Chance (The Fosters of New York 1)

I watch in silence as he pushes the dress shirt he's wearing from his shoulders. His hands work quickly on his belt and I can't take my eyes off of his body when he kicks free of his pants. I stare at his cock without any shame. It's beautiful. It's thick, long and hard.

He doesn't say anything as he slides into the bed next to me, pulling me into his chest. I wrap my arms around his torso and bury my face in his neck.

His arms are around me; his hands cupping my bare ass. He sighs as I curve my body into his. I want him to touch me. I want him to kiss me. I want to feel him inside of me but most of all I want to breathe in the scent of his skin and listen to the beat of his heart.

"I can't stay away from you, Bell," he says hoarsely. "I can't do it."

I push my body into his, wanting to lessen the small amount of physical distance that still exists between us. "I don't want you to stay away."

"I'll hurt you." His voice cracks slightly. "It will kill me to hurt you."

"It won't happen." I turn my head so I can press my lips against the smooth skin of his muscular chest. "It's not going to happen."

His hand flies to the back of my head, pulling at my hair so hard that I have no choice but to tilt my neck to look up at him as he speaks. "You're my only weakness. It's always been you."

His lips seal over mine in a deep and lush kiss. His breath tastes like coffee and peppermint and his tongue glides over my bottom lip with the promise of pleasure I've never known before. He growls my name into my mouth before he pulls back.

"I couldn’t stay away." He weaves his hand through my hair. "I knew you were here. I couldn’t function. I had to come."

I nod slowly as I stare into his eyes. "I wanted you to come, Caleb. I've been waiting forever for you."

He rolls me back onto my back in one quick movement and then he's hovering above me. I soak in the strong details of his face. I study the chiseled features of the man I've yearned for since I knew what intimacy was.

"I wanted to be your first," he says softly as he blinks slowly. "I always wanted to be your first, Bell."

Everything I feel catches in my throat and I can barely talk. "I wanted that too."

"I came to your graduation to tell you how I felt." His lips feather across my cheek. "I went to college and thought about you every day."

I reach up to graze my hand across the back of his neck. It pulls a shiver from him. I know my heart. I know that if we share ourselves with each other and he pulls away, that I'll be left in a deep pit of self-loathing and depression. He's warned me. He's told me he's going to hurt me and I know the risks. I also know that I need him. I pull gently on his neck, guiding his mouth to mine before I sink my teeth into his bottom lip and feel the brush of his cock against my hip.

He kisses me deeply, his tongue gliding against mine in an achingly slow dance. I crave the taste of his mouth so I cling to him tightly as he kisses me harder. His hand falls to my breast, his fingers pinching my swollen nipple, pulling a deep and guttural groan from my core.

I whimper when he pulls back slightly. He stares into my face, his expression stoic and strong. For a half beat of my heart I panic, wondering if he's thinking the same thoughts that overtook him that day in his apartment. I breathe again when his eyes follow the path of his hand and he looks down at my body.

My hips move involuntarily as soon as he starts to lower himself to my core. I close my eyes, uncertain about whether I can stand a single lash of his soft tongue against my tender flesh. I'm aroused. I'm so aroused just from his kiss.

He rests his head on my thigh as he runs his index finger over my smooth cleft. "Your pussy is so beautiful. It's perfect."

I blush at the words. Not just because of the frank rawness of them, but also because of the tender way he says them. My hands fall to his head, wanting to guide him.

He's spurred on by my actions and licks the length of my folds in one slow movement. I arch my ass off the bed wanting to feel more. He dives in, his tongue expertly focused on my clit, his hands cupped beneath me, pulling me into him.

I moan loudly into the still air. I don't want to quiet anything I'm feeling. I don't want to mask what I want. I'm going to take everything I can from him because I know it's what he's going to do to me. He'll give and then he'll expect to receive. I want it, he does too.

His tongue flickers over my clit, drawing my heated desire to the surface before he slows the pace, pulling me back from the edge. It's a torturous ride and just when I'm sure that I'm about to fall into the clutches of an intense orgasm, he pulls back, rubbing his finger over my core, telling me to wait.

"I want to come," I say quietly. "I'm aching."

"You're so wet." He laps at me loudly. "I could keep you on edge for hours just so I can taste this."

I cry out both in pleasure and agony. "Lick it. Just suck it and make me come."

"My cock is so hard." I feel his hand drop and I know he's stroking the thick root. "I can't wait to feel myself inside of you."

His words only add to my need to find release. I drop my hand from his head, wanting to bring myself to the edge.

"No," he says gruffly. "It's not for you to take."