Life With An English Noble
By: Wizardtho
Chapter 3:
Professor Wakefeld didn't move his fingers. I instinctively kissed them lightly before backing up a hair to say, "Do you feel it? The warm, fuzzy spine tingle?"
He gave me a blinding smile as he nodded, saying, "Since we first made contact when you shook my hand. Everytime we touch with just the slightest contact, I feel it."
I nodded, “Me too, but I've never focused enough to find what gave me the reaction until tonight.”
He nodded, thoughtful, "I didn't know if you would feel it, since you're human. It's good to know that you do. Tell me something?" I nodded, smiling, so he asked hesitantly, "Have you ever noticed a pull in your chest? As if it would guide you, if you let it?"
I nodded as I bit my lip. I felt it all the time when I wasn't near him, but I didn't know if I should say it. He'd probably run like hell. His smile got wider as he whispered, “Me too... did Carlisle or the others ever explain to you what it meant?”
I furrowed my brows before shaking my head, still not daring to speak. He mumbled, “They probably all just assumed and let him get away with it without checking.”
I shook my head, "What do you mean? Assumed what?"
He looked at me with a shocked expression. “You heard me?”
I giggled, "Yep. Had to hone my skills if I didn't want to be left out of their below-human-hearing talks."
He chuckled, then said, “Did they ever talk about mates around you?” I nodded, "Yeah, I was supposedly Edward's mate... but after they had all been gone for a week, I came to the conclusion they were buggered in the head. If I was truly his mate, he would have done anything to keep me forever, not keep me human. He wouldn't have been able to stay away from me for a whole week, or almost kill me by sucking out the venom. They had to give me so much blood in the hospital, that Carlisle said I was barely alive when I got to the emergency room. He was the one that had to pull Edward off me."
He nodded, “But they never told you the technicalities of it?”
I shook my head, not understanding what he was getting at. “Edward said I was his mate, Alice confirmed with a vision that we were running hand-in-hand through a forest as vampires, and everyone went along with it.”
He scowled then let out a breath, “Did you ever feel anything when he touched you?”
I nodded, "An electrical jolt... like a static shock at the point of contact. I got used to it, then was able to ignore it fully after a while."
He nodded, "They didn't back up his statement with facts, Isa. Your true mate's touch would be pleasant, not a shock. How do you think I always knew where you were and when? How was I always able to find you, even when you were not sticking to your normal schedule?"
I thought for a moment, then my eyes went wide in recognition. I whispered out shakily, "T-the pull?" He nodded slowly, as my eyes got bigger, "The tingle? The reason I always feel safe and comfortable with you? We're... you're..."
He nodded again, then said, "I don't expect for you to just accept me, Isa. I could not approach you romantically during the year, as I was your mentor. Now that you've graduated, I wouldn't be romantically involved with a student. I would like to have the chance to get to..." I cut him off by crawling onto his lap, placing my lips gently against his to stop his speech.
I had always thought him quite sexy, with his short dark hair that stuck up on odd places when he ran his fingers through it, the day-old shave to his face that never seemed to change, Greek god chiseled features, perfectly blended build between 'lean swimmer' and 'dangerous fighter', along with an ass so delicious you just wanted to bite it. His scent and taste, though… Christ, they were beyond anything I could describe.
My lips brushed his once, twice more... then he groaned and trailed his tongue along my bottom lip. I whimpered softly, allowing him to deepen the kiss as he brought my chest flush to his with a moan. Our kiss was slow, yet at the same time, it felt erotic and seriously addictive. He'd suck on my bottom lip, then I'd trail my tongue along his top gum line in return. He'd stroke my tongue with his, causing me to tighten my fingers in his hair with a moan of approval.
When he could sense my need for air, he trailed his lips along my jaw, down to the crook of neck as I panted softly, “God, you taste like sin.”
He chuckled, placing little flicks of his tongue along the same line back to my mouth, then whispered against my lips, “You, My Isa, are the one who tastes like sin... and your scent is simply intoxicating right now.” Shit... how could I forget that they can smell arousal?
I blushed slightly, ducking my head into his shoulder while mumbling, “I forgot your kind could sense that.”
He kissed my shoulder, whispering softly, "Oh, Sweetheart... don't be embarrassed. Do you feel what you do to me? My body's responding to you, just as much as yours is to me."
