All the Right Moves (All The Right Moves 3) - Page 71

A short, stunned squeal flies from her lips. “Caleb,” she breathes. “I-I don’t… I…”

“Is this okay?” My large hands splay her stomach, and I draw a circle around her belly button as she gazes down at me, eyes glassing over.

“You don’t h-have to… you know…” Her head thumps back down on the pillow, and she covers her face with her hands. “Oh god.”

“Go down on you?” I growl into her belly, fingers toying with the thin waistband of her virginal white cotton panties. “Baby, I want to. So bad.” I take a deep breath. “Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it.”

I give her stomach another lick, eyes trained on her, waiting.

“I’ve never… Please don’t make me say it.”

“Yes or no, Abby.” Another lick. Another growl.

She bites her lip, and I bite her panties. Moaning, her head flails to the side as she squeezes her eyes shut. They flutter open, and she lifts her head, parts her lips, and breathes, “Y-yes.”

“Thank God,” I snarl, caressing the elastic band of her underwear and burying my nose in the apex of her thighs before running my nose up and down the seam of her crotch.

Through her panties.

Above me, Abby lets out a surprised yelp, her hips lifting slightly off the bed. The sight of her thrashing on the bed is mind-altering, and I suck on her underwear, wetting them with my tongue, just to get another reaction from her.

“Oh! Oh Jesus, Caleb.” I suck her through her panties harder when she gasps my name. “Are you t-trying to k-kill me?” Her words come out in a low, long, and tortured pant, and she grapples for a handful of sheets, knuckles turning pale pink as she grips them like her life depends on it. “I don’t know if I can h-handle this.”

Have I mentioned how much I fucking love her stammering? She only does it when she’s turned on or nervous, and I noticed that’s only with me.

And it’s fucking intoxicating. Addicting.

“Shhhh. Relax,” I cajole, voice raspy and on the verge of cracking. “You’re so fucking wet, baby.”

As I pull back the waistband of her pristine underwear, I look up at her naked and withering in the center of my big bed, and almost cream my sleep pants from the sight of her pale pink tits jiggling when she squirms her hips impatiently.

Grinding my dick into the mattress for some temporary relief, I pull down the only thing stopping me from making her come down her hips, tossing the discarded panties to the side.

I can’t stop the grin spreading across my lips when I’m finally able to hook my arms around her legs, spreader her wider, and lower my face between her trembling thighs—giving us both what we’ve wanted since setting eyes on each other.

CHAPTER 25

ABBY

Dear Heavenly Father, please forgive me for—ugh. Oh god. Wait. Not you. Him. Yes, right there. Don’t stop. Shit, oh shit, oh god. Father, p-p-pleasssse… forgive me for my sins. This sinning. Th-th-this, oh… the sinning. Yes. Ooohh… that tongue. I’m so sorry, God. I’m s-sor… Deeper! Yes! I mean, no!

“Deeper! Yes! I mean, no!” I slap a hand over my mouth, horrified by the loud moaning and incoherent babbling that slips out. “Caleb, oh god.” I gasp at the top of my voice. “Mmmnnugh. Right there.”

Embarrassed.

But—oh God—does it feel good.

His face is buried deep between my legs, his long, eager tongue doing things to my body that I couldn’t have imagined in my wildest fantasies. As my eyes roll back in my head, it occurs to me briefly how my friends can have casual sex—sleep with someone just for an orgasm. I get it now.

Because this. Feels. Incredible.

Addictive.

Intoxicating.

Intoxicating.

Crap. I’m repeating myself.

I try praying again, to beg forgiveness for having premarital sex, but I can’t concentrate with Caleb’s teeth and tongue thrashing down by my core. I clear my throat and give his hair a tug. “Ca… Caleb. Please. Stop.”

He lifts his head, mouth glistening, disoriented eyes on fire. For me. He crawls his way up my body, sliding his rock-hard groin against my legs, resting it between them.

My head tips back and he kisses my neck. I can taste myself on him when he presses a kiss on my lips, murmuring, “Tell me what you want, baby. I don’t want to push you.”

“You.” I can feel my eyes shining as I try to focus on his face, but I haven’t come and I can’t. Won’t. “Inside me. I want you inside me. Please.”

His nostrils flare, and his mouth slams down on mine, sucking my tongue into his mouth and running his hands over my ribcage, up to my breasts, squeezing and molding them with his palm.

“I want you so fucking bad, Abby. So fucking bad.”

I do my best to nod. I might have lolled my head to the side. Who the hell knows.

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