Intimate (23 page)

Marissa
appeared to be equally hypnotized by the sensual gesture. She closed her eyes.
Sighed deeply. Unconsciously leaned into him. Started to make a pleased,
humming sound in her throat.

He delicately
combed the brush through her hair. Smoothed the silky strands with his other
hand. Then brushed again. Smoothed again. Over and over in delicious rhythm.

Caleb didn’t
stop until Marissa sort of slumped to the bed. He was briefly worried, but she
whispered, “Fuck, Caleb, I feel so good I think I’ve turned into mush.”

He smiled in
both amusement and primitive delight at her obvious response to him. “What’s
next for the spa evening?”

She nodded
toward her bedside table. “I was going to put on some body lotion.”

Caleb picked up
the bottle, noticing the small vibrator lying beside it. Trying not to let his
mind race ahead, he concentrated on the lotion. It was the same brand as the
salt scrub. He squeezed some out on his palm and smelled the familiar scent
mingling with the candles in the room.

He helped Marissa
stretch out on the bed until her head rested on the pillow. Then he seated
himself on the edge of the mattress. He started on her legs, rubbing the lotion
into the smooth flesh of her calves. As he moved up her legs, he pushed aside
the hem of her robe so he could reach around to cover her entire thigh. He
squeezed out some more lotion before he tackled her arms, pushing up her
sleeves. But he paused when he’d finished them.

Without even
opening her eyes, Marissa unknotted her robe and eased it open. Caleb was glad
her eyes were shut because he could only imagine how hot and hungry his gaze
was as it devoured her naked body, completely exposed to his view. His eyes
crawled from her breasts, to her flat belly, to her curved hips and then
finally the place between her legs.

He was washed
with another primal instinct, claiming, “Mine. Mine. Mine.”

He gently
massaged the lotion into the skin of her chest and stomach.

When he’d
covered the whole area, Marissa lay on the bed breathing deeply, her delicate
eyelids lowered and thick eyelashes fanning out over her skin.

“Roll over,
baby,” he said, his voice more gravelly than he intended.

She complied
without objection, easing the robe down from her shoulders, although leaving it
to cover her lower back and ass. Her body was almost perfectly relaxed already,
but Caleb massaged her as he rubbed in the lotion, finding a few knots to work
out with his fingers.

As he pulled
the robe down farther and his hands moved down to the center of her back, Marissa
released a lingering moan. “God, Caleb, you have no idea how good this feels. I
love you so much.”

He felt his
cock twitch at her throaty enjoyment and her impassioned expression of love.

Leaning over,
he couldn’t resist moving her hair aside and pressing a kiss into the back of
her neck. He wanted to press his weight on her. Wanted to rub up against her.
Wanted to push open her thighs and take her from behind. Wanted to hear her cry
out his name as he drove into her tight body.

But he forced
back the fierce compulsion and instead said, “I love you too.” He did. So much.
Far more than he could begin to understand. And because he loved her, he wanted
to please her—even more than he wanted to please himself.

He straightened
up and continued his firm massage. Her helpless sighs and moans grew more
intense as he continued to work her over, making sure not to miss any spots on
the lovely expanse of her bare back.

Only occasionally,
when the temptation became too strong, would he lean over to press more kisses
into her skin.

When he got to
small of her back, he was starting to get hard again. He paused, fingering the
thin fabric that was still draped over her ass. “Marissa?” he asked softly.

“Yeah.”

He drew the
robe off completely and caressed the soft curve of her butt and then farther
down her legs.

He was just at
the back of her knees, his fingers occasionally skimming up her inner thighs,
when he noticed her wriggling against the bed.

“Okay?” he
asked carefully.

“Yeah,” she
gasped. “Starting to get really turned on.”

Excitement vied
with tension in his chest. “Do you want me to stop?”

“God, no,” she
moaned, stretching her spine. “Don’t you dare stop now.”

He exhaled
softly and continued to stroke her with firm pressure mixed with light,
tantalizing touches.