He pulled my hips down as he ground into my core slightly, causing my head to fall back as my body arched into him with a moan. I swirled my hips as his hands slid up to rest just under my breasts, "Isa, we need to slow down, before... fuck, Isabella. You're a temptress... a natural siren, My Sweet."
His lips trailed down my neck again, but his fingers splayed at my hips, teasing the sliver of skin where my top had ridden up. I bent my head down as I tugged backwards on his hair, bringing my lips to his, "Who said I wanted you to slow down? I've wanted you... God, how I've wanted you... since almost the instant I shook your hand. I think five years is long enough to wait, don't you, Caleb?"
He growled softly as he pulled me into another erotic kiss, picking me up to take me into the house after wrapping my legs around him. I broke the kiss long enough to rush out, “Through there, passed the living room and front entry, to the bigger set of double doors straight ahead.”
He nodded as I nipped along his jaw, then flashed through the house to the master bedroom doors, opening them with a flick of his wrist. I pointed to the bedroom portion, then he walked us straight to the side of my king-sized bed. He gently set me on my feet, tracing the line of my top at my waist. He looked like he realised something, then asked softly, "Do... umm... do I need to prepare myself? For blood to be in the air?"
I smiled as I cupped his cheek, “If you were to have asked me five days after I met you, I would have answered yes, but thanks to my very active imagination and constant craving for you, you can thank my favorite vibe for taking care of that on the sixth day.”
His eyes widened, "You haven't... I mean... "
I chuckled, kissing his lips lightly, “No, I haven't...”
He groaned, then buried his head in my neck, "My God, you're going to make me cum before I'm even inside you, if you actually say the words. Just the thought of you being untouched... only mine... unghh, Isa." He had been slowly drawing his hands up my sides under my top as he spoke, and after a nip to the crook of my neck, he stood back enough to lift it over my head.
Now I'm not usually one to brag, but in the year before I moved here, my body took on a life of its own, seeming to gift me with curves upon curves. An hour a day on the elliptical along with my dance classes -once I moved here- only seemed to accentuate those new curves. I definitely didn't have a child's body anymore, and with the curves came confidence.
Caleb's eyes roamed hungrily over my chest and stomach, then he dropped to his knees in front of me to kiss my navel, whispering, "So sexy, Isabella. I want to worship every inch of you tonight."
My breath left me in a shudder as my core flooded with fresh arousal at his words, then he pressed his nose just above my mound while inhaling deeply. My fingers wove into his hair, causing him to look up at me as he undid the clasp and zipper on my pants. He hooked his thumbs into the low waist, then drew them down my legs, making sure his hands splayed along the back of my legs as he went.
When he reached my feet, he slipped my heel and pant leg off of one foot before going to the other. As he rose back up, he placed kisses along my shins, knees, and thighs, while his hands retraced their path up from my ankles to my lace tanga thong. He groaned, placing another kiss on my navel before standing again. With another flick of his wrist while kissing me, he opened the front clasp of my bra, before he brought it down with his hands caressing along my arms. He backed me up slowly, then broke the kiss when my legs hit the side of the bed.
I crawled backwards up onto the pillows, but when he tried to follow, I smirked while shaking my head, "Nut-uh. You're overdressed for what I want to do... and go at human speed, so I can watch."
He gave me a cheeky grin, then backed up a few steps. He never brought his suit jacket in with him, and his tie was already undone, so he tossed it to me before starting to unbutton his dress shirt. After releasing the cuffs, he moved to the front. By the third button, I was ready to squirm. He was going so damn slow, and I wanted touch him... to feel the definition lines that were peeking out of his shirt with my own fingers. When I shifted on the bed, he smirked at me, making me realize he was purposely teasing me. I sat up on my knees, then scooted to the edge of the bed as I crooked my finger at him, whispering, "Come here, Sexy. I need to touch you. This waiting is driving me crazy."
He moaned, then was in front of me instantly, "Thank God, because I don't know how much longer I could have gone that slow. It was torture not feeling your soft skin under my fingers."
I nodded as I finished undoing the last of his buttons, then slid my hands along his very defined abs. My thumbs brushed along the portion of his V that was revealed, causing him to tremble slightly, “Jesus, Isa... your hands feel incredible... so warm.” I placed a kiss above his silent heart, slid my hands up to his shoulders, then down his arms until the shirt fluttered to the floor.
