Whipped Cream And Handcuffs

WHIPPED CREAM and HANDCUFFS An Ellora’s Cave publication written by SHILOH WALKER MS Reader (LIT) ISBN # 1-84360-551-1 Other available formats (no ISBNs are assigned): Adobe (PDF), Rocketbook (RB), Mobipocket (PRC) & HTML © Copyright Shiloh Walker, 2003. All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave. Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc. USA Ellora's Cave Ltd, UK This e-book may not be reproduced in whole or in part by email forwarding, copying, fax, or any other mode of communication without author/publisher permission. Edited by PAMELA CAMPBELL Cover Art by SCOTT CARPENTER

Chapter One There was another letter, sitting there on her desk. She felt her heart skip a beat as heat pooled low in her belly. Glancing around, she made sure nobody else had seen it. More instinctive than anything, since she was usually one of the first ones in the office. Slowly, her hands shaking, she reached out. A poem this time?Another short story that would have her quivering and ready to beg for climax? Nope.

Not this time. This time it just read, Soon. Holy shit, he had meant it. Whoever it was that called her late at night—whoever it was that left these dirty little stories, or romantic poems—was going to finally come out and meet her. Face to face. The first letter had come nearly four months earlier, on Valentine’s Day, with a basket that held some interesting little items. A pair of cloth restraints— like handcuffs—but made of soft material that wouldn’t cause pain. A feather. A bottle of massage oil. A can of whipped cream. And a magnet. The magnet had read You. Me. Handcuffs. Whipped Cream. Any questions? Since then, only the stiff ivory envelopes made of a heavy bond paper that had linen in it. The writing was all handwritten and looked familiar, but she couldn’t place it. Sweeping, rather elegant looking, especially for a man. A month after the letters had started, the phone calls had begun. She rubbed her left hand nervously against her pants, the ring on her finger flashing at her mockingly. The letters had started less than a week after Tyson had proposed. And when she told, rather reluctantly, the mystery man—who refused to give his name when he called her—he had only responded, “The man isn’t right for you.” She suspected the letters had started because of the proposal. And she also suspected her mystery man was right. Just reading his letter left her more turned on than foreplay with Tyson. Very tepid foreplay, at that. If just his letters, his voice were enough to make her cleft wet and aching, what would touching him, him touching her, be like? She was going to find out. But maybe she should tell Tyson.

***** The cool eyed blonde sitting across from her started to tap his fingers steadily on the white tablecloth. He lifted his water glass and sipped from it before setting it back down and staring her like she was a lab specimen under a microscope. He was angry. She had rarely seen Tyson James angry, but the tic throbbing in his chin was a pretty good give away. “Why haven’t you called the police?” he finally asked. The police? Why on earth would she call the police? The thought must have been written all over her face because Tyson leaned forward and said, “You have somebody stalking you, leaving you threatening presents and notes, calling you at home, and you haven’t called the police, you little idiot. This isn’t like you, Tessa.” Her eyes narrowed as she said slowly, carefully, “I am not idiot. He doesn’t want to hurt me, Ty.” “Handcuffs? You don’t think that’s threatening?” Tyson drawled, shaking his head.

No. She thought it was exciting. Handcuffed to a bed, maybe even blindfolded, while a man ran knowing hands over her body? While he fucked her from behind, slapping at her ass…Tessa felt her nipples tighten, and through the silk of her shirt, she knew Tyson could see it as well. Her cleft was aching again, and dripping. She could feel the cream soaking through her panties and had an image of the mystery man sitting beside her, sliding his hand high up her thigh, dragging his fingers through her wet folds, caressing her clit while carrying on a conversation. “Tessa.” She shook her head and opened smoky eyes to stare into Tyson’s face. His face was tight and grim. Slowly, he stood, tossing some bills down on the table. “I need to get back to the office,” he said quietly, the rage throbbing in his voice. “And I think you need to figure out what you want in life. If it’s me, then you’re going to go home like a good little girl, gather up all those letters and take them to the police.” He came closer and lowered his head to whisper in her ear, “And for God’s sake, have some dignity. You look like you’re ready to get fucked right here.” Her face flamed as he walked away. She was certain everybody was staring at her, but when she glanced around, no one seemed to be watching her. She waited until her breathing slowed and then she stood up, leaving a few extra ones on the table. Tyson was one of the area’s most respected physicians, a gifted cardiologist who repaired the damage done to the human heart with his own surgical skills and the help of modern medicine. But when it came to understanding the human heart, the man was clueless.

