116. Rain - Don't hold back

116. Rain - Don't hold back
Caleb lets out a grunt of approval before his mouth returns to my breast. 
His lips are hot on my skin as he peppers kisses all over my chest. “You are so sweet, so lovely. I’m going to be careful,” he promises. “So very careful.” 
I hate that he thinks I’m something fragile that he has to be careful not to break. 
“I don’t want you to be careful, I want you to fuck me.” 
My words take Caleb by surprise. “Red, are you sure? I can be rough, and you’re not ready for that. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I promise.
Caleb presses his lips to my jaw. “I love so much. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to express what’s in my heart.” 
“Then show me,” I suggest. 
Caleb captures my lips in a kiss so rough, so demanding, so punishing, it leaves me breathless. He has never kissed me like this before. He no longer holds back, showing me how much he wants me. His hunger for me should scare me, but all it does is make me want him even more. 
When he found me, I was so broken, I wanted to die, but Caleb showed me how to live again.
I exist to love Caleb and to be loved by him. 
Caleb’s breath shudders against my neck as he lifts his head. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmurs, voice rough with restraint. 
His hands slide down my sides, fingers tracing the curve of my waist like he’s memorizing me all over again. There’s reverence in the way he touches me now—like I’m sacred, but not untouchable. His grip tightens just enough to make my breath hitch, his gaze searching mine for a final thread of hesitation.
There is none.
Something shifts in him. The careful tenderness disappears, replaced by a storm of heat and possession. Caleb’s mouth crashes into mine, hungry and fierce. His hands roam, exploring every inch of my skin like he’s starved for it, like he needs to anchor himself in me.
“You have no idea how much I want you,” he says. 
He presses me down into the bed, his weight a comforting pressure. He kisses his way down my throat, over the hollow of my collarbone, down to my belly, worshiping every inch like it’s a promise. 
When his mouth reaches my pussy, Caleb groans—a sound so deep and reverent it sends a shiver racing up my spine. He peels away the last barrier between us, dragging my panties down my legs with deliberate slowness.
“Perfect,” he murmurs, almost to himself. He lifts the hem of my nightgown and pushes it up, baring me fully to his view.
“Open for me,” he says, his voice a growl of command and need.
I do, parting my thighs in silent invitation. His hands slide beneath them, lifting and anchoring me to the bed as his mouth lowers to me. The first touch of his tongue is slow, languid—a tease that has me gasping his name. Then he’s feasting, devouring, dragging pleasure from me with every stroke, every flick, every low hum of satisfaction against my sensitive skin.
I clutch at the sheets, at his shoulders, at anything I can reach as heat coils low in my belly, building faster than I can handle. Caleb is relentless. Focused. Consumed.
When I cry out his name, body writhing, he doesn’t stop—he rides the wave with me, holding me down and giving me no escape from the release that crashes over me like a tidal wave. He doesn’t let me go until I’m trembling, breathless, utterly undone.
Only then does he rise, kissing his way back up my body like a man claiming every inch. His mouth finds mine again—demanding, messy, tasting of me. His hips press against mine, and I feel the hard length of him, thick and ready, grinding into my slick heat.
“I need to be inside you,” he rasps. “I need to feel you wrapped around me.”
“Then do it,” I whisper. “Claim me.”
He pushes his pants down his hips then he pushes into me with a deep, shuddering groan, and my world narrows to the feeling of him stretching me open, claiming me in a way that’s raw and consuming. My breath catches, a moan slipping from my lips as my body arches toward his, already desperate for more.
He doesn’t wait. He sets a punishing rhythm, each thrust hard and purposeful, driving into me with all the pent-up need he’s held back for far too long. The headboard slams softly against the wall with every movement, the sound of skin on skin drowned only by my gasps and his low growls.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he rasps, even as his fingers curl into my hips, holding me exactly where he wants me.
“It’s not—don’t stop,” I gasp, nails digging into his back. “Goddess, Caleb, don’t stop.”
He kisses me like he’s drowning, like I’m the air he needs to breathe. His hand slips between us, fingers finding the place where I’m already pulsing, circling it with maddening precision until I’m clawing at the sheets, my body trembling under his.
“You’re so tight, so perfect,” he pants against my lips. “I’ve never—fuck—I’ve never needed anyone like this.”
I come apart around him with a cry, the orgasm crashing through me in waves, blinding and consuming. Caleb doesn’t stop. He rides it out, driving me higher, keeping me there until my legs are shaking and I’m begging for mercy—or more. I’m not even sure which.
With a final, deep thrust, Caleb buries himself inside me and groans my name like it’s a prayer. His whole body shudders as he follows me over the edge, pouring himself into me, giving me everything.
When he collapses beside me, pulling me into his arms, I feel the tremble in his chest and the press of his lips against my hair.
“I love you,” he whispers again. “No matter how many times I say it, it’ll never feel like enough.”
I smile, heart thundering, body aching in the best way. “Then don’t say it,” I murmur, turning to kiss him. “Show me. Again.”
And he does.