Chapter 185
Elena's POV
I brought my hand to my mouth, sucking two fingers, and heard a growl that made my eyes snap open.
Caleb was stroking his cock. His thick, engorged shaft pulsed in his hand, the size impressive.
I giggled, biting my lip, completely mesmerized by him.
"Lie down," he commanded, his voice filled with dominance, raw desire, and unmistakable animal hunger.
A shiver ran through me, and I propped myself up on my elbows, lying back, my eyes never leaving his, completely drawn to his dominance.
"Baby, your first orgasm is mine," he said, starting at my feet and kissing his way up my ankle, licking the inside of my thigh.
I gasped sharply. He was so close to my core. My heart raced, feeling like I couldn't breathe, panting.
Feeling the warmth of his breath, I arched my back, and when his hot tongue made contact with my sex, the pleasure was unlike anything I'd ever felt.
"Oh my God," I cried out, gripping the sheets beneath me. I couldn't stop my hips from moving, tiny currents of pleasure shooting through my body as his tongue delved deep into my core, his skill addictive.
I trembled all over, making sounds I'd never made before. I felt like I was becoming someone else entirely.
When I felt pressure deep inside, I gasped, realizing he wasn't just using his mouth—his fingers were exploring inside me, searching for my most sensitive spot.
Then suddenly, he stopped. I froze, feeling a wave of loss. Why did he stop? Did I do something wrong?
"Baby, you okay?"
I felt frustrated. The building orgasm was slowly fading, the tingling in my stomach lessening.
"Please don't stop," I whispered, wanting to come on his tongue, needing to release this pressure that had been building.
"Baby," he called to me, his thumb circling my clit, drawing a cry from me. He was teasing me while also testing my limits.
"Caleb," I cried out, my voice full of longing and need.
"Baby, I want your first orgasm on my cock, not my mouth," he said, pressing a gentle kiss to my sex before crawling up my body.
The moment his lips touched mine, I immediately slid my tongue inside. Though I enjoyed the playfulness and anticipation of my body building toward climax, I wanted Caleb inside me more—this desire was almost primal, like some instinct driving me.
I wanted a big, sexy, filthy kiss, completely surrendering to the feeling.
I could feel the tip of his cock at my entrance, sliding through my soft folds, hitting my sensitive spot every time he moved.
"Damn, baby, you're soaking wet," he said, obvious satisfaction and possession in his voice.
"P-please, Caleb," I begged. I couldn't take it anymore, didn't want to be teased, just wanted to be fucked hard.
"Please what?" he whispered.
"Fuck me," I said, instinctively knowing what to say.
When he thrust into me hard, I cried out. He didn't move, letting me adjust to his size, his heat transferring into me, bringing additional pleasure.
I swallowed the sob in my throat, staring into his eyes.
"Fuck, baby, you're so tight," he ground out through clenched teeth.
My inner walls clenched around him, responding instinctively.
"Don't do that or I'll come right now," he hissed. I giggled, and he gasped, clearly struggling to control himself.
"I'm fine," I said, grabbing his face, accepting all of him completely.
When he started moving, I couldn't control myself, moaning, my nails scraping down his back, leaving red marks.
I wanted him faster, deeper. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my feet pressing against his thighs. I wanted to feel every inch of him, wanted to belong to him completely.
"Yes," I moaned as he picked up the pace, his movements more forceful.
"Fuck," he groaned.
"I-I-..." I stammered as that sweet feeling rose in my belly again. The desire grew stronger with each thrust. "Faster, Caleb, please." I knew I was about to come on his cock. "Oh God," I shouted.
"Fuck yes, baby," he groaned.
"Faster," I cried out, moaning instinctively.
He pulled me toward him, steadying my hips, thrusting harder and faster. He buried his head in the crook of my neck, his lips sucking and licking my skin.
I trembled all over, my toes curling as the orgasm crashed through me, a cry spilling from my lips, more intense than any orgasm I'd ever experienced.
He held me tight, grinding his hips, letting me ride out the pleasure.
Then I felt the sting, a slight pain. He sank his sharp teeth into my neck.
He licked my skin. My body tensed, my legs shaking as another orgasm hit, even more intense than the first.
With a final thrust, Caleb came inside me.
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I trembled beneath him, my body still quivering slightly. We fit together perfectly.
I collapsed in his arms, my head resting on his shoulder. I'd never experienced anything like this in my life. The power of the orgasm, the raw intensity of the sex.
"Baby," he murmured, his voice deep and tender.
"Mm?" I could barely form words, my voice still carrying the tremors of aftershocks.
"You okay?" His fingers gently brushed my cheek, kissing the side of my neck.
"I'm good."
Caleb had opened up a whole new world for me. He'd shown me what sex truly meant, what making love felt like. The earth-shattering orgasm and what sex was supposed to be.
My stomach suddenly protested loudly, breaking the intimate moment.
"Hungry?" A smile tugged at his lips.
"A little," I admitted, feeling slightly embarrassed.
"Let me clean you up, then I'll get you something to eat. Sound good?" His eyes, still glowing with satisfaction, met mine.
I nodded, though feeling somewhat confused about the "clean you up" part.
He gently lifted me off him, carefully placing me on the bed. I felt some mild discomfort but no pain. He let me rest on the bed, then left the room as I sank into the mattress, feeling completely boneless.
When he returned, he carried a soft cloth and a bowl of warm water. He sat on the edge of the bed, dipping the cloth into the water.
Wait, do guys actually do this after sex?
"What's that beautiful mind thinking about, baby?" He noticed the change in my expression. "Lie down," he added gently.
As I lay back, I realized how new this was for me. I'd never had anyone care for me like this—not that I had much experience to compare it to, but this tenderness felt special, intentional.