Chapter Two Tessa walked back into the pediatric office where she was manager, concentrating on placing one foot in front of the other. The ring on her hand had never felt heavier, and there was a knot in her throat. She wasn’t reporting the letters to the police. And she was going to return the ring. The next four hours dragged by but finally she was able to escape, cash and checks gathered up for the nightly deposit, her purse slung over one shoulder, the letter from that morning stowed safely inside. She’d add it to the rest when she got home. And if the mystery man called tonight, she’d ask when she could meet him. As she drove into her drive, she saw Caleb in the yard next to hers, his lean body tanned and sweating as he planted a young tree. Caleb had been her best friend for years. Then they had graduated and lost contact when he joined the Navy. As he had promised, he went through the training and became a SEAL, and that had changed him even more. His laughing face had become more solemn, though his eyes were still kind. The infrequent visits home had changed their relationship from close to distant friends. He had been discharged two years earlier after a bullet had ripped through his back, coming far too close to his spinal cord. He could have gone on in the military, could have started training SEALS, or a dozen other things. Instead of going into administration or teaching, he had elected to come home. He was going to law school now and would graduate next spring. She waved at him absently as she went inside, ignoring the motioning gesture for her to join him, acting as if she hadn’t seen him.

She wasn’t up for casual talk today. Caleb felt his jaw clench as she closed the door behind her. Tessa so easily put him into the cubbyhole marked friend. Maybe he should have let her in on some intimate details of his life before he left for the Navy. He loved her. From the time he was six, he figured. It had always been her. He had grown from rowdy wild child to an even wilder teen before leaving for the Navy. The grimness of that life had changed him some, but the bullet that had ended his career had finished off what little wildness remained. He had plans of going back home on his vacations and wooing her. But she had been too distant. So he had decided, while on his last mission, that he was going to take more than a few weeks, if he could, and plant himself in her life, let her know how he felt. And then the bullet. Everything had changed. But there had always been Tessa. She had been his constant. He had come home, gone through therapy, intent on getting back on his feet before he went after her. And that was where he had screwed up. By the time he was on his feet and no longer felt like such a fucking cripple, she was dating a fucking doctor. He had seethed and brooded and sulked, but he had remained in the background. Tyson James was so wrong for her. It wouldn’t last, so he would wait. But a few weeks turned into a few months, and then six months. Nearly a year had passed and they were still dating. Then the bastard went and proposed. The day Caleb had seen that ring on her finger he had known he would have to do something. So he sent the basket. He had been in her house enough over the past two years to see some rather surprising, but pleasing, things—a membership to an erotic book club, various books from said club scattered over the house, books on discs from erotic publishers. A vibrator. He had walked into her home office one day and found her pouring over a website that held a wide variety of silk and leather lingerie and his cock had stiffened while he pictured her in some of the items he had seen. His sweet, quiet little Tessa was a wildcat under the cool, quiet exterior. He could imagine her lying on his bed, blindfolded, her pale skin gleaming against the black lace lingerie, her silvery blonde hair falling around her shoulders. He wasn’t giving her up. After the basket, he had followed up with phone calls, lowering his voice, disguising it easily. After all, such tricks were second nature to a SEAL. Just like getting into the small doctor’s office where she worked. Child’s play. Waiting was the hard part. The waiting was driving him insane. He had seen her through her window a hundred times, it seemed, his letters spread out on the bed around her. The first time had been late at night, while he prowled the back yard, after waking in a cold sweat from the nightmare. Her bedroom had a series of three windows on both the eastern and southern walls, allowing a very clear view into her house.