When I scratched my nails lightly down his chest, raking his nipples in the process, he growled as his hips bucked in response. I played with the button to his pants for a second, teasing him, then he moaned, “Please, Isa.” I flicked the button open, peppering kisses across his chest as I slid the zipper down.
I went to slip my hands between his preference of underwear and his pants, to cup his glorious ass in my hands, but was pleasantly surprised to find no material blocking his skin from my hands. I moaned into his chest, "Shit, that's sexy." He wove his fingers in my hair, tugging lightly, then captured my lips in a steamy kiss. He toed his shoes and socks off as I slipped his pants down his thighs, then suddenly I was being laid back on the pillows in the center of the bed. He sat back on his heels once I was settled, then we took in each others' forms for a minute.
My eyes about popped out of my head when they found his length standing tall, thick, and very... um... well, fucking big. I think I choked slightly, then I whispered, “Caleb? you're going to need to go very slowly. None of my toys are... God, their babies compared to you… yet most of them are supposed to be compared to an average male."
He chuckled while placing a line of kisses along the valley between my breasts, "Shh, Sweetheart. I will make sure you are completely prepared before I enter you, and I promise we will go as slow as you need. You shouldn't feel any pain, I promise."
He licked the sensitive undersides of my breasts, swirling his tongue before nipping, causing me to wrap my fingers in his hair as I moaned, "Christ, Caleb... so good. God, don't stop."
He hummed, swirling his tongue around the outside of my nipple, then took it between his teeth while flicking it with his tongue. My back arched, trying to get him to suck it fully into his mouth as I moaned, "Please..."
I gasped when he wrapped his lips around it and sucked, just as his other hand tugged gently on my neglected nipple. My hands tightened in his hair with a breathless, "More... Oh God, I need you so much... please..." He scraped his teeth along it before switching quickly to the other nipple, causing me to let out a breathless cry at the pleasure it shot through me.
My thong was soaked, as I could now feel my arousal leaking onto my thighs. I bucked my hips up, seeking friction, to which Caleb hissed around my nipple. He let it go with a pop, then looked down at my core while groaning sexily, "Isa, you're dripping, you're so wet. Is this all for me?"
I nodded, "Only you, Caleb. Please, touch me... taste me... something. I'll spontaneously combust if you don't do something soon."
His hands shot to the sides of my thong, then instantly I heard a tearing sound as he flattened himself out on the bed. I saw my ripped thong fluttering to the floor as he tossed it behind him, muttering, "I'll replace that... but right now you smell too delicious to waste another second."
He spread my thighs wider, wrapping an arm over my hips to keep them still. I cried out as his free hand traced my bare slit, making him hum in reply, "Yes, Isa. Let me hear what I do to you. Don't hide your pleasure from me, My Temptress."
I moaned as his fingers circled my clit, then whimpered again when he slowly pushed two inside me. He bent his head to flick his tongue against my clit, eliciting a cry of pleasure from me while my hands fisted tightly in his short locks, "Fuck, that's... oh, Caleb... God, don't ever stop..."
He hummed, sucked lightly while working his fingers in and out of me, causing my hips to buck instinctively as I gasped. He sucked on my folds alternately, making sure he didn't leave any trace of my arousal behind, then removed his fingers briefly to swirl his tongue around my opening. "Fuck! Don't tease... please, Caleb... make me cum for you." He growled when he latched onto my clit again, then pushed his two fingers deep inside me. My breath hitched, but it instantly turned to a throaty moan as he added another finger.
There was a delicious stretching feeling, which got more intense when he slowly tried to separate his fingers inside me. I was so close that when his fingers twisted and curled up along my front wall, at the same time as he bit down on my clit and growled, my body trembled while I screamed out his name. I had to clutch at his shoulders for something to brace me. A torrent of pleasure slammed into me with the force of a bullet train, yet I could do nothing other than revel in the sensations as he guided me through it expertly.
When I could gauge my surroundings again, Caleb was slowly lapping at my core while his hands caressed my trembling thighs. His passion-filled deep amber eyes were shining up at me, so I let out a shaky breath, “Shit, that was intense.”
He nodded slightly, then with a few more gentle licks, he kissed his way up my stomach. He plopped next to me, drawing me into his side while nuzzling me and whispering, "You taste delectable, Isabella. So intoxicating."
