My fingers tangle in his hair and I’m happy when he kisses me. I’d be offended if he didn’t.
He’s rubbing all of the right places. I’ve never felt anything like it. Our breaths mingle as I thrust my hips in time with his, making sure that he reaches exactly where I want him to.
The tingles intensify and spread upwards, rising until I feel my nipples harden further. The ripples slowly move out and spread down my sides, to my thighs, burning in the most pleasing way.
I’ve never… I can’t...
I inhale a sharp breath as he picks up speed, his forehead against mine.
Moments ago I was worried a car would drive by; now I don’t care at all. The need to orgasm consumes me.
I’ve gone from virgin to virgin exhibitionist slut in one hour.
“I’m going to come,” he announces in a strangled moan, the muscles in his arms bulging as he thrusts faster and faster. The sound of him slipping between my thighs, coated with our juices, is so erotic. The sound of his moans make the burning inside of me so much worse. “Nearly… there.”
My stomach clenches. I can’t breathe; I can’t speak; I can’t cry out. My head seems to explode as my eyelids flutter closed of their own accord. I can’t control it; my body is no longer my own. My soul seems to expand and wrap around his as we both throb together, pulse together, orgasm together. I cling to him desperately as I reach my peak and he reaches his. I want him inside me, filling me. If I’d been at the right angle I’d have forced it too. I’ve never found myself so lost to pleasure before.
I want to go again and we aren’t even done yet.
The tingles slowly retreat and my blurred vision focuses as his thrusts slow to an occasional sharp jerk of his body.
I’m crushed against the seat when he collapses on top of me, breathing heavily. “Amazing.”
“Yeah,” I agree, trying to regulate my breathing by taking a few large gulps of air. “Can we do that again?”
He laughs and nods against my neck. “Yeah, but not here. We’ve been lucky this time.”
Or so we think, until we hear an engine as a car drives our way. The car in question beeps three times and somebody cheers, “GET IN!” before driving away. The entire time my cheeks get warmer and warmer and Caleb covers me with his body, so tight he almost absorbs me. I am mortified.
“Stay here,” he whispers and kisses my lips.
Hastily I bring my knees to my chest, covering my nudity, and stare at the greying sky through the window.
Caleb quickly tugs on his clothes, leaving his shirt off. I shy away when he cleans the mess between my thighs, but it soon turns to laughter when I see the wet stain in the middle of the seats. He crinkles his nose playfully and nips at my lips before helping me to pull my clothes on.
“Come on,” he instructs and guides me into the passenger seat. “I’ll call for help.”
Oh right, the flat tyre. I completely forgot about that. Not that anyone can blame me.
“Is that the first time you’ve had an orgasm?” He asks me as the sky gets darker.
We’re still sat in the car, waiting to be fixed. The company he called said they’d be an hour and it has only been thirty minutes.
His question shocks me and I choke a little on air. “Umm… no. Obviously I’ve… you know?”
His smile widens to one of cockiness and eagerness. “Do tell.”
“Everybody masturbates,” I mutter, nervously tucking my hair behind my ear.
“Fuck me, you’re cute.”
“Sorry.”
“Hey…” He places his finger under my chin and finds my eyes with his. The way they stare directly into mine with such softness makes me feel like he’s caressing my soul. Parts of me I’ve never felt before want to detach and wrap around him, keep him locked to me forever. “Don’t ever apologise to me. You’re precious.”
“Precious?” My brows hit my hairline.
“Perfect.” He leans forward and kisses the corner of my mouth. “Cute and sexy and so bloody pretty I just want to eat you.”
“You just did,” I mumble aloud and hang my head in shame the second I realise my error.
He throws his head back and laughs. His arms hook around my neck and he pulls me to him over the console. Kissing my hair, he leans back and makes eye contact once more. “Did I tell you I’m fucking ecstatic I gave my heart to you on the beach that day?”
“You might have mentioned it.”
“Good, because it’s true.”
“I believe you,” I admit because I do believe him.
I get that the dating phase is the best phase but something tells me that this is real and this will last. Maybe I’m naïve, but I don’t care. I’m just lucky to feel like this. I’m lucky to have Caleb even for a few minutes, let alone for as long as I have already.
Chapter Four
“You’ve got paint on your nose.” Caleb grins.
“What?” I rub my nose on my sleeve, perplexed when it comes back clear. “Where?”
“Here.” His thumb rubs across the bridge between my eyes, making them cross to watch his thumb. “Gone.”
I step back and admire my work. I’ve painted his bedroom in three different pastel shades, green, blue and lilac. It sounds weird but it looks amazing. Caleb and my mum both gagged at the idea but now it’s done I’m sure they’ll love it. Each colour blends into the next. It’s bright, it’s airy and it’s perfect.
“I love it.” He gives an impressed nod, admiring it with me. I want to stick out my tongue and chant like a child, ‘told you so, told you so.’
“How are the shelves coming along?” He’s been downstairs for a while trying to set up a bookcase while I’ve been painting.
He lowers his head in embarrassment. “Not too good actually.”
I laugh and wrap my arms around his waist. “It’s okay. We’ll do it together in a minute. Go put the kettle on. I need to finish up here.”
Caleb is extremely talented with everything academic, but is entirely hopeless when it comes to building, skating and even biking. Football too. Pretty much anything that involves any kind of coordination with his body or the use of his hands. That doesn’t include when his hands are slipping between my legs, because his hands really know how to work magic in this area.
It’s one of the things I love about him.
He’s also not the best dancer in the world, not unless he’s dancing with me and then it’s like we’re making love on the dance floor.
I place all of the paint trays and rollers in the bath and get to work on cleaning them. Once those are done, I head downstairs and immediately laugh when I see the state of the room. There are planks of wood all over the place, none of them organized, none of them labelled.
“You’re hopeless,” I snort and squeal when he starts tickling my ribs.
It’s been a week since our car tyre blew on us and I still can’t believe he’s actually staying. I’m actually standing in his new house, covered in paint with my heart hammering a mile a minute. I feel on top of the world.