From the back, there was her yard and trees, and nobody there to see anything. But Caleb had figured out that night that he could see too fucking well. He was pacing the yard, thinking about going for a run, and had glanced over at her house reflexively after seeing the lights blazing. His pounding heart stuttered to a brief halt as he caught sight of her, through the corner window, sprawled on her bed, a tiny smile on her face, eyes almost closed, head tipped back, the letter held loosely in the hand lying across her belly. He tried resisting—and usually succeeded—the urge to stand and wait for a glimpse of her. It was pretty hard, too, considering the layout of their respective houses. On the western side of his house, which faced the eastern side of hers, he had his combined office and home gym. And frequently, very frequently, he had found himself watching for a glimpse of her while he worked out. But, on yet another late night walk, he had seen something that slowly started to replace those nightmares with sweet, sweet dreams. Tessa had forgotten to close the drapes again, and Caleb was sprawled on the hammock slung on the deck that wrapped half way around his house, staring at the sky, his gritty eyes heavy with the need to sleep, but sleep eluded him. Looking up, his breath fogging the cool mid-spring air, he had been rewarded with watching her stroke herself—first through her panties, then she had slid them off, and started to pump her slim fingers in and out of her sex, and finally she had gotten out her vibrator, her head thrown back in pleasure while she masturbated herself to climax—his letters spread all around her. He had taken to calling her late at night and talking her into playing with herself, but he hadn’t been lucky enough to catch another show, because she was getting better about drawing the drapes over the windows, probably better to block the earlier coming of the sun than anything else, and he wasn’t about to start skulking around the neighborhood to see if he could see her from another window. Two nights had passed since he had called last. Stalking into the house, he headed for the bathroom, intent on washing the grime and dirt from his body. He turned on the shower, letting the water heat while he snagged a beer. Taking it into the shower with him, he let the hot pounding spray spill over his black hair and tawny gold skin, his light-green eyes closed in relief as the water worked some of the stiffness from his back. His cock was full and aching from just thinking of Tessa. He closed his fist around it, a bitter grin curving his mouth. About to jack off again, while he held a picture of her in his mind. Pumping his hand up and down, the engorged head of his shaft jerking rhythmically, he imagined her on her bed, wearing nothing but the glorious fall of her silken hair and a smile, while he spread the lips of her sex and licked her. Soon. Damn it, he thought with a growl, as seed spurted from him to wash away down the drain. Soon. If he didn’t fuck her soon, he was going to go insane. And if she let that bastard doctor lay hands on her again, he was going to spank her.

Chapter Three She fell asleep with tears on her face. He hadn’t called. And her heart ached, her sex ached, everything seemed to hurt. How could she feel like this over a man she had never met? Finally, exhausted, she slid into sleep.

She never heard the door to her room swing open. Never heard the shades being lowered, the drapes closing. Caleb stared down at her pale slender form, covered by a tiny pair of thong panties and a skinny-strapped camisole that barely covered her breasts. He set his bag down on the floor, keeping only the blindfold. Fuck her first. He had to. Because if she saw him and shoved him away, he had to have one memory to take with him when he left. He lowered himself gingerly to the bed, waiting for her to wake. The only light was the silvery light of the full moon shining in through the skylight that was directly over her bed. And her eyes remained closed. When she didn’t waken, he wasn’t surprised, not really. She had been such a heavy sleeper in school, he had frequently been forced to stall the bus driver— forgot his lunch money, his ball rolled under the bus—anything to give her the extra five or ten minutes she would need to stumble out of the house, still half asleep. Just as carefully, he smoothed the hair from her face, grimacing as he saw dried tear tracks on her sweet face. Who had caused the tears? If it had been him, he would make it up to her. If it had been the doctor, he would make it up to her before he went and made the doctor a eunuch. Had he fucked her? With a hiss, Caleb hoped not. If he had fucked her, there were going to be problems. When she still slept on, he slid the blindfold over her face, tying it securely after rolling her onto her side to face him. Then he dug out the padded restraints, and took her arms over her head, looping the restraints through the wrought iron slats on her headboard. Still no sign of waking. What to do first? Tessa came awake slowly, certain she was dreaming. Big, hot hands, roughened with calluses, were stroking over her body, gently, soothingly. Bewildered, she opened her eyes but couldn’t see. And when she tried to move her hands, she couldn’t move. But before panic could even set in, a rough, familiar voice whispered in her ear, “Don’t be afraid. I told you it would be soon. Tonight I am going to show you just how completely you are mine.” “What are you doing here?” she gasped, unable to calm the fear that had filled her when she had wakened. She swore she felt him smile, felt the lazy heat of his amusement while he stared down at her. “What do you think I am doing here, Tessa?” he asked quietly. His rough, low voice sent shivers down her spine, tightened her nipples. “I won’t hurt you. I’d never hurt you. I just want to touch you, feel how soft you are, feel you move underneath me while I ride you. And we’ll wait a while before we bring out the whipped cream.” He didn’t promise to leave out the handcuffs. Oh, hell, it was really him. “You…” she whispered shakily. Tiny darts of fear were indeed shooting through her, but she could feel no malice, no ill intent from this man, and she never had. His hands stroking over her felt loving, protective. “I want to see you.” “Not yet, Tessa,” he whispered against her ear, nuzzling it gently before catching the fleshy lobe in his mouth and biting gently. “I told you how I wanted to take you.” “You can’t,” she said weakly. “I don’t know you.” He laughed, a soft, gentle sound as he kissed his way down her neck. “You’ve always known me,” he told her. “I won’t hurt you, I swear. But give me this.” One hand slid down her