I hummed when he drew me up to straddle him, his husky voice sounding in my ear, "It'll be easier this way, because you can control the depth and speed. I'll guide you, but you have the control." I lifted, brought him to my entrance, then kissed him slowly and sweetly as I slid down slightly.
I gasped when his tip was fully sheathed, but his hands squeezed my hips gently in encouragement. I slid a bit further down as I braced my hands on his chest, moaning at the intense feeling of fullness already. I slid up just a bit, then worked down a bit further, whispering, “God, Caleb...”
He moaned, "Slowly, Sweetheart. I don't want you to hurt." I shook my head, lifting a bit before sliding even further down onto his length. He moaned, squeezing my hips gently, then guided them back up to help me work back down again.
After a few more times of that, along with a few hip swirls, we both let out a desire-filled groan as I fully seated on his length. He lifted up onto one hand as he wrapped the other in my hair and drew me to him, kissing me passionately. My hands went to his shoulders while I lifted and seated myself again, swirling my hips once I was all the way down.
I gasped as he slipped just that much deeper, causing Caleb to growl sexily, "Holy hell, you feel amazing. Christ, Isa, do that again."
I did, then another growl rumbled in his chest while I moaned. He placed my feet flat on the bed at his hips, then cupped my ass in his hands as he lifted and seated me one more time, with me swirling again when I reached the bottom. I cried out in pleasure, “Fuck... so deep... again, Caleb...” He moaned, repeating his actions... once, twice, a third time... as I cried out for more, begging for him not to stop.
Instantly I was on my back, my legs thrown over his forearms, with him hovering over me while making a slow deep thrust. An unidentifiable noise broke free from my chest at the new angle; Caleb's voice was raw with passion as he encouraged, "That's it, My Sexy Mate. Let go for me... let your instincts guide you, and tell me what you need."
My eyes rolled back on his next thrust, causing me to moan, "Harder... faster... I'm close again... Caleb, you feel amazing..." He sped up his thrusts, pushing a bit harder, then I cried out, “Fuck... yes, don't stop... more...”
He deepened the angle just a bit, then thrust hard and fast for a few strokes before I shattered in complete ecstasy around him. He moaned through my pleasure, “Jesus... your sweet little pussy's steaming hot and soaking wet... fuck, so tight... that's it, Isabella, cum for me...”
Before I could fully come down from my high, Caleb flipped me onto my knees facing the headboard, whispering, “Spread those luscious thighs for me, Sweetheart, and grab the headboard.”
Once I did, he thrust up into my core from behind, causing me to gasp in pleasure at the new angle. He was hitting that spot inside me, and I knew I'd be incoherent in seconds. “Sweet Jesus, Caleb... right there... oh god, yes... fuck me...”
He growled deeply, pulling me back against his chest, with one hand wrapped around my front on my opposite shoulder as his other went to my clit. He nipped the crook of my neck, moaning, "Is that your sweet spot, Isabella? You're ready again. I can feel your tight walls fluttering so deliciously. Cum for me, Minx... cum hard on my cock."
He was punctuating his words with deep, hard thrusts as he pressed and pinched my clit, then at his last word, he bit down on the crook of my neck just shy of breaking skin. My body quaked violently as I sobbed out his name, both the prayer and the answer in one, causing him to fall with me after two more thrusts.
He held me tight to him while we both trembled in the waves of ecstasy, but when I finally came down, he was licking up my thighs with me laying on the bed. "You had quite the release, Isa. You soaked us both. It was quite an erotic experience... and your taste... pure nectar from the gods. It's utterly intoxicating... so damn sweet."
He continued to lap at my thighs and core, which of course had me wanting more of him. After another few minutes, I tugged on his hair until he kissed his way up to my lips, then attacked his mouth in a passionate kiss. He chuckled, but it immediately turned to a moan when I traced his top teeth with my tongue, “Do you… mmm… know what that… unghh… does to me?”
I hummed, shaking my head as I bit down on his bottom lip, then ran my tongue along it for a second before he said, "Our teeth are extremely sensitive to stimuli. When you do that, I want to fuck you and mark you on the nearest surface. Wall, floor, table, against a door... it doesn't matter where, just as long as my cock is buried deep in that sweet little pussy, while my teeth are just as deeply sunken into your beautiful skin."
