Against Me (Cedar Tree Book 3) (30 page)

"Wanna tackle the stairs yourself or can I hurry shit up and carry you?"

Craving a bit of his body heat I smile, "Heave away, caveman."

"Let me see you"

Caleb has me pinned up against the headboard, his big body wedged between my legs with my hoodie over my head, and trapping my arms. Holding me blinded and immobile with one hand he uses the other to trace the lightly calloused fingertips over my exposed body. The light abrasion of his touch on my skin and the promise of his hot breath following closely behind becomes my entire focus. Near breathless in need, I don't have to see or touch him to feel the reverence with which he adores all of me; tracing, then licking and nipping at every bump and valley; turning the most common of places into erogenous zones.

When he finally lets go of my arms to slide down inch by inch, I can't even bring myself to move. Don't want to do anything to disrupt my utter bliss. Never have I been sexually passive, but giving myself over this completely, feels delicious.

"Gonna prep you babe," he mumbles with his lips buried in the short curls of my pubic hair.

Too busy feeling, I only faintly register his intent, but when he spreads my legs up, wide and completely open, and licks me very thoroughly from the very base of my spine to my clitoris, leaving a wet trail in his wake. I'm starting to get a clearer picture. While his lips and tongue are working that little button, his fingers are teasing my perineum, dragging the wetness from my pussy to my ass, until - finally - he gently inserts a finger causing my spine to arch of the bed.
Oh my God.
That is intense. The firm pumping motion of Caleb's digit paired with the rhythmic sucking on my clit has the entire area between my legs pulsing. Still blind and bound, my hips buck against the deep penetrating finger and his mouth working my pussy - my movements mindless and greedy for release. The sharp hiss at the bite of burning when he inserts a second finger is quickly replaced with a deep guttural groan as I experience the most incredible sensation of fullness. Faster and faster I try to fuck against Caleb plunging in me, and with a sharp sting of his teeth when he bites my clit, Caleb sends me over.

Beautiful.

Her body ripe with my child, in total submission with her hands voluntarily kept over her head, eyes closed - and a light sheen of sweet covering her flushed skin. Fucking gorgeous. It's all I can do not to take her as she lies there, soft and pliable, but I have other plans.

I kiss my way up her body and remove the hoodie tangled around her arms and head. Her short hair is stuck to her flushed face and her eyes are heavy and thick with the remnants of her climax. My Katie.

"You're delicious," I tell her, my mouth covering her lips. "Your flavor is changing, richer and a tad spicier with pregnancy. I like it."

Her mouth twitches under mine as she mumbles, "That's a good thing, 'cause the way you like my pussy, it'd be a long fucking nine months otherwise."

"Not just your pussy, little one..." I pull back and find her bright green eyes darkening with renewed interest. "You liked me playing with your ass."

It's a statement, not so much a question, since the results were obvious from the way she ground herself into my fingers. Holy shit, I had a hard time not coming right there and then. When she started coming, the muscle contractions on my fingers just about cut off all circulation and all I could think about was plunging my cock in. There is no way I'm going to let her deny she loved having me there, so I hold her chin and tell her again, forcing her to look at me.

"You enjoyed my fingers in your ass, didn't you?"

She nods, a slight blush tingeing her cheeks. "I did. It felt amazing," she admits.

"Fuck, baby. I want you so much. You have no idea how much I want to have my cock buried there, feeling your ass tighten around me as you come." My heart is pounding in my chest and my control is hanging on by a thread.

And then she asks, "did you happen to get lube?" and I almost roll off the bed groaning.

"Katie, babe. I'm barely hanging on here, sweets. I'm prepared―been prepared for–" I don't get a chance to say more, which is a good thing because how do explain away buying a bottle of lube 'just in case'? Well I did, but thank fuck Katie is keeping my mouth occupied so I don't have to say another word. Enough talking. My hand finds its way over to my nightstand and pulls out the brand-new purchase and a condom, tucking both under the pillow, ready for grabs. Her eyes have followed my every move and have darkened even more. Her hands come up to pull my head down and she attacks my mouth with lips and tongue. My little hellcat. She twists her fingers in the short strands and the pinch almost brings tears to my eyes, but only stirs up my need for her. My hips nestled between her legs I grind my cock against her heat; the evidence of her earlier release soaking through the thin barrier of my boxers. Perhaps the only thing holding me back from shooting my load here and now. Grabbing both of her arms I stretch them over her head and hold them down with one hand while the other plumps one of her ripe breasts. The arch of her back pushes the pert nipple in my palm and my lips go in search of its mate. Down the generous slope of her chest to the hard little peak that feels like heaven on my tongue. Her moans and mumbled encouragements tell me she is more than ready for me, but I take my time tasting and teasing her twitching body. When I suddenly sit back on my heels, needing to regain some control, a soft whimper leaves her lips and she watches me from between heavy lidded eyes as I shove down my boxers and kick them off. My dick, hard and seeping pre-cum from the crown sits hot against my stomach, and when Katie bites her bottom lip I spring into action. Grabbing a bunch of pillows, I shove them under her lower back, lifting her hips up high.

"You don't want me on my stomach?" she asks, confused.

"I need to see your face,
Yázhí
. Your arms are stronger than your legs, hold behind your knees and pull back."

