Flawless Desire

“Caleb!” I chant, arching up to meet him. “Oh God, Caleb!”

“Look at you, baby,” he groans, watching me through lust-filled eyes. “Desperate for me. So sweet. So wet.”

“Yes, oh God, yes!”

He keeps pounding, his thrusts deep and sure, and all I can do is let him. Plead for more. “You like that, baby?” Caleb commands. “You need it, don’t you? You need every inch.”

He slams into me again, and I howl with pleasure. It’s cresting now, snaking up the back of my spine, holding me at its mercy. Aching for release.

“Don’t stop,” I beg him. “Please, don’t stop!”

And he doesn’t. he drives into me relentlessly, until I can’t take it anymore. My orgasm rips through me, a crest of pleasure so strong it leaves me mindless, boneless in his arms. Caleb groans, clutching the sheets, and comes apart inside me, panting for air.

I lay there, stunned.

I’ve never known pleasure like this before, not even close. The other men… They’re nothing compared to Caleb.

Nothing.

But now that I know what it’s like to lose myself in his arms—lose track of everything except the exquisite pleasure and desperate, giddy release—I can’t help but wonder.

How will I ever stand to be without it again?