Professor Wakefeld didn't move his fingers. I instinctively kissed them lightly before backing up a hair to say, "Do you feel it? The warm, fuzzy spine tingle?"
He gave me a blinding smile as he nodded, saying, "Since we first made contact when you shook my hand. Everytime we touch with just the slightest contact, I feel it."
I nodded, “Me too, but I've never focused enough to find what gave me the reaction until tonight.”
He nodded, thoughtful, "I didn't know if you would feel it, since you're human. It's good to know that you do. Tell me something?" I nodded, smiling, so he asked hesitantly, "Have you ever noticed a pull in your chest? As if it would guide you, if you let it?"
I nodded as I bit my lip. I felt it all the time when I wasn't near him, but I didn't know if I should say it. He'd probably run like hell. His smile got wider as he whispered, “Me too... did Carlisle or the others ever explain to you what it meant?”
I furrowed my brows before shaking my head, still not daring to speak. He mumbled, “They probably all just assumed and let him get away with it without checking.”
I shook my head, "What do you mean? Assumed what?"
He looked at me with a shocked expression. “You heard me?”
I giggled, "Yep. Had to hone my skills if I didn't want to be left out of their below-human-hearing talks."
He chuckled, then said, “Did they ever talk about mates around you?” I nodded, "Yeah, I was supposedly Edward's mate... but after they had all been gone for a week, I came to the conclusion they were buggered in the head. If I was truly his mate, he would have done anything to keep me forever, not keep me human. He wouldn't have been able to stay away from me for a whole week, or almost kill me by sucking out the venom. They had to give me so much blood in the hospital, that Carlisle said I was barely alive when I got to the emergency room. He was the one that had to pull Edward off me."
He nodded, “But they never told you the technicalities of it?”
I shook my head, not understanding what he was getting at. “Edward said I was his mate, Alice confirmed with a vision that we were running hand-in-hand through a forest as vampires, and everyone went along with it.”
He scowled then let out a breath, “Did you ever feel anything when he touched you?”
I nodded, "An electrical jolt... like a static shock at the point of contact. I got used to it, then was able to ignore it fully after a while."
He nodded, "They didn't back up his statement with facts, Isa. Your true mate's touch would be pleasant, not a shock. How do you think I always knew where you were and when? How was I always able to find you, even when you were not sticking to your normal schedule?"
I thought for a moment, then my eyes went wide in recognition. I whispered out shakily, "T-the pull?" He nodded slowly, as my eyes got bigger, "The tingle? The reason I always feel safe and comfortable with you? We're... you're..."
He nodded again, then said, "I don't expect for you to just accept me, Isa. I could not approach you romantically during the year, as I was your mentor. Now that you've graduated, I wouldn't be romantically involved with a student. I would like to have the chance to get to..." I cut him off by crawling onto his lap, placing my lips gently against his to stop his speech.
I had always thought him quite sexy, with his short dark hair that stuck up on odd places when he ran his fingers through it, the day-old shave to his face that never seemed to change, Greek god chiseled features, perfectly blended build between 'lean swimmer' and 'dangerous fighter', along with an ass so delicious you just wanted to bite it. His scent and taste, though… Christ, they were beyond anything I could describe.
My lips brushed his once, twice more... then he groaned and trailed his tongue along my bottom lip. I whimpered softly, allowing him to deepen the kiss as he brought my chest flush to his with a moan. Our kiss was slow, yet at the same time, it felt erotic and seriously addictive. He'd suck on my bottom lip, then I'd trail my tongue along his top gum line in return. He'd stroke my tongue with his, causing me to tighten my fingers in his hair with a moan of approval.
When he could sense my need for air, he trailed his lips along my jaw, down to the crook of neck as I panted softly, “God, you taste like sin.”
He chuckled, placing little flicks of his tongue along the same line back to my mouth, then whispered against my lips, “You, My Isa, are the one who tastes like sin... and your scent is simply intoxicating right now.” Shit... how could I forget that they can smell arousal?
I blushed slightly, ducking my head into his shoulder while mumbling, “I forgot your kind could sense that.”
He kissed my shoulder, whispering softly, "Oh, Sweetheart... don't be embarrassed. Do you feel what you do to me? My body's responding to you, just as much as yours is to me."