belly and she cried out when he speared through the feathery curls to penetrate her sex, pumping his hand slowly, rotating his wrist with each pump, while his thumb circled over her sex. Caleb stared down her body, watching while he fucked her to completion with his hand. Her rounded little breasts were pale, soft, the nipples dark little berries he wanted to take in his mouth. Her narrow torso flared out just slightly at her hips, and his breathing roughened as he stared, almost hypnotized, by the sight of his fingers parting her, sliding through her slick folds, teasing her clit before sliding back inside her wet creamy sex. She cried out and bucked underneath him, her cream soaking his fingers, her up-thrust, round little breasts straining. When her body started to still, he left the bed and reached for his bag. The first thing he pulled out was a powerful little vibrator called a bullet. Then a long, slender column for anal play, lubricant, a traditional, cock shaped vibrator. Taking the bullet, Caleb sprawled between her legs, spread them wide and blew a puff of air on her exposed flesh. In the dim light, he could see the muscles in her belly contract while she whimpered. Then he flicked the button on the power source of the bullet, and pressed against her folds, placing it so that it was pressed right against her clit. She bucked and cried out in shock, her hips jerking. The sweet scent of her arousal was filling the air, intoxicating him. “You need more than a man like James will give you,” he murmured, lowering his head until his face was right above her crotch. He pulled the tiny scrap of silk away from her cleft as he breathed in more of her scent, reveling in it as it filled his head, and then he lowered his mouth and slid his tongue down her cleft, savoring the sweet taste. “You think he’s gonna like you playing with toys like this? Think he will ever tie you up, or let you tie him up?” Tessa couldn’t think. The powerful vibrations of the bullet and, from time to time, the hot, wet swipe of his tongue, had robbed her of breath, much less any rational thought. Slowly, the presence of his tongue increased and the vibrator was there less, until she was rocking her hips against his face and shrieking with pleasure as he suckled and bit her, as he speared his tongue inside her wet passage. Tessa jerked on the bindings around her wrists helplessly. Her breath caught in her lungs when he settled his mouth on her clit and once more resumed screwing his fingers in and out of her aching pussy. Briefly, his mouth left her and he murmured, “You’re so tight, Tessa. You haven’t been fucking the good doctor, have you?” “Nuh…no,” she stammered out, sobbing when he plunged his fingers back inside. She hadn’t been fucking anybody. Ever. Jerking down on her hands, she tried once more to free them, before she gave up and simply curled her fingers around the cool iron slats of the headboard. “Good girl,” he whispered approvingly, flicking at her swollen clit with his tongue. “I’m glad to hear that—so glad that I’m not going to tease you half the night. If you had been fucking him, I’d have to punish you. And I couldn’t ever hurt you, so I’d drive you mad instead, tasting and riding your hot little body, making you go as insane as I have. I hate to say it, but I just might have been tempted to keep you from coming all damn night, just to show you how I ’ve felt.” With a muffled groan, she said, “You’ve been teasing me for months.” As he sat up, she thought she heard a smile in his voice. “Months?” he repeated, his voice raspy and rough, just above a whisper, as he slid his hands up, pushing her camisole higher, skimming softly over her ribs. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs and forefingers rolling and pinching her nipples. “Only months? Baby, you’ve been teasing me for years.” “How could I? I don’t know you,” she whispered raggedly as his hot mouth closed over the point of one nipple. He pulled back and blew a cool puff of air on her nipple before he said, “You’ve known me for years.”

