by Noelle Adams
Caleb’s erection hardened completely on her first moan. Started throbbing as she squirmed a little under his hands.
Despite his intentionally leisurely motion, soon he had finished applying the scrub to her chest and shoulders.
“God,” she groaned and sank back into the water. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good in my life.” Finally, she opened her eyes and gazed at him. “If you ever decide to give up the cello, you could easily make a good living at a spa.”
His chuckle was a little tense as he tried to will down his arousal.
Marissa started to drain the water from the tub, and Caleb helped her to her feet. She must have been really relaxed because her knees started to buckle when she first put her weight on her legs.
Clinging to his arm, she laughed at herself and reached out for the towel he held. But instead of handing it to her, he dried her off himself. Tried not to stare at her delectable nakedness too much, not wanting to make her self-conscious.
She burrowed against him briefly as he ran the towel over her. “Thanks, Caleb,” she whispered. “I’ll tell you a secret.”
He tensed up as he waited.
“I planned this spa evening in the hopes of getting relaxed enough to have an orgasm. I bought a vibrator and everything.”
His erection twitched painfully. “Maybe I can help with that.”
“I’d like you to, now that you’re here, but I’m a little worried—since I might get stressed out if there’s any pressure of sex.”
“I’m not here for sex. There’s no pressure at all. I’d like to do this for you, if you let me.” He was quite pleased that he managed to sound cool and composed, even though he was howling inside with primal satisfaction at the way she was offering herself to him this way.
She peered at his face, as if verifying he was speaking the truth. She must have liked what she saw there, since she stretched up to give him a kiss.
When she slipped on her little satin robe and started to leave the bathroom, she glanced back at him. He had made no move to follow her.
“I’ll be right there,” he said.
Her lips parted in enlightenment, and he stayed behind and took care of his inconvenient erection in record time.
When he joined Marissa in the bedroom, he felt much more in control—of his body, his mind, and his heart.
She sat on the edge of her bed, brushing her hair, which she’d unpinned from the top of her head.
He paused a moment to watch her. In the candlelight, her dark hair was luminous and her skin glistened. Her robe clung to the moisture on her body, so he could see the curves and peaks of her breasts clearly as she raised and lowered her arm with the brush.
He figured that he had some time before his body started to physically respond again, and he didn’t want to waste any of it.
Moving slowly, he sat on the bed next to her. Took the brush out of her hand. Gently pulled it through her soft hair, spreading the shiny locks out over her shoulders. “God, you’re beautiful.”
He’d never brushed a woman’s hair before. Had no idea it could be so erotic.
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.
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br /> “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.
And so he didn’t mind that he wasn’t fucking her. And he didn’t mind that she wasn’t even looking at him. And he didn’t mind that she’d had to remove herself from anything that reminded her of sex.
This was Marissa. And he loved her. And she was more important than he was.
It sounded like she was sobbing now, desperate, strangled sounds forced out between her harsh breaths. Her flesh was hot and pulsing beneath his mouth and his hand.
“Caleb,” she begged, one hand coming down to push on her belly, as if it were aching. “Please, Caleb, please.”
He moved his free hand up to her belly, nudging hers aside, and he rubbed it for her—a flood of tenderness breaking over him before he could prepare for it. “You’re doing so good, baby. Don’t try to fight it. Just let yourself go.”
She reached back up to grab the headboard with both hands again. "Please, Caleb."
His pelvis was involuntarily thrusting into the mattress, and his wrist was starting to get tired.
Surely, she would come soon. For both of their sakes.
He closed his mouth around her clit and started to suck on it hard. Increased the tempo of his pumping as he felt her muscles start to clench around him.
“Eh!” she cried, the one syllable stretched out for several seconds. Her hips bucked erratically against his face, and she froze for an exquisitely brief eternity.
Then shattered.
She choked out “Caleb,” as her back arched high off the bed, her hips thrashing, finally finding their instinctive rhythm as pleasure overtook her body. Her inner muscles were clamping down around his fingers violently, and he continued to thrust into them. He was too overwhelmed to count the number of contractions, but he knew it must have been a powerful orgasm. His own hips were moving in time to hers.