He pulled my hips down as he ground into my core slightly, causing my head to fall back as my body arched into him with a moan. I swirled my hips as his hands slid up to rest just under my breasts, "Isa, we need to slow down, before... fuck, Isabella. You're a temptress... a natural siren, My Sweet."
His lips trailed down my neck again, but his fingers splayed at my hips, teasing the sliver of skin where my top had ridden up. I bent my head down as I tugged backwards on his hair, bringing my lips to his, "Who said I wanted you to slow down? I've wanted you... God, how I've wanted you... since almost the instant I shook your hand. I think five years is long enough to wait, don't you, Caleb?"
He growled softly as he pulled me into another erotic kiss, picking me up to take me into the house after wrapping my legs around him. I broke the kiss long enough to rush out, “Through there, passed the living room and front entry, to the bigger set of double doors straight ahead.”
He nodded as I nipped along his jaw, then flashed through the house to the master bedroom doors, opening them with a flick of his wrist. I pointed to the bedroom portion, then he walked us straight to the side of my king-sized bed. He gently set me on my feet, tracing the line of my top at my waist. He looked like he realised something, then asked softly, "Do... umm... do I need to prepare myself? For blood to be in the air?"
I smiled as I cupped his cheek, “If you were to have asked me five days after I met you, I would have answered yes, but thanks to my very active imagination and constant craving for you, you can thank my favorite vibe for taking care of that on the sixth day.”
His eyes widened, "You haven't... I mean... "
I chuckled, kissing his lips lightly, “No, I haven't...”
He groaned, then buried his head in my neck, "My God, you're going to make me cum before I'm even inside you, if you actually say the words. Just the thought of you being untouched... only mine... unghh, Isa." He had been slowly drawing his hands up my sides under my top as he spoke, and after a nip to the crook of my neck, he stood back enough to lift it over my head.
Now I'm not usually one to brag, but in the year before I moved here, my body took on a life of its own, seeming to gift me with curves upon curves. An hour a day on the elliptical along with my dance classes -once I moved here- only seemed to accentuate those new curves. I definitely didn't have a child's body anymore, and with the curves came confidence.
Caleb's eyes roamed hungrily over my chest and stomach, then he dropped to his knees in front of me to kiss my navel, whispering, "So sexy, Isabella. I want to worship every inch of you tonight."
My breath left me in a shudder as my core flooded with fresh arousal at his words, then he pressed his nose just above my mound while inhaling deeply. My fingers wove into his hair, causing him to look up at me as he undid the clasp and zipper on my pants. He hooked his thumbs into the low waist, then drew them down my legs, making sure his hands splayed along the back of my legs as he went.
When he reached my feet, he slipped my heel and pant leg off of one foot before going to the other. As he rose back up, he placed kisses along my shins, knees, and thighs, while his hands retraced their path up from my ankles to my lace tanga thong. He groaned, placing another kiss on my navel before standing again. With another flick of his wrist while kissing me, he opened the front clasp of my bra, before he brought it down with his hands caressing along my arms. He backed me up slowly, then broke the kiss when my legs hit the side of the bed.
I crawled backwards up onto the pillows, but when he tried to follow, I smirked while shaking my head, "Nut-uh. You're overdressed for what I want to do... and go at human speed, so I can watch."
He gave me a cheeky grin, then backed up a few steps. He never brought his suit jacket in with him, and his tie was already undone, so he tossed it to me before starting to unbutton his dress shirt. After releasing the cuffs, he moved to the front. By the third button, I was ready to squirm. He was going so damn slow, and I wanted touch him... to feel the definition lines that were peeking out of his shirt with my own fingers. When I shifted on the bed, he smirked at me, making me realize he was purposely teasing me. I sat up on my knees, then scooted to the edge of the bed as I crooked my finger at him, whispering, "Come here, Sexy. I need to touch you. This waiting is driving me crazy."
He moaned, then was in front of me instantly, "Thank God, because I don't know how much longer I could have gone that slow. It was torture not feeling your soft skin under my fingers."
I nodded as I finished undoing the last of his buttons, then slid my hands along his very defined abs. My thumbs brushed along the portion of his V that was revealed, causing him to tremble slightly, “Jesus, Isa... your hands feel incredible... so warm.” I placed a kiss above his silent heart, slid my hands up to his shoulders, then down his arms until the shirt fluttered to the floor.