And something about his voice sounded familiar. But before she could puzzle out why, her thong was pulled away with a jerk and he settled between her thighs. She felt the rough material of blue jeans against the sensitive flesh of her thighs, and movement, rough hasty movement as he shed his clothes. When she felt him again, he was nude. He came down on her, his smooth muscled chest crushing her breasts as he shifted her lower body, bringing her legs high to ride his hips. She stilled when she felt the blunt head of his cock probing at her entrance. “Tight,” he muttered again, his voice rough and strained, as he started to work his cock inside. “Please,” she gasped, rocking her hips up. “Please what?” he teased, shifting and propping his weight so he could stroke her clit again. He lowered his head to catch one swollen nipple in his mouth, licking and biting until she moaned and then he looked up at her again. His voice was only half teasing when he said again, “Please what? Please fuck you? You’re wet, but your sweet little pussy is so tight.” “Please,” she cried out again, lifting her hips higher, trying to take him inside. He held still, his thick cock just …there, right inside the wet lips of her sex, and he wouldn’t move. “Please what?” Caleb growled, pulling back. “Please fuck you? Or please stop?” Don’t make me stop, baby, he thought in desperation. She was wet and open and ready, but he had to make sure she wanted this, not just her body, but Tessa had to want this. “Tell me what you want. Either tell me to fuck you, or tell me to leave, but tell me.” Tessa whispered, “Fuck me, please. Oh, please, fuck me.” Her voice broke as she lifted up, a slow, hot throb rippling through her aching sex. Caleb’s eyes closed in relief as he settled back down over her, spreading her thighs wide, and surging inside her—her wet, creamy passage gripping his cock like a tight silken fist. He slowed, though, as she tensed around him, a soft, pain filled cry falling from her sweet mouth. He was big. Oh, hell. Too big. Tessa whimpered as the burning pressure increased. Too fucking big. The dildo she had bought had been more than big enough, she had thought, and the first few times, she had taken it easily. But her pussy wasn’t opening as easily for him. Slowly, his body stilled. She thought he had heard the pain in her whimpers and she felt him draw back. One rough hand came up to cup her cheek and he asked, “You’ve not been with a man, have you?” Her breath hitched out of her lungs as she said, “No.” Satisfaction seemed to flow from him as he lowered his head, taking her mouth gently, parting her lips and sliding his tongue inside her mouth to taste her. She could taste herself on him, taste the echo of her cream on his lips and tongue as he kissed her. Caleb waited until some of the tension drained from her body, reining in the need to take her the way he had dreamed, to fuck her hard and fast until she screamed out his name. But she didn’t know his name. And you didn’t initiate a virgin that way. Once she relaxed, he pulled away from her mouth and shifted, propping his weight on his hands. “I’m sorry, but this is going to hurt a little,” he murmured. “It won’t be too bad, I promise. You like taking your vibrator inside and that helps.” Caleb shuddered as her slick tight walls clasped the thick head of his shaft and he groaned, pulling out and moving between her thighs again. Lifting her hips in his hands, he caught her clit in his mouth, suckling it, before driving his tongue inside her sweet sex. He lifted his head and started to pet her, sliding two fingers in and out of her sex, rotating his wrist as he slid them back in. “ You’ve got the sweetest cream,” he muttered, lowering his head and lapping at a trickle of juice sliding from her. “And you’re so tight, so soft.”

He alternated between fucking her with his tongue and screwing her with his fingers until she was whimpering and moaning, her body tight and arching with the need to come, and then he moved his hips back between her thighs, nudged her swollen, reddened sex with his cock as he slid his hands down to cup her ass and lift her. She flinched as she felt him probing her, and his rough, sexy voice was back at her ear, whispering, “It’s gonna be just fine, baby. You’re wet, and hot, and so ready to be fucked.” Then he pulled out just a little, until just the head of his cock was inside her, before he gripped her tightly and surged into her, pushing relentlessly through her tight, unused tissues until he was buried deep, his balls resting against the cleft of her bottom. “Shh,” he murmured against her ear as she arched up, a ragged cry echoing through the dark room, and felt the hot damp fall of her tears against his lips as he kissed her face. She cried out, the burning, tearing pain making her eyes water. Not too bad? What in the hell was this? He started to move and she flinched away, only to shudder in surprise as pleasure arced through her. She felt cool plastic against her clit and then the powerful vibrations coming from the bullet. He was pumping inside her slowly, waiting for her to relax around him once more. “Do you know that women have this spot in their pussy that will drive them nearly insane when you touch it?” he whispered against her breast as he licked and nipped the soft flesh. He shifted his angle, moved a little higher on her body and twisted his hips, grinding the bullet against her, and pulling a strangled cry from her, as his cock touched the spot he was talking about. “And there’s yours. Like that?” She nodded and he said, “Tell me. Tell me you like it. Tell me how good it feels for me to fuck you.” Her face heated but she whispered, “I like it. I’ve been waiting for you to fuck me.” She shivered as she felt the slide of long, silken hair over her face and neck, and then the hot wet press of his mouth on her neck, then the sharp sweet little pain of his teeth as he marked her. His hard body felt so right against her, strong and long, hot and smooth. She turned her head, rubbing the side of her face against the pillow, trying to dislodge the blindfold. She wanted to see him, wanted to see the shape of his eyes, the color of the hair that brushed tauntingly over her body. The blindfold stayed stubbornly in place and in frustration, she hissed. “Let me see you.” “Not yet,” he told her, moving so that he knelt between her thighs, his hands holding her just below her ribs, arching her back high. “I’ve been going out of my mind this last year, watching as you went out with that fucking bastard, wondering if you were letting him touch you. You’re so pretty, so sexy. Always looked like a little china doll with your big blue eyes and pink mouth.” He drove his cock into her, the bullet falling away as he lifted her, bringing half her body off the mattress. “And now you’re my china doll. No other man has ever fucked you. No other man ever will.” She shuddered mindlessly, fire streaking through her each time he buried his sex inside her, crying out as he nudged the little bundle of nerves inside her pussy, sliding past that to stroke against the mouth of her womb. Caleb stared down possessively at her body, the black mask covering her lovely face, her rosebud mouth damp and open. Her slender neck and narrow shoulders trailed down into two round, pert little breasts topped with deep colored nipples—pink?, brown?—in the uncertain light, he didn’t know. Her ribcage looked so fragile, and her waist was tiny and slight before swelling into her hips. As slight as she was, Caleb knew she had one of the most perfect asses he had ever seen—round, curved, heart shaped. Soft pale curls caressed his shaft as he pulled out and slid back inside her creamy wet depths. He moved his hand so that he could play with her swollen clit, circling around it in an echo of the time he had seen her masturbating, hot satisfaction flooding through him as she

