Ravenwood(67)

Caleb moved his head away from her lips, staring down at her, breathing like he’d just escaped the devil himself. She thought maybe she’d done something wrong, but didn’t know what. Then, he dipped down and his mouth closed over the fabric of her nightgown, over her nipple and she yelped. She couldn’t stop the sharp sound from escaping her and it came out high and sharp. He sucked on the peak of her breast through her nightgown, worrying it between his tongue and his teeth and as much as she wanted to watch what he was doing, she couldn’t hold her head up any longer. She dropped it against the desk with a loud ‘thunk.’

Elinore realized she was chanting, ‘Oh God, oh God,’ over and over and she couldn’t control her mouth. She didn’t want to. She clutched his hair, so soft and thick, pressing his head against her chest, not caring if she should. His hand, the one underneath her nightgown slid over her hip and across her belly and then lower still. She felt nervous and scared but not enough to stop him. She wanted to know if he would do what she wanted him to and then Caleb slipped a finger into her and she gasped, her head coming up to watch him.

Caleb took his mouth off her nipple, raising his eyes to look at her. They were dark, glittering in the night and for a moment, the way the moonlight hit them, they seemed reflective, like mirrors. “All right?” he asked, moving his finger gently inside her. Elinore could only nod, her eyes locked on his. His lips curved slightly, almost a smile, and then he started moving his finger in and out of her and she gasped again. He slid against her skin so perfectly and so easily. She tightened her ankles around the small of his back, staring at him opened-mouthed. He watched her closely as he pushed his finger in deeper and then dragged it out again. She bit at her lips and his eyes flickered down to her mouth, then down to where his hand was under her nightgown and then back up to her face. She liked it, she liked it a lot, but there was something else she needed. She didn’t know what. But she wanted to move against his hand, pull him closer, lick into his mouth again. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, pressing her nails into the fabric of his shirt.

“Please, please,” she whispered.

“What? What do you want?” he asked. He leaned over her, nipped at her lips and then bit at the skin of her neck.

She didn’t know, she didn’t know what she wanted. She was missing something, but didn’t know what. He pulled his finger out of her and she wanted to cry at the loss, but then he slid two fingers back in and a choked off moan escaped her throat. It was better, it was so good, but it still wasn’t enough. His erection pressed against her leg, hot and thick. God, did he mean to put it in her as well? She was both afraid and excited by the notion - not sure if she should hope for or fear it. He dropped his head again to her breast and bit at her nipple and she rocked her hips harder against him. Then his thumb touched something else inside her, something close to his fingers, but not quite the same and yes, that’s what she wanted, what she needed.

“There,” she gasped. “Again, that again.”

She felt him smile against her breast and he rubbed his thumb again against that spot inside, and she pressed back against him as much as she could. She could hear him saying her name, urging her on, coaxing her toward something. His fingers slid in deeper, and he moved them faster and in that moment, if he’d asked if he could slip his hard length inside her, she would have said yes, she would have said anything as long as he didn’t stop what he was doing. Her whole body seized, locking up and she gasped, unable to make a sound as an explosive feeling rolled through her, making her pull him as close as she could. She yanked hard at his hair, pulling him up from where he suckled at her breast and thrusting her tongue into his mouth. She bit at his lips and he snapped back at hers as she clenched her legs as tightly as she could around waist.

Finally, her lungs panting, Elinore felt her body relax. She dropped her head back on the desk, trying to catch her breath. She felt so languid, so relaxed, so satisfied that she thought she could sleep on the hard wooden desk and not care. Caleb’s body was still tense and hot against hers. He pulled away from her and then pushed her nightgown up with both hands, exposing her sex, her belly and her breasts and she didn’t feel ashamed or vulnerable. Elinore could only watch with slitted eyes as he tore open his pants and his member sprung free. It looked long and hard in the darkness and without realizing what she was doing, she licked her lips at the sight of it. Caleb gasped, his hips jerking forward and he fisted his hand around his length and started pumping it. She could see the slick on his hands and with a lurch of feminine pride she realized it was hers. He stared down at her, mouth open, and she thought his teeth looked sharper and longer than they should be. He watched her, his eyes moving over her face, then her torso and then back to her face. He placed one of his hands on the soft swell of her belly, pressing into the tender flesh. She felt a rush of feeling and she ran one of her hands down the length of her ribcage, smoothing over top of his, watching his eyes track the movement. Caleb groaned and then he was spurting hot and wet over her stomach and he cursed, filthy and guttural, the ugly word sharp and exquisite; it made her muscles seize and tighten. Elinore clutched his hand on her hip tightly, pressing it into her flesh as he spilled his seed on her.

Caleb panted, staring down at her, and then he reached forward with his wet fingers, the ones that had been inside her, and he rubbed his seed across her belly, massaging it into her skin. Not thinking, she snatched up his hand and pulled it toward her mouth and sucked two of his fingers deep inside, tasting her own slick and his seed. She bit at his fingers and he lurched forward, burying his mouth against her neck. She felt his teeth, improbably sharp against her skin, and then he bit down. She arched against him, pushing as much of her against him as she could and God, she felt his teeth break her skin and it hurt, but it felt good. It felt like belonging and she wanted to settle her own teeth against his skin, she needed to feel his flesh give away under her jaw. Elinore found the meaty part where his neck met his shoulder and bit down as hard as she dared, not feeling the skin break, but knowing she was leaving deep marks on him that would linger for days, perhaps weeks.