When I scratched my nails lightly down his chest, raking his nipples in the process, he growled as his hips bucked in response. I played with the button to his pants for a second, teasing him, then he moaned, “Please, Isa.” I flicked the button open, peppering kisses across his chest as I slid the zipper down.
I went to slip my hands between his preference of underwear and his pants, to cup his glorious ass in my hands, but was pleasantly surprised to find no material blocking his skin from my hands. I moaned into his chest, "Shit, that's sexy." He wove his fingers in my hair, tugging lightly, then captured my lips in a steamy kiss. He toed his shoes and socks off as I slipped his pants down his thighs, then suddenly I was being laid back on the pillows in the center of the bed. He sat back on his heels once I was settled, then we took in each others' forms for a minute.
My eyes about popped out of my head when they found his length standing tall, thick, and very... um... well, fucking big. I think I choked slightly, then I whispered, “Caleb? you're going to need to go very slowly. None of my toys are... God, their babies compared to you… yet most of them are supposed to be compared to an average male."
He chuckled while placing a line of kisses along the valley between my breasts, "Shh, Sweetheart. I will make sure you are completely prepared before I enter you, and I promise we will go as slow as you need. You shouldn't feel any pain, I promise."
He licked the sensitive undersides of my breasts, swirling his tongue before nipping, causing me to wrap my fingers in his hair as I moaned, "Christ, Caleb... so good. God, don't stop."
He hummed, swirling his tongue around the outside of my nipple, then took it between his teeth while flicking it with his tongue. My back arched, trying to get him to suck it fully into his mouth as I moaned, "Please..."
I gasped when he wrapped his lips around it and sucked, just as his other hand tugged gently on my neglected nipple. My hands tightened in his hair with a breathless, "More... Oh God, I need you so much... please..." He scraped his teeth along it before switching quickly to the other nipple, causing me to let out a breathless cry at the pleasure it shot through me.
My thong was soaked, as I could now feel my arousal leaking onto my thighs. I bucked my hips up, seeking friction, to which Caleb hissed around my nipple. He let it go with a pop, then looked down at my core while groaning sexily, "Isa, you're dripping, you're so wet. Is this all for me?"
I nodded, "Only you, Caleb. Please, touch me... taste me... something. I'll spontaneously combust if you don't do something soon."
His hands shot to the sides of my thong, then instantly I heard a tearing sound as he flattened himself out on the bed. I saw my ripped thong fluttering to the floor as he tossed it behind him, muttering, "I'll replace that... but right now you smell too delicious to waste another second."
He spread my thighs wider, wrapping an arm over my hips to keep them still. I cried out as his free hand traced my bare slit, making him hum in reply, "Yes, Isa. Let me hear what I do to you. Don't hide your pleasure from me, My Temptress."
I moaned as his fingers circled my clit, then whimpered again when he slowly pushed two inside me. He bent his head to flick his tongue against my clit, eliciting a cry of pleasure from me while my hands fisted tightly in his short locks, "Fuck, that's... oh, Caleb... God, don't ever stop..."
He hummed, sucked lightly while working his fingers in and out of me, causing my hips to buck instinctively as I gasped. He sucked on my folds alternately, making sure he didn't leave any trace of my arousal behind, then removed his fingers briefly to swirl his tongue around my opening. "Fuck! Don't tease... please, Caleb... make me cum for you." He growled when he latched onto my clit again, then pushed his two fingers deep inside me. My breath hitched, but it instantly turned to a throaty moan as he added another finger.
There was a delicious stretching feeling, which got more intense when he slowly tried to separate his fingers inside me. I was so close that when his fingers twisted and curled up along my front wall, at the same time as he bit down on my clit and growled, my body trembled while I screamed out his name. I had to clutch at his shoulders for something to brace me. A torrent of pleasure slammed into me with the force of a bullet train, yet I could do nothing other than revel in the sensations as he guided me through it expertly.
When I could gauge my surroundings again, Caleb was slowly lapping at my core while his hands caressed my trembling thighs. His passion-filled deep amber eyes were shining up at me, so I let out a shaky breath, “Shit, that was intense.”
He nodded slightly, then with a few more gentle licks, he kissed his way up my stomach. He plopped next to me, drawing me into his side while nuzzling me and whispering, "You taste delectable, Isabella. So intoxicating."