He purposefully
spent a long time on her little feet, knowing the powerful effect a good foot
massage could have on one’s body. By the time he was pushing into the high arch
of her second foot, she was groaning helplessly, her body limp and utterly
pliant.

Caleb, on the
other hand, was neither limp nor pliant. The more she groaned, the harder he
got—until he was fully erect again.

Finally, Marissa
pulled her foot away. Before Caleb could even suck in his breath, she’d turned
over onto her back.

“Marissa?” he
prompted, not wanting to presume what this meant.

“I want more,”
she explained hoarsely, raising her arms above her head in a way that lifted
her breasts.

Exhilaration, power,
and tenderness mingled in an overwhelming rush inside him. She had given
herself over to this completely—over to him—and he was certain now that he
could make her come. Her body was perfectly ready for it, for
him
, and
he wasn’t going to fail her this time.

He worked up
her legs, spending more time on the muscles in her thighs, doing his best not
to drool over the place in between from which he could occasionally catch a
hint of an earthy, intoxicating scent.

His hands moved
to her hips and then her belly, and by this time Marissa was writhing shamelessly.

She gasped, “Caleb,
please. Now my breasts.” Her face was flushed, and her hair spread out all
around her on the pillow.

He smothered a
growl of satisfaction and cupped her breasts in his hands. Squeezed them a few
times before he lightened his touch and let his palms brush over her tight
nipples. She arched beneath his hands, her eyes closed even more insistently.
He wished she would look at him, but he wasn’t about to complain.

“Yes,” she
hissed, as he started to twirl both nipples at once. Her head tossed to one
side in an involuntary jerk. “Yes.”

His arousal was
uncomfortably tight in the confines of his pants, but he forced himself to
ignore it. Concentrated instead on the varying texture of her skin under his
hands. The increasingly desperate sound of her need.

After another
few minutes, she finally pushed his hands away.

Caleb grunted
in surprise and disappointment, but obediently pulled back his hands.

She blindly
fumbled on the nightstand until her hand closed over the vibrator. Then she
handed it to him.

 “Caleb,
hurry,” she begged, her hips rocking with her urgency. “Please let this work. I
think I’m going to explode.”

The vibrator
was pink, small, slim, and slightly curved. Caleb turned it on at its lowest
setting and nudged apart her legs.

He slipped his
hand in first—ostensibly to check to see if she was ready but mostly because he
didn’t want the first touch to be from a mechanical device. He wanted her to
know it was him.

She’d been wet
the last time he’d fingered her, but she hadn’t been anywhere close to how wet
she was now. It made Caleb want to howl with feral pride.

He didn’t, of
course.

Simply slipped
one finger inside her. Felt her tight heat. Ached a little because it wasn’t
his cock that he was about to sink inside her.

Marissa gasped
when he touched her, and her leg twitched in a sudden spasm. “What are you
waiting for?”

Reluctantly, he
removed his finger and slid the vibrator over her swollen, aroused flesh.

She cried out
sharply on the first contact, but then he saw her purposefully relax her body,
start to take long, steady breaths.

Easing her legs
farther apart, he slid the smooth head of the pulsating device up and down,
opening her further as he did so.

When he noticed
her whole body immediately tense up, he moved the vibrator away. Rubbed her
thigh gently. “All right?” he asked softly.

She
concentrated on breathing and never opened her eyes. “Yeah. Go to it.”

Caleb went to
it. He used his fingers to hold her open and experimentally pressed the
vibrator against her clit.

“Fuck,” she
gasped, tossing her head back and forth on the pillow and fisting the bedcovers
on either side of her.

When she
started to whimper pathetically, he removed it and slid it all the way inside
her. Pumped it a few times. Twisted it up. Watched her reactions. Tried to
memorize what seemed to please her the most. What made her gasp. Or moan. Or
jerk her hips. Or bite down hard on her lower lip.

Despite her
best efforts, she was starting to breathe erratically, but Caleb could tell it
was from pleasure and not from fear.

He eased the
vibrator—now slick with her arousal—out again and used it to stimulate her clit
once again. This time she made a sound almost like a sob, and her entire body
thrashed a few times against the mattress.

