“C’mere,” I say, my voice raspy with need.
She toes off her girly shoes and walks toward the hallway. She looks at me over her shoulder and smiles.
“Maybe you should follow me.” Her words are sultry and sweet at the same time … perfectly Celia.
I lose my shoes and socks at the door and unbutton my shirt when I see her sweater hit the floor. I see a furball of orange shoot across the living room and under the couch. That’s a good place for Eddie to be, because shit’s about to get R-rated up in here, if I have anything to do with it. I wouldn’t want to offend her virgin kitten eyes, old soul or not.
She turns to me when we enter her bedroom, the strap of her camisole dangling off her shoulder. Her hands curl around the bottom of her shirt, but I stop her before she pulls it over her head.
“I want to undress you.” She releases her shirt and steps back, looking me up and down. I raise my eyebrow in question and smile. “What?”
“I’ve never seen you without your shirt,” she says, licking her lips hungrily. “You’re bigger than I imagined … your chest, your arms.”
“Better to hold you with, my dear,” I say with a chuckle as I slowly pull her shirt over her head. I trace the black lace trim of her bra with the pads of my fingers and watch goose bumps erupt in my path. I tear my eyes away and smile at her. “Let’s keep up that line of thinking when I lose the jeans. Okay, Tink?”
She giggles and shakes her head at me. She traces her finger just underneath my waistband before curling her finger into my belt loop and pulling me closer. “Oh, I already know what I’m in for when you lose the jeans. Maybe I haven’t seen it, but I’ve felt it. I’m pretty sure my ass still has bruises.”
“Yeah, it does,” I say, pulling up her skirt and grabbing possessively. With one swift pull, the skirt puddles at her feet.
I slide the honeysuckle out from behind her ear. It’s damp with rain, the petals heavy with the weight. I run the wet petals down her neck, over the swell of her tits, down her belly button to the rim of her panties. Her eyes close and her tongue darts out, wetting her bottom lip. “Please,” she whispers breathlessly.
“Up on the bed, darlin’. All the way back.”
I stand at the foot of the bed and watch as she pushes back until her head hits the pillows. I toss the flower on the floor, unable to think of anything but her. She looks a little unsure of herself, her knees glued together and her hands fidgeting at her side.
“Bend your knees and open those legs for me. Wide.” She does so hesitantly, and her fingers dig into the blanket. Her eyes meet mine for approval. There’s the most delicious wet spot in the center of her pink, silk panties, and I have to unzip my jeans to relieve some of the pressure.
God, she’s fucking beautiful.
I’m on the bed in an instant, hands fisted in her hair, tongue sliding into her mouth, cock pulsing between her legs. Her body writhes against mine, meeting every stroke, thrust, and kiss with the same intensity.
“I need you, Cain,” she whispers onto my lips, and those words are the most beautiful love song I’ve ever heard.
“Where do you need me?” I travel open-mouthed kisses down the curve of her neck. I palm her beautiful tits and lick the hard nipple pushing through the fabric of her bra. Her back arches, and she moans when my teeth sink into the sensitive flesh. “Do you need me here?”
Short, bursts of breath and fisted sheets are her only response, so I continue my journey down. I lick the hollow of her belly button and grab her hips, holding her body still. I run my nose down the center of her silk panties, inhaling her want and desire.
“Wait, Cain, wait,” she stutters as she frantically grabs my hands and pushes back into the headboard.
I’m back up the bed in an instant, framing her face, holding her close. “What is it, Celia? Did I do something wrong?”
“God, no. It’s just that … well, I need to tell you that…” Her eyes dart everywhere but my face, and she huffs in frustration.
I brush her hair off her forehead and smile. “Tink, you know you can tell me anything. And if you want to stop, we stop. I—”
“Don’t stop!” she shouts. She slams her hands over her mouth, holding in an embarrassed giggle. “Sorry. But I don’t want to stop. I-I just need you to know it’s been awhile since, well, you know…”
“Is that all? It’s been awhile for me, too.”
“No, you don’t understand what I’m saying. I mean it’s been awhile. Like,” she leans in to my ear and whispers softly, “Years. Lots of them.”
Her eyes are wide, and her expression wincing, like she’s afraid I’m about to bolt from the room at her confession. Little does she know, this little nugget of knowledge makes her even more irresistible.
“It may not be quite that long for me, but if you think anything in my past has prepared me for this—for you—you’re crazy. I’ve never….” I kiss and lick my way back down her body. “Had anyone affect me…” I run my tongue along the seam of her panties and hook my fingers under the fabric. “The way you do.” I tug the dampened silk slowly down her legs. “So, if you think about it that way, it’s been longer than awhile for me. It’s been forever.”
When my tongue swipes hungrily through her soaked lips, her back arches, her body squirms, and a low growl releases from her lips as her fingers thread through my hair. The taste of her is intoxicating, like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I lick, I kiss, I drive my tongue inside her. I fucking love the feel of her clenched fingers pulling my hair, her frenzied cries filling the room with each suck, nip, and bite I deliver. The sound of my name erupting from her lips as she falls apart under my tongue is most erotic song I’ve ever heard.
My jeans fly off my body in an instant, and I slide a condom out of my wallet. I settle between her legs, and she spreads wider for me. I watch her come down, flushed cheeks, lowered lids, parted lips panting softly, and I’m in awe of her. I’m humbled to be lying next to someone so exquisite.
“Say it again.” I drop my forehead to hers.
“Yes, Cain, yes,” she whispers softly.
I crush my mouth to hers, swallowing her lingering sigh.
“Yes.”
I slide my tip through her wet folds.
“Yes.”
I push gently at her entrance and watch her eyes close in ecstasy.
“Eyes on me.”
Her stormy blues meet my gaze, and I drive into her in one fluid thrust. It’s unimaginable pleasure, pure fucking bliss, and I close my eyes at the enormity of it all.
Because I’m pretty sure it feels like falling.
Moments pass in charged silence while I stay buried deep inside of her, unmoving. My eyes open slowly, and the sight of her is a delicious punch in the chest, gripping my heart. My body takes over while my soul is still stuttering with emotion. I plunge into her, her body moving in time with mine. Her nails bite into my ass, spurring me on—faster, harder, deeper.
Celia pulls my lips to hers and drives her tongue into my mouth, matching the rhythm of my cock. “Cain?” she whispers, smiling against my lips. “I wanna ride you.”
Those sexy-as-fuck words rolling off her tongue ignite me, and mischief dances in her eyes. I flip her in an instant, never breaking rhythm.
“Oh,” she rasps, as I drive in deeper at this new angle.
Watching her body roll with mine, beautiful curves, parted lips, sweaty skin flushed with desire, the erotic sight of my cock sliding in and out at a tortuous pace, it’s almost too much.
It won’t ever be enough.
She watches as I swipe my thumb across my tongue and brush lightly against her clit, then throws her head back and moans.