tightened around him, her sheath gripping his cock as she neared climax. “You’ve been waiting for me,” he whispered in awe. “You respond so easily. You’ve been waiting for this, for me, haven’t you?” Had she? How many guys had walked away in disgust because she couldn’t warm up to their bodies? Their touch had always seemed so lukewarm, so mild. Yes. She had been waiting. But damn it, who was he? His voice tickled some memory in her mind, familiar, very familiar. If she could think beyond the fire in her pussy, she just might be able to remember. But he wouldn’t let her. He pulled out and drove harder inside her. “Haven’t you, Tessa? Tell me what I want to hear…or I’ll stop.” “I’ve been waiting,” she sighed out. “Why else would I have still been a virgin?” “Mine,” he rasped gutturally before bending over her and filling her with deep, short digs of his cock. “Mine. Mine. Mine,” he muttered mindlessly as he fucked her hard. Tessa screamed, hot waves of painful pleasure breaking over her, freeing something inside her that flowed from her in a hot flash flood as he filled her. She started to whimper and cry under every thrust. “Again,” he ordered, shifting and twisting his hips, working his cock inside her, caressing her clit each time he drove inside her. “Again. Come again, for me, Tessa. Let me hear. Let me feel it.” It broke open again, and her body felt too small for what was raging inside her. Fire and lightening burned through her veins while the climax clawed through her belly, erupting from her in a series of short sharp screams while she clamped down on his cock. He came, filling her pussy with hot jets of creamy seed, while he shouted out her name. Something black loomed in her mind, as the orgasm raged and twisted through her. She passed out briefly and when she came to, he had untied her hands and was washing semen and cream from her thighs. “I didn’t wear a rubber,” he said quietly, as he stroked the wet cloth over her thighs. “I guess I should have, but I needed to feel you around me, just you. ” She reached for the blindfold but he stopped her, catching her hands and kissing her palms. “No. Not tonight. Give me tonight.” “I want to see you,” she told him, pulling against his hands. “You see me all the time,” he said, his voice matter of fact, but sad. “All the time. But you ’ve never really seen me.” Caleb kept her hands down, away from the blindfold as he lay down beside her. “You know me. You always have. But you’ve never seen how much I love you, how much I need you. I’ve been dying to get inside you, to make love to you, to see how you taste when you come against my mouth, to hear how you whimper and moan and scream when you come. And you never saw any of it.” He mounted her, kneeing her legs apart, and slid carefully inside her tender pussy. “I’m glad no other man has ever touched you. But it makes this difficult. Because I had planned on fucking you all night and I’m going to. But I know you’re going to be sore from it.” “I don’t care,” she whispered, arching her hips up, taking him deeper inside her body. He freed her hands and she slid them up his arms, smoothed them around his shoulders, feeling the play of powerful muscles before she buried her hands in his thick, silky hair. She had felt it fall against her face the first time, felt it tease the tips of her breasts. Soft, thick and silky, falling to his shoulders. Wide shoulders, arms roped and corded with muscle, deep chest. She could feel his flat, hard belly against hers, and the thighs he had used to spread her legs had been heavy with yet more muscle. He was strong, her mystery man. He could break her easily in two, but he worried about hurting her. “I want you.” His powerful body shuddered against hers when she said that, as he drove into her with a cry—his cock burrowing through her swollen, tight tissues to lodge at the mouth of her womb once more. “You’ve no idea how long I have waited to hear that, Tessa baby,” he

