Safe with Me
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“More,” he growls and begins pumping those fingers in and out of me harder, faster, sending me directly into another long orgasm, making me scream out his name.
He pulls back and stands, shuts off the water and peels the wet clingy clothes off his hard body. When he turns to grab towels, I see a tattoo on his left shoulder blade, and another high on his right bicep.
And when he turns back to me, his cock is long and full, standing at full attention. I lick my lips at the idea of getting my hands, and lips, on his beautiful dick.
Every inch of him is just plain amazing.
He brusquely runs a towel over himself, wiping most of the water away, and then pulls me out of the shower and wraps me gently in a long bath blanket, running his hands up and down my body, letting the thick material soak up the water before he tosses it aside, lifts me in his arms, and sets off toward the bedroom.
“Round two.” He smiles widely, his amazing dimples creasing in his cheeks and I kiss his cheek, inhaling his musky, male scent.
“My turn to drive you crazy?” I ask.
“Not yet.” He kisses my forehead and lays me gently in the middle of the bed.
“Caleb,” I catch his hand in mine and kiss his knuckles, brushing over tiny white scars with my thumb. “I seriously think it’s your turn to get off.”
“Brynna,” he murmurs and settles himself between my thighs, his naked pelvis resting against my own, and brushes wet strands of hair away from my face. “Watching you come is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
He grins as I gasp.
“Trust me, I’m getting off on getting you off. We have all night. The kids won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon, right?”
“Yeah,” I nod.
“Let’s enjoy each other, baby.”
His voice is thick and hot with lust, and his eyes are bright as they stare into my own. How did I ever doubt that he wants me? It’s written all over that incredible face of his.
“I do enjoy you,” I tell him with a grin and run my fingertips down his back to his ass. “And your ass.”
“My ass?” He asks with a laugh.
“Oh yeah, you have a great ass.” The muscles flex under my palms as he lifts and begins to slide down my body.
“I’m glad you approve.” He winks at me and sits back on his heels, dragging his hand from my sternum, down my cleavage to my belly. His face sobers as he watches himself touch me. “Your skin is so soft.”
“As you can see, I have post-baby body,” I inform him and smile when his eyes meet mine.
“Don’t tell me you’re self conscious.”
“No,” I wave him off and enjoy the way he’s taking me in. “It is what it is. I had two babies in here.” I rest my hands on my belly. “It took a toll. My body won’t ever be what it was before them, but I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.”
“Don’t cover yourself.” He pulls my hands off my belly and kisses them both and then leans down and plants sweet kisses over my stomach and down to my pubis. “Your long body is sexy, Bryn. I love how tall you are.”
I grin down at him. “I love how tall you are. It means I can wear heels when I’m around you and you’re still taller than me.”
“I fucking love it when you wear heels,” he growls and settles down the bed so he can play with my pussy. “They make your legs look ten miles long.”
“Caleb, if you go down on me again right now, my body will implode. I really want you inside me.”
He ignores me, kissing the insides of my thighs and nuzzling my lips with his nose, making me squirm.
“Did you hear me?”
“I heard you.”
“Well?” I ask but sigh when he shoves his hands under my ass and tilts my pelvis up, giving him better access to me.
“Brynna,” he whispers against my core, making my pussy clench.
“What?”
“Give me just one more, baby. One more time.”
He leans in close and pulls my lips into his mouth, hollows his cheeks and sucks gently, pushes his tongue inside me, always pulling my hips forward and harder against his face.
It’s un-freaking-believable.
Suddenly, my thigh and stomach muscles begin to shake uncontrollably. I grip the sheets at my hips in my fists and plant my heels on his back, pushing my pussy against him harder as I come apart at the seams.
He lazily kisses my inner thighs, my hips and up to my breasts, where he pulls the nipples through his lips, leaving them hard and puckered. Finally, he climbs his way up to rest on his elbows beside my head and brushes his knuckles down my cheeks.
“Are you okay?” he murmurs.
“I don’t think okay is the word,” I respond with a grin and kiss him lightly.
“Better than okay?” he asks with a cocked eyebrow.
“Only one thing would make me feel better,” I murmur against his lips just before he sinks down for a long, wet kiss.
“What?” he asks when he finally pulls away.
“What what?” I ask, my brain completely fried.
“What would make you feel better, baby?” He asks with a chuckle.
A slow smile spreads across my lips as I circle my hips, nudging his cock with my pubis. “I think you already know.”
“How long has it been for you, Bryn?” He pulls back and watches my face intently.
“Four years, seven months,” I whisper and drop my eyes to his Adams apple, unable to meet his gaze.