Her eyes widened as his hard shaft pressed against her.
Heat coursed through her, and a tingle between her legs had her pressing in closer. She moaned against her muscles clenching.
She pulled her hand from his and slid it down between them. Nothing stood between her and what she wanted.
She gripped his massive shaft in her hand and started stroking him, his skin smooth and hot to the touch. Good Lord, she'd never wanted someone as much as she did right now.
His breath shuddered against her lips as he broke the kiss.
"You don't know what you are playing at."
She chuckled. "Oh, I believe I do. I'm pretty sure I know what this is for."
She gripped him a bit tighter, and a breath hissed out on his next words.
"I meant -" he cut off.
"I know what you meant."
He quickly claimed her mouth again, his kisses deepened, his tongue dancing with hers.
She squealed as his hands gripped her ass and lifted her. Her hand came away from his dick, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. As he walked, the crotch of her pants rubbed against his hard-on. Her breathing deepened with each step. The need and the want mixed. Her body heated in desperate desire while her heart beat with each kiss, each matched breath.
He stopped walking and pulled his face away.
"No!" she yelled.
This time it was his turn to chuckle.
"Marci, I want you. You have no idea how bad."
She gulped down air. "Yes I do, and it's pressing against me right now. Why did you stop."
His eyes narrowed. "You truly want this? Want me? There is no going back once you're in my bed." The tip of his nose feathered her cheek as his soft kisses trailed her jaw line down to her neck. "You will be mine."
"Good Lord, yes. You have my permission."
His hot breath tickled her collarbone.
"Yes," she said one more time for good measure.
He didn't get a chance for any more words as she nearly climbed him, grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him senseless.
The next minute he dropped her against a soft mattress as he crawled over her.
Kissing her one more time he pulled away, lifting the bottom of her shirt. He kissed her belly and goosebumps formed across her skin, but this time there was no cold. His hands felt their way to her waistband, she pushed her hips towards him.
Marci couldn't stifle the moan at the graze of his fingers as he freed the button of her jeans. He yanked at her pants as she lifted her ass for him. In one quick motion, she was naked. Her heartbeat pulsed as his hands slid up her calves, moving up along her legs to her inner thighs. The muscles between her legs tightened in anticipation and need.
He teased her, his hands grazing the crease of her thighs up to her stomach. She groaned.
"Please, Caleb."
She calmed a bit when he kissed her body, the body that she'd never thought was perfect enough, yet here right now she felt sexy.
She raised her hips, begging for attention. The rumble of his chest told her he was laughing.
"Don't you laugh at me, you ass." She tried to wiggle away.
"You aren't going anywhere, Marci. I told you, you are mine."
"Then why are you ..."
His lips closed around her nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive nub.
She arched her back and bit down on her lower lip.
What was I mad about?
His fingers kneaded her other breast, pinching the taut bud. So many sensations. He pulled away, and she nearly cried out.
"You are amazing, Marci. Absolutely perfect."
He was blind right now, and she didn't care.
"I'm not perfect."
He kissed the words away. Marci's body shivered at the soft touch down her side, to her hip, to her thigh.
Yes.
His fingers played at her inner thigh, a feather touch making her squirm in need. Her eyes closed and she tried to move her hips closer to his hand.
Desire coiled tighter and tighter, the cold of the forest gone. She ached for him. A growl of desperation sat in her throat as his lips worked her mouth.
The salty-sweet of his kiss and the burning thrum of her core was almost too much.
His index finger slowly traced her heat, slowly parting the lips and sliding along the moisture of her entrance. His fingers circling, only to leave her breathless. Her cry caught as he moved away and began to rub at her sensitive clit. She nearly jumped at the sensation. God, she was ready.
He pulled away from her, their breathing ragged.
"I can't wait anymore. Please."
Their eyes locked for a moment. Her chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath. The fire in Caleb's eyes; the way he touched her was everything she'd wanted. His touch, the fuel to ignite her smothered soul.
The head of his dick played at her entrance, a slow ache as her body prepared to take him in.
He slowly pushed into her. Her muscles burned as they stretched around him.
She sucked in a breath as inch by inch he filled her, he slowly pulled out, and then pushed back in. Slowly repeating the motion, easing her body to fit his. Lifting her hips to meet his next thrust, her breath rushing out.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he found a rhythm rocking within her. Every thrust filled with the raw power of everything that was Caleb. The muscles of his back flexing under her hands with every stroke.
She wanted him. The walls of her core grew tighter and tighter, greedily pulling him back. She wanted more of him. She hooked her heals around his back, driving him harder and harder. The world began to fall away as her body wound tighter and tighter needing a release, needing him to release her.
She began to tremble