growled, pulling out and driving back home again, his balls slapping against her with each driving thrust. Caleb sucked in air as he surged back inside her, her wet, slick walls so tight around him. She was still too new at this for his entry to be easy, even now, when she was wet from her own arousal, and from his previous climax. He felt like he was digging his cock into an electrical outlet swathed with wet silk. Hot jolts streaked through him, down his spine to pool at the base as he felt his climax looming close already. He pulled out savagely. Not so soon. Not this time. He flipped her onto her belly and drew her up to her knees, staring down at her exposed ass. Lowering his head, he licked her, licked the sensitive intimate flesh of her rosette, holding her still when she squealed and tried to move. “Don’t,” he warned her roughly. “You know about this. I told you, in the letters, on the phone, about how I wanted to feel my cock inside your sweet, snug little ass. I’m not fucking you there tonight, but I will taste you, I will open you. And if you fight me, I’m going tie you up again.” “You can’t,” she gasped, shifting and twisting away from him. He growled and gripped her hips, pinning her in place. “I will. And you’re going to take it, and I’m gonna make you to like it.” He brought his hand to his mouth, and licked one finger, wetting it thoroughly before pressing it against her tight hole and pressing. “Tell me that doesn’t feel good,” he challenged softly when she gasped, a flood of cream soaking her instantly. He left her, saying softly, “Stay there, like that.” Caleb snagged the slender wand from the bedside table and the lubricant before returning to kneel behind her, her silky butt up and quivering. Her weight was propped on her elbows, face on the mattress, her silken hair hiding her expression from him. After lubing the wand, he placed the rounded head against her anus and started to prod with it, smiling when she started to moan and shudder, rocking her hips back against it when he retreated. “Push down,” he whispered, pressing it against her. “I’m going to slide it inside you and it will hurt less if you push down.” Tessa cried out as the burning pain shot through her. She flinched when his hand slapped her ass and he growled out, “Push.” She did, helplessly, and felt it slide inside, past the tight muscles there, the burning pain intensifying as it slid deeper, until it was lodged inside her. Then he grasped her hips, held her still and steady as his cock started to probe. Her entrance was narrower now, thanks to the wand in her ass and Caleb gritted his teeth as she slowly opened up around him, letting him slide fully inside her. Her ass and hips were trembling and weak little mewls fell from her lips. “I know it hurts a little right now,” he soothed, shafting her slowly, reveling in the creamy heat of her body, at how tightly her pussy held him. Hurt? Hell, yes it hurt, and not a little. Tessa held still, afraid to move, the burning, intense pressure inside her bottom riding her, and the thick intrusion of his cock inside her, both combined to make her feel as if she were being split in two. But abruptly the pain faded, as he reached around and caught her clit, pinching it, massaging it, rotating it between his thumb and finger until she was riding his hand eagerly, seeking the pleasure it brought. He urged her hand down between her thighs and ordered, “ You do it.” Once she started, he planted his hands on her hips and started to ream her silky wet cleft, hard and deep and fast. Each time he pulled out, the wand inside her ass would retreat a little, each thrust of his body would drive it back in so that she was being doubly penetrated. She felt the orgasm lash out at her suddenly, taking her in its tight hot embrace as she exploded, cream jetting from her in a geyser when he pulled out, so that he was bathed in

her juices as he burrowed back inside. “You like it, don’t you?” he panted. “You love it. Know how it’s going to feel when we get you ready and I can fuck your ass?” As he spoke, he pummeled her, reaching around to play with her clit as she collapsed, no longer able to do anything but lie there and take it. “Again. Come again,” he purred, riding her down so that she was flat against the bed and he was pounding inside her convulsing pussy. “Come again, Tessa baby. You’re so tight and wet, so hot and hungry. You ’ll let me, won’t you? Let me fuck you in your tight little ass, and you’ll scream for me, won’t you?” “Yes,” she moaned mindlessly into the mattress, chanting it out helplessly as his magical hands and cock pulled another orgasm from her. Anything. Anything. Yes…yes…yes!” Caleb roared and flooded her with his seed, his cock spasming and jerking as he came in the tight embrace of her wet sheath. He eased her to her side, and lay so her back cuddled against his chest, his forearm resting on her ribcage, just below her quivering breasts. “Sweet,” he muttered, burying his face in her hair and drawing her scent in. “I always knew you’d be this sweet.” “Who…who are you?” she asked, her breathing shaky, her voice rough. Quietly, he whispered, “Guess.” But before she could even try, she tumbled into sleep, wrapped in his arms, her thighs and cleft wet with seed, the slender wand still buried inside her ass, stretching her.