I hummed when he drew me up to straddle him, his husky voice sounding in my ear, "It'll be easier this way, because you can control the depth and speed. I'll guide you, but you have the control." I lifted, brought him to my entrance, then kissed him slowly and sweetly as I slid down slightly.
I gasped when his tip was fully sheathed, but his hands squeezed my hips gently in encouragement. I slid a bit further down as I braced my hands on his chest, moaning at the intense feeling of fullness already. I slid up just a bit, then worked down a bit further, whispering, “God, Caleb...”
He moaned, "Slowly, Sweetheart. I don't want you to hurt." I shook my head, lifting a bit before sliding even further down onto his length. He moaned, squeezing my hips gently, then guided them back up to help me work back down again.
After a few more times of that, along with a few hip swirls, we both let out a desire-filled groan as I fully seated on his length. He lifted up onto one hand as he wrapped the other in my hair and drew me to him, kissing me passionately. My hands went to his shoulders while I lifted and seated myself again, swirling my hips once I was all the way down.
I gasped as he slipped just that much deeper, causing Caleb to growl sexily, "Holy hell, you feel amazing. Christ, Isa, do that again."
I did, then another growl rumbled in his chest while I moaned. He placed my feet flat on the bed at his hips, then cupped my ass in his hands as he lifted and seated me one more time, with me swirling again when I reached the bottom. I cried out in pleasure, “Fuck... so deep... again, Caleb...” He moaned, repeating his actions... once, twice, a third time... as I cried out for more, begging for him not to stop.
Instantly I was on my back, my legs thrown over his forearms, with him hovering over me while making a slow deep thrust. An unidentifiable noise broke free from my chest at the new angle; Caleb's voice was raw with passion as he encouraged, "That's it, My Sexy Mate. Let go for me... let your instincts guide you, and tell me what you need."
My eyes rolled back on his next thrust, causing me to moan, "Harder... faster... I'm close again... Caleb, you feel amazing..." He sped up his thrusts, pushing a bit harder, then I cried out, “Fuck... yes, don't stop... more...”
He deepened the angle just a bit, then thrust hard and fast for a few strokes before I shattered in complete ecstasy around him. He moaned through my pleasure, “Jesus... your sweet little pussy's steaming hot and soaking wet... fuck, so tight... that's it, Isabella, cum for me...”
Before I could fully come down from my high, Caleb flipped me onto my knees facing the headboard, whispering, “Spread those luscious thighs for me, Sweetheart, and grab the headboard.”
Once I did, he thrust up into my core from behind, causing me to gasp in pleasure at the new angle. He was hitting that spot inside me, and I knew I'd be incoherent in seconds. “Sweet Jesus, Caleb... right there... oh god, yes... fuck me...”
He growled deeply, pulling me back against his chest, with one hand wrapped around my front on my opposite shoulder as his other went to my clit. He nipped the crook of my neck, moaning, "Is that your sweet spot, Isabella? You're ready again. I can feel your tight walls fluttering so deliciously. Cum for me, Minx... cum hard on my cock."
He was punctuating his words with deep, hard thrusts as he pressed and pinched my clit, then at his last word, he bit down on the crook of my neck just shy of breaking skin. My body quaked violently as I sobbed out his name, both the prayer and the answer in one, causing him to fall with me after two more thrusts.
He held me tight to him while we both trembled in the waves of ecstasy, but when I finally came down, he was licking up my thighs with me laying on the bed. "You had quite the release, Isa. You soaked us both. It was quite an erotic experience... and your taste... pure nectar from the gods. It's utterly intoxicating... so damn sweet."
He continued to lap at my thighs and core, which of course had me wanting more of him. After another few minutes, I tugged on his hair until he kissed his way up to my lips, then attacked his mouth in a passionate kiss. He chuckled, but it immediately turned to a moan when I traced his top teeth with my tongue, “Do you… mmm… know what that… unghh… does to me?”
I hummed, shaking my head as I bit down on his bottom lip, then ran my tongue along it for a second before he said, "Our teeth are extremely sensitive to stimuli. When you do that, I want to fuck you and mark you on the nearest surface. Wall, floor, table, against a door... it doesn't matter where, just as long as my cock is buried deep in that sweet little pussy, while my teeth are just as deeply sunken into your beautiful skin."