Then, his lips still on mine: “What else?”
I want you to take my clothes off right here and ravish me and make me come and shout and scream like you said you could two months ago and I want you naked and on top of me and oh, God, I want everything.
“Take my jacket off,” I whisper, and as the words leave my mouth he’s already pushing it over my shoulders, lips on my jaw, on my neck, on my now-bare shoulders as it falls to the floor, his arms around my waist, pulling me into him.
“What else?” he murmurs, and I can hear the smile playing across his lips.
I reach behind myself, grab the bannister, hop up, my knees now on either side of his hips as I balance, precarious.
“Come closer,” I say.
Caleb moves an inch, one hand flattened on the wall next to my head, a teasing eyebrow raised.
“Closer,” I tell him. “Closer. Closer.”
I pull him in until my legs are wrapped around his hips and his hardness is against my heat, making me grip the bannister in both hands as he kisses me and his body moves against mine, hungry and needy and wild.
“What else?” he growls.
“Touch me,” I say.
He lights two fingers on one shoulder, draws a slow circle.
“Here?” he murmurs.
I grab his wrist, drag his hand to my chest where a pushup bra and a pair of socks are giving me much more cleavage than I actually have. For the record, the socks are clean.
“Here,” I say, and he groans, both hands closing around me, cock throbbing. “And here,” I murmur into his mouth as we kiss again, unbuttoning the last few buttons on the vest.
His mouth leaves mine as he opens it, traveling to my neck, my shoulder, my collarbone. He slides his hand under one bra strap, twists it around his finger, tugs lightly.
“Like this?” he asks.
“Yes,” I whisper, and he pulls the shiny black strap over my shoulder, onto my arm, and then my nipple is out and he slides his thumb over it, the rough pad skipping along as I arch my back and gasp.
“Jesus,” he says, the word half a whisper and half a moan, the fingers of his other hand already under my other bra strap. “And like this?”
I can only nod, and then he has both my breasts in his hands and he’s pressing himself into me, groaning, and he’s pinching my nipples between his fingers and his very hard cock is rubbing against me, finding my clit even through layers of fabric.
He kisses me again and this time I moan into his mouth, wrapping my legs around him, sliding my hands under his shirt and along the warm, rigid muscles of his torso.
“And you want me to touch you like this?” he rasps, the organ music still soaring, his fingers pinching my nipples, rolling them as he bucks against me.
“Please,” is all I can say.
“What else, Thalia?” he asks.
“Can I touch you?” I ask, already touching him, my hands under his shirt, fingers skimming along the waistband of his jeans, and Caleb grins.
“Always,” he says, thumbs sliding over my nipples, sending a spasm through my body. “Thalia, you can touch me whenever and wherever you want. My body is yours to plunder.”
“Plunder?” I ask. “Are you sure?”
“Do your worst,” he says, and slowly, carefully, I slide the flat of my hand along the length of his clothed erection as he groans.
His head finds my shoulder and his hands find my thighs, clamped around them and he pushes himself into me and groans again like he’s lost.
So I do it again, and then again, and I’m definitely not a dick expert but I think we might be working with a lot here.
I expect the thought to make me anxious, given my virginal status.
It does not, so I pull on the button of his jeans until it pops open.
Before I can grab his zipper, his hand catches my wrist.
“I thought you were mine to plunder,” I say.
“I am,” he says, and slides his hands up my thighs, palms skipping and catching on the fishnet. “But I also believe in chivalry, and most particularly in ladies coming first.”
With that he grabs the waistband of my shorts, pulls me off the bannister, lowers his mouth to mine.
“Can I make you come?” he asks, fingers already dipping below my waistband, teasing at the elastic of my thong. “Please?”
“Yes,” I whisper, and almost instantly I’m undone and he slides his hand past the garter belt that Margaret got me a discount on, under my thong and then his fingers are exploring me, his mouth on mine, his other hand thumbing my nipple.
“You’re wet as hell,” he whispers, catching my lip between his teeth. “Thalia, you’re so —”
His fingers glide over my clit, and my whole body jolts.