvis as he pushed against her. She felt his teeth, too sharp to be his human ones, biting on the meaty part of her shoulder and then he soothed the pain with his tongue.
Elinore was limp and languid, her body soft and pliant as Caleb continued to move against her; rutting, her mind supplied. She arched her back, gasping at how sensitive her flesh felt between her legs where his erection slipped against her. His fingers were no longer pressed inside her and she missed the feeling of them, the feeling of having some part of him inside her. She moved her hips a little more, pushing back and felt the tip of him slip between her folds, catching slightly. Caleb’s breath hitched and he gave an almost pained grunt. She wanted him inside her; she wanted to hear those sounds from his lips while he was inside her.
Elinore turned her head as far as it would go. Caleb surged forward, licking at the seam of her lips and she opened them quickly, letting his tongue into her mouth and tangling it with her own. She pulled away slightly so she could say, “I want, I want…” She felt like she couldn’t say the words, but then in a rush, they spilled out of her. “I want you inside me.”
The rocking of Caleb’s hips slowed for a moment as he stared down at her and she held his gaze, not wanting to turn away even though his heady look made her face blush and her heart hammer. He moved back a bit more, and pulled at her hips, making as if to flip her over onto her back.
“No, like this,” Elinore breathed, unwilling to move. She liked the way it felt. She wanted to feel the weight of him against her back, the two of them joined, like wolves in the forest, in the wild. He said her name, his voice sounding pained and rough and then pressed against her hard, finding her mouth with his own and kissing her almost roughly. She felt his other hand reach down between them and then she could feel the tip of him pressing against her again, her insides soft and slippery. She tensed up as he slowly began to push into her, feeling the width of him so much more than just his fingers had been the other night. Her mouth fell open at the feel of it, her whole awareness narrowed to the place where he pressed into her. Caleb nipped at her lips and then he wiggled his hand back underneath her, slipping down to where he’d had his fingers before. He teased at her there and it was almost too much after her release moments before, but the overstimulation was something else to focus on other than the hard length of him stretching her wide.