Chapter 9

9

CALEB

“ G abriella.” I groan. My dream is all too real. I can smell and feel her against me.

“Caleb.” She moans. The sound jerks me fully awake. I wasn’t dreaming. “Don’t stop." Gabriella’s breathing is heavy. She’s lying on her side, her back pressed to my chest. I have my face buried in her hair.

But my hands—that’s what she’s moaning about. I don’t know how the fuck it happened, but I have one down the front of her panties, covering her pussy while the other is snaked up her shirt, cupping her full, soft breast. Her wetness coats the palm of my hand.

I start to pull my hand out, pissed at myself. I asked her to sleep with me, and this is what I did to her while we slept. Gabriella’s hand wraps around my wrist, stopping me.

“Please,” she whispers. “It feels good.” Gabriella presses herself more into my hand. I can't tell her no, and fuck do I want to touch her more.

"Throw your leg over mine," I order her. "I want full access to your pussy if I'm going to play with it." She instantly does, making her thighs spread wider for me. I slide my finger between the folds of her sex. Her whole body jerks when it hits her clit. Her fingers that are wrapped around my wrist tighten. The bite of her nails digs into my skin.

I press my mouth to her ear. “You like that?” I kiss her neck. “You want more?”

“Don’t tease me.” I can hear the need in her voice.

“I promise you, sweetheart. I’m not teasing. In fact, if you let me, I’ll take it all. I’ll eat your pussy whole and swallow every single drop of your sweetness.”

“Yes.”

That’s all I need to hear. I flip her over so that she is on her back and claim her mouth with a kiss. I’ve dreamt of this moment. I’ve jerked my cock too many times to count at the mere thought of it. She’s every man's wet dream. But I’ll be the only one to know her in these intimate ways.

“You just lie there, and I’ll French kiss your pussy too.” Pink floods her checks; fuck, she’s adorably sexy.

I kiss down her neck as I hook my fingers into her sleep shorts, making sure I get her panties too. Gabriella lifts her hips, letting me pull them from her body. I toss them away, pushing her shirt up in the process. I want to see all of her. To know and taste every part of her. Inside and out.

I fight down my anger when I see the red mark still on her skin. I press kisses to the blemish. There isn’t one person in the whole world that would believe that I would be doing this. Hell, a few months ago I wouldn’t have believed it myself.

But I knew that very first day I’d gone into the coffee shop to get out from the rain and saw her that I had to have her. I knew my life would never be the same. That I couldn’t exist without her being a part of it.

I’d been cursing up a storm wanting to get back to my office, and she’d been leaving for the day. She stopped and offered me her umbrella, saying I seemed like I might need it more. That I probably had a meeting to get to. She was going to walk to the bus stop without it.

She hadn’t been wrong. I did have a meeting I needed to get to. It was an incredibly selfless gesture on her part. She sacrificed herself for a man she didn't know. One that could clearly afford not only ten umbrellas but a team of people to carry them for me if I’d wished.

I had accepted her offer, provided she would allow me to call a car for her. It took a brief argument to convince her to agree. I couldn't stop thinking about her throughout that meeting, and I found it difficult to sleep that night. That’s when my obsession bloomed, having no bounds. The more I learned about her, the more I needed her.

I came back the following day to return her umbrella, and I continued to visit her every day after that. Gabriella's fingers reach the top of my head, sinking into my hair as I continue to kiss her.

I slip farther down her body to see the perfection she has between her thighs. It's pink and wet, her little clit peeking out between the folds, begging for attention. My attention. It's more than I can take.

I cover her pussy with my mouth. Gabriella shifts—I'm sure she’s surprised by the sensations— but I won't let her get away. I wrap my hands around her thighs, spreading her wide while holding her in place. She said I could devour her. That is what I am going to do. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her.

“You asked for me to suck your pretty little pussy. Are you going to be a good girl and let me?” I circle my tongue around her hard clit. She tries to raise her hips again, but I hold her in place.

“Please, Caleb,” she moans out, letting me know it’s game on. I give her exactly what she needs. My mouth descends on her, eating her like I’m starved. “It’s too much, ah. Caleb.” Gabriella pushes at my head while also trying to lift her hips to get more of her pussy in my mouth at the same time.

“You’re okay,” I reassure her. “You only lie there and let me have it.” Gabriella sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and nods her head. “That’s my good girl,” I tell her, taking another hungry lick of her.

She tastes of warm sugar. I lap it all up, using my tongue to swipe and stroke against her needy clit. I have to press my own cock down into the mattress. My dick is begging me to get inside of her. That will have to wait for another day. This time is all about my girl.

Gabriella's thighs begin to tighten around my head and tremble. My name pours from her lips in a chant, over and over again. I latch on to her clit, sucking it into my mouth, sending my sweet girl over the edge. She cries out her pleasure. I feel my balls tighten as I start to come right along with her.

But that doesn't stop me. I keep eating her, taking every greedy drop I can get until she's begging me to stop. Her body is unable to take any more pleasure because that's what I need Gabriella to understand. With me, that's what I will always give her.