the first time in my life, I was possessed by a deep desire that scared the hell out of me.
I made a decision to go along with it. Oh, who was I kidding? The tingling and ache in my body demanded that I went along. What better way to get rid of an itch but to scratch it away?
Caleb drove to Gold Sand Park. He parked on the dry grass skirting the deep brown sand. The beach was deserted, and the black water of the ocean reflected the gigantic yellow moon hanging from the sky and the twinkling stars surrounding it.
For two entire seconds, I debated on what would be the best way to proceed. I knew what was coming, but I didn’t know how to act. Yeah, I had hooked up with boys before, but feeling this attracted to someone was completely new to me.
Caleb ended the inner turmoil. With swift movements, he did several things at once. He released his seat belt, slid his seat back, released my belt, and pulled me to his lap. He then cupped my face with both hands and his eyes bored into mine. Only inches separated us. His warm breath caressed and tantalized my skin. He held my gaze for what seemed like an eternity. A blazing hunger that, at the time, I thought was lust, etched his face.
Kiss me already! I thought, tormented by a primal want.
With agonizingly slow movements, his hand released my hair. He groaned softly as he watched it cascade over my shoulders. “Since the first fucking time I saw you, all I’ve been thinking about is kissing you.”
Damn, the words flowing from his lips sounded hot. He wrapped my hair around his wrist and tugged me closer, crushing his lips on mine.
I did not dare try to deter him.
My eyes closed, my lips parted, and my mind filled with the stardust from a collision of bright yellow stars.
His tongue tangled with mine as his mouth devoured me. He tasted like mint and lust.
Fire seared through my veins with the same velocity a comet travels the sky. All I could think was; I want more. My thigh pressed against the evidence of his desire. I felt drunk with passion and need, losing my grasp on the world surrounding us.
Caleb’s hand strained, pulling my hair, causing a sweet ache. I moaned in response. His other hand traveled up and down my side, urgent and desperate.
Without hesitation, I swung my leg and straddled him. His hands flashed to my ass, pulling me against his arousal. I gyrated my hips, and he rewarded me with a groan. His lips trailed along my jaw, down my neck. I threw my head back to give him better access. He bit and sucked the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of flames in his wake.
He licked a sensitive spot behind my ear and growled, “You taste so good, love.” Goosebumps spread across my skin. I was burning from the inside out.
I needed more. I pulled his shirt over his head, and his feverish skin shivered under my anxious fingers. I inched back, pulled my blouse off, and tossed it on the dashboard.
Caleb’s hooded eyes darkened. His swollen lips parted, and he inhaled sharply. I grabbed his hand and brought it to my heaving breast. His touch was reverent. I had never been touched this intimately. I weaved my fingers through his hair and pulled him back to me in an urgent kiss.
We were skin to skin.
Mouth over mouth.
Mingled breaths.
Tangled bodies.
Heartbeat against heartbeat.
We fit perfectly together.
But it wasn’t enough. My need for him turned into an all-consuming, burning, insufferable pain.
We were lost in an explosion of kisses, touches, and grinding. But it still wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I wanted it all. I was dry-humping him unashamedly. My body was lost in space, disconnected from gravity. It was a blissful sensory overload. I had a heightened awareness of my loud heartbeat, the beads of perspiration on my skin, a tingling sensation running through my bloodstream, the throbbing ache between my thighs. And I craved Caleb. I craved more of him. More skin to skin. More. Just more. The desperation with which I wanted him was both terrifying
I made a decision to go along with it. Oh, who was I kidding? The tingling and ache in my body demanded that I went along. What better way to get rid of an itch but to scratch it away?
Caleb drove to Gold Sand Park. He parked on the dry grass skirting the deep brown sand. The beach was deserted, and the black water of the ocean reflected the gigantic yellow moon hanging from the sky and the twinkling stars surrounding it.
For two entire seconds, I debated on what would be the best way to proceed. I knew what was coming, but I didn’t know how to act. Yeah, I had hooked up with boys before, but feeling this attracted to someone was completely new to me.
Caleb ended the inner turmoil. With swift movements, he did several things at once. He released his seat belt, slid his seat back, released my belt, and pulled me to his lap. He then cupped my face with both hands and his eyes bored into mine. Only inches separated us. His warm breath caressed and tantalized my skin. He held my gaze for what seemed like an eternity. A blazing hunger that, at the time, I thought was lust, etched his face.
Kiss me already! I thought, tormented by a primal want.
With agonizingly slow movements, his hand released my hair. He groaned softly as he watched it cascade over my shoulders. “Since the first fucking time I saw you, all I’ve been thinking about is kissing you.”
Damn, the words flowing from his lips sounded hot. He wrapped my hair around his wrist and tugged me closer, crushing his lips on mine.
I did not dare try to deter him.
My eyes closed, my lips parted, and my mind filled with the stardust from a collision of bright yellow stars.
His tongue tangled with mine as his mouth devoured me. He tasted like mint and lust.
Fire seared through my veins with the same velocity a comet travels the sky. All I could think was; I want more. My thigh pressed against the evidence of his desire. I felt drunk with passion and need, losing my grasp on the world surrounding us.
Caleb’s hand strained, pulling my hair, causing a sweet ache. I moaned in response. His other hand traveled up and down my side, urgent and desperate.
Without hesitation, I swung my leg and straddled him. His hands flashed to my ass, pulling me against his arousal. I gyrated my hips, and he rewarded me with a groan. His lips trailed along my jaw, down my neck. I threw my head back to give him better access. He bit and sucked the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of flames in his wake.
He licked a sensitive spot behind my ear and growled, “You taste so good, love.” Goosebumps spread across my skin. I was burning from the inside out.
I needed more. I pulled his shirt over his head, and his feverish skin shivered under my anxious fingers. I inched back, pulled my blouse off, and tossed it on the dashboard.
Caleb’s hooded eyes darkened. His swollen lips parted, and he inhaled sharply. I grabbed his hand and brought it to my heaving breast. His touch was reverent. I had never been touched this intimately. I weaved my fingers through his hair and pulled him back to me in an urgent kiss.
We were skin to skin.
Mouth over mouth.
Mingled breaths.
Tangled bodies.
Heartbeat against heartbeat.
We fit perfectly together.
But it wasn’t enough. My need for him turned into an all-consuming, burning, insufferable pain.
We were lost in an explosion of kisses, touches, and grinding. But it still wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I wanted it all. I was dry-humping him unashamedly. My body was lost in space, disconnected from gravity. It was a blissful sensory overload. I had a heightened awareness of my loud heartbeat, the beads of perspiration on my skin, a tingling sensation running through my bloodstream, the throbbing ache between my thighs. And I craved Caleb. I craved more of him. More skin to skin. More. Just more. The desperation with which I wanted him was both terrifying
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