In this position with her ass high and legs high and pulled way back, her luscious pussy is on full display and my hips are perfectly lined up with the dark rose of her puckered hole just below. I quickly roll on the condom, snatch up the tube and flip off the cap, squirting the cool lube liberally around her anus, and then more on my fingers. Sitting back on my heels, I watch my middle finger disappear without problem inside her and I twist and turn, stretching her tissues as I do. Flicking my eyes to her I see her mouth as fallen open as she is lightly panting with the invasion, her eyes glittering from between her eyelids, never leaving mine.

"That feel good, little one?"

"MmmHmm," she groans as I pump my finger a few times and add a second, pulling and stretching as I go.

"Ahhh... Caleb. I need more... That feels so good...,” she moans out.

With my left thumb I start playing with her clit, rubbing it lightly.

"Adding one more finger, babe. Don't fight me, just push back on me."

Tightly grouped together and with firm pressure I push through the already loosened ring of muscle before finding my fingers finally sliding in further quite easily.

The sight of her splayed out in front of me, is almost too much and I quickly use my left hand to squirt some lube on my cock, making sure it is nice and slick.

Moving my hips in closer, I slowly pull out my fingers and hear Katie complain at the loss. And before the muscle ring has a chance to fully tighten itself again, I carefully line myself up and work my way into that dark, hot and very tight hole.

"Fuuuuuuuck yesssss." The feeling is indescribable and I have to pause to control the impulse to pound myself balls deep into her.

"Baby, you ok?"

"So good, but Caleb? You gotta move."

No patience with my cautious moves, Katie bites out, "harder" a few times until I'm pumping so hard you can hear the sound of flesh slapping together.

The hitches in Katie's breath tell me she's close and I slip two fingers in her pussy and push down on her clit. The tight muscle contractions of her orgasm around my cock jumpstart my own and I power myself inside the tight channel, once, twice, three times more before my eye almost roll out of my head with the force of my climax. Just as she finishes yelling my name, I bellow out hers when my release bursts free and I allow myself to slide out and slump down on her body.

When I open my eyes, I find her studying me intently.

"Does it feel as decadently unbelievable to you as it does to me?" she wants to know and I chuckle.

"I think I actually blacked out for a moment. Never experienced anything quite like that in my life," I admit, noticing a small smile form on her lips.

I lift myself off her body and head to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and get something to clean us up.

After I quickly wash up and rinse a washcloth with warm water, I head back to find Katie rolled over on her side.

"You sore, little one?"

"A little, but a good sore," she snickers, "like after a good work out."

"Roll back for a minute so I can clean you up."

"I can do that," a small voice of protest comes from the pillow where she is hiding her face, but I'm ignoring it.

"Well aware of that," I say as I firmly roll her on her back and proceed to wipe any remaining lube from between her butt cheeks and around her vaginal area, "but in this case, it is my pleasure to take care of you. And you're gonna let me."

"It's a tad embarrassing," she huffs.

"Nothing embarrassing between us," I lean into her, touching my nose to hers, "not a thing. Not ever. You and I? We can and have and will share the most intimate moments together, and I will treasure every one of them. There is no shame in that. I've never wanted to share with anyone what I share with you."

A tap on her nose before I toss the washcloth in a corner and pull her up on my chest, where she plants a wet kiss before settling in with her arm around my waist.

––––––––

W
hy today it was important for me to lay claim to all of her―to imprint myself on every possible part of her. I don't know. Maybe it has to do with her meeting Mal, or maybe it’s the lack of control we have of this fucking case we find ourselves in the middle of. No idea. All I know is that part of me that had never quite wanted to settle down, this inner 'caveman' as Katie calls it, suddenly seems to have quieted down.

I press a kiss to her hair when she snuggles deeper in my arms, mumbling, "So glad you were my first..."

For a long time I lie awake with the implication of those innocent words settling into my heart, and my awareness.

"M
ore coffee?"

Caleb is waving the pot in front of me, since I obviously missed the first time he's asked. My eyes have been glued to Blue who's been sleeping quite peacefully in the massive dog bed beside the couch since we brought him home this morning. The vet said he did fine through the night and although would need to be watched and finish his round of antibiotics, he should be well on the road to recovery. I haven't been able to move away from his side though and Caleb is chuckling at my obsessive fussing.

"Stop laughing at me. The vet said we had to keep an eye on him, so that's what I'm doing," I pout.

Setting the pot on the table, he drops on the couch beside me putting his chin on my shoulder to have a look at Blue himself.

"Not exactly laughing at you, little one. Just enjoying this new side of you―this protective, nurturing side. Figure I'll be seeing a lot more of that."

He slides his hand over my as yet unchanged belly meaningfully. Ah yes. Would it be pregnancy hormones already?

"So how about that coffee, little one? Before it gets cold?"

"Okay fine, but decaf really doesn't put a dent in it, I'll have you know."

A smiling Caleb gets up and fills my mug. "I know," he says, amusement clear in his voice.

I'm enjoying the quiet puttering around this morning, still tender both physically and emotionally from last night, but in a very good, albeit exposed way. Not much was said, but so much learned. I could see the change in Caleb right away; the edge of whatever it was he had been hanging on to was gone this morning. The intensity mellowed some. As for me; for the first time since I've been able to think for myself, I have completely surrendered to a feeling. No reservations, no little voices of caution, no self-doubts or questions of any kind, just an odd sense of letting go of yourself and handing it all to another. Knowing they’re as vulnerable to you as you are to them. I always thought it would make you weaker, but it doesn't; it makes you whole.