Not wanting to
overwhelm her too quickly, he pulled it away after a moment. Watched her body
immediately relax. Gave her some time to catch her breath before he penetrated
her with the little device again.

Just as he was
poising it at her entrance, Marissa opened her eyes and said, “Wait.”

Caleb froze.
She couldn’t be asking him to stop now. To leave now. Not when they were so
close. She would come this time. He knew it. Her body was like a coiled spring.
It wouldn’t take much for her to release all the tension that had been building
up for so long.

“Caleb,” she
said softly. “I don’t want it to be a vibrator that makes me come. I want it to
be you. We can use the vibrator later if we have to.”

There was no
way he could stifle a rough sound of agonizing relief. He immediately discarded
the vibrator on the bed and replaced it with his fingers. “Good?” he asked, the
tips of two of his fingers at her entrance.

She sighed in
satisfaction, closed her eyes again, and breathed, “Yeah. Good.”

He sank both
fingers into her tight passage. Felt her clench instinctively around the
intrusion.

Since the
stimulation wasn’t as intense, he curled his fingers up skillfully and twisted
them as he pumped.

Heard her gasp
in response. Felt his cock throbbing more insistently.

After he saw
her responding in pleasure, he adjusted himself on the bed so that his erection
was pushing into the mattress. Tried to get enough pressure to ease the
agonizing ache.

Caleb slid his
free hand up her inner thigh, teasing her with light, little brushes. “Is it
all right if I use my mouth too?” he asked, having no idea if she would let
him.

“Yeah,” she
panted, squeezing her eyes shut again. “Just help me. Please. I feel like I’m
going insane.”

He hoped that
was a good feeling as he lowered his face to nuzzle at her. Her smell was
almost overwhelming. He breathed her in deeply and tried to push down on his groin.

Continuing the
steady thrusting of his fingers, Caleb used the fingers of the other hand to
hold her open so that his tongue could tease her clit.

“Eh,” she gasped,
at the first flick of his tongue. “Eh,” for each flick that followed. Her hips
jerked up every now and then, as if she wanted to find a rhythm. Most women
would have been grinding their hips into his face at this point, but Marissa
seemed to have no idea how to establish a satisfying rhythm.

She’d never had
an orgasm before, Caleb reminded himself, with a familiar swelling in his heart
and his cock. This would be her first one.

And she was
closer now. Her inner muscles were starting to make little flutters around his
fingers.

Caleb kept his
eyes on her face as he pleasured her with his tongue, lapping at her, rolling
around her clit, darting out in hard little jabs. Her face was contorted, and
she chewed desperately on her lip. In any other context, he would have sworn she
was in excruciating pain.

Knew it wasn't
pain that was overwhelming her.

She was getting
more and more tense in her belly and thighs—Caleb could feel it in her muscles
and see it in the way she held her body—but this kind of tension didn't worry
him. It thrilled him.

“God!” she
cried out suddenly as he intensified his ministrations. Her arms flailed, hands
fumbled desperately for purchase. “Caleb, help me.”

He raised his
head to study her face carefully, but never ceased the hard thrusting of his
fingers. Satisfied that she was just overcome with the rising sensations, he said,
“You’re doing so good, baby. You’re so good. Just try to breathe.”

Her arms flew
up over her head, and she clutched frantically at headboard. She started making
a steady succession of whimpers as he returned his mouth to its previous
occupation.

She didn’t look
or act like the other women Caleb had been with before. Didn’t try to pose
herself as a pretty picture, make sexy sounds, or feed his ego with dirty,
empty words. But her natural responses made it all the more erotic, and her
real abandon was more intoxicating then anything he’d ever experienced.

“Caleb,"
she gasped, her hair sticking messily to her damp face, “I think it might
work.”

He knew it
would work. Wouldn’t take much longer. Her climax had been very slow in coming,
and he deeply hoped it would be powerful when it came. He wanted this for her,
wanted her to feel this new pleasure, wanted her to heal completely.

Wanted it more
than he wanted relief for the throbbing of his cock.