Chapter Four Caleb woke when she flopped onto her belly. Glancing at the clock, he saw how close it was to dawn. Time to go, he told himself. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, She was so damn pretty, he thought, feeling his heart roll over inside his chest. God, how long had he loved her? Always. She had moved into the house across from him and his folks when she was only six, and he had just been a few months older. He had come running out of his parents’ house as the car pulled up, hoping for a boy, somebody to play ball with, to play hide and seek with. He had tripped, though, fallen down in front of her as she climbed out of the car and he had just lain there, on his belly in his grubby jeans and T-shirt— staring at the little girl in front of him who had looked like an angel. She had still had red hair then, and he had heard somebody call her a strawberry blond. He had teased her by calling her Strawberry—even though her hair had started to lighten to blonde later that year, until it was the bouncy, sun kissed blonde she still had. Strawberry, he had called her. His sweet little Strawberry was how he had thought of her for years. He quietly gathered most of his stuff, leaving the blindfold in place on her eyes, and the wand in her ass. He pulled paper and pen from his bag, and wrote: I knew you’d feel like heaven. Can’t wait to be inside you again. Use the wand, I love you. He stared at the last three words. He had never told her before now. Hadn’t wanted to scare her. Didn’t want her thinking he was crazy. Of course, she would wake up thinking he was certifiable now. Stowing the pen in his bag, he folded the paper and wedged it under her clock—porcelain with dragons twining around it. Silently, he retreated from the room, staring at her until he reached the corner in the hall,

and then he took the stairs.

***** Tessa came awake slowly, her body stiff and aching. Her lids flew open at the pinching pain in her rear as she stretched and remembered. Oh, damn. He had come to her. They had made love. She got out of bed, slowly, gingerly, a slight pout on her face as she saw she was alone. She glanced at her clock. Saw the ivory linen paper. She flushed over the first two lines, and felt her heart flip when she read the fourth and final. I love you. She knew him. He had told her as much. Somebody she knew had sneaked into her house last night and made love to her, had taken her virginity, had tied her up, and smacked her ass, things she had only dreamed of. With a shift of her hips, she admitted silently, and some things she hadn’t even dreamed of. You like it, don’t you. You love it. Know how it’s going to feel when we get you ready and I can fuck your ass? His rough voice had caressed her as surely as his hands. She had to own up to something, she decided, staring at the sparkling diamond ring on her finger. She hadn’t wanted such a large gaudy stone. She would have liked something simpler, maybe even a pearl. But Tyson hadn’t listened. He never really listened to her. She couldn’t marry him. Slowly, she slid the ring off and tucked it into its box in her dresser. And she left the wand in as she showered. Caleb watched from his porch as she came out of the house, clad in jogging shorts and a sport bra. He joined her before she had even left her driveway and asked, “Want company?” She smiled at him absently and replied, “You’re always welcome, Caleb.” She sounded tired. Looked tired. Smelled fabulous. “How was work this week?” he asked casually as they rounded the corner and headed for the small park a mile away. She shrugged. “Boring. Frustrating. Same old, same old. School?” “Sucks,” he said succinctly. “Smart ass prep school kids who wouldn’t know real life if it bit them on the ass. Rich little bastards floating through on Daddy’s money.” She laughed. “You don’t have much longer.” But he barely heard her. Something caught his eye. Slowing to a halt, he reached out and caught her hand as she stopped, staring at him with raised brows. “Are you okay?” she asked. “Where’s the rock?” he asked, keeping his voice level through a sheer act of will. She tugged her hand, but he didn’t let go. Couldn’t let go. Flustered, she said, “I think it was a mistake, accepting that ring. But I haven’t talked to Tyson yet. “ “What’s to talk about? You don’t want to marry him,” Caleb said, slowly loosening his grip and letting her fingers fall away. “I’ve been dating him for over a year,” she said quietly. “I owe him some sort of explanation. And I don’t know what I’m going to say. I just know I can’t marry him. Tyson is so…not what I need.” “Tell him that,” Caleb said, feeling hot, rich satisfaction course through him. “Just tell him that.” Blowing a breath out, she rolled her eyes. “Yeah, just like that,” she muttered, shaking

her head. Caleb reached out, brushed silky blonde strands of hair from her face and said, “Yeah. Just like that.”

Chapter Five She didn’t call Tyson that day. She wasn’t ready yet. No matter how easy Caleb made it seem, it wasn’t that easy. She lay soaking in hot water, bubbles floating around her, candles lighting the bathroom with soft light. The perfumed water sluiced from her body as she stood some time later, her body feeling soft and soothed after the long bath. She patted her body dry with a towel and reached up to release her hair when the door slowly opened. Her breath caught, but not with fear. “Close your eyes, Tessa,” her mystery lover whispered in his familiar, rough voice. Her lids drifted closed and she heard him come in. Soft little puffs of air and the faint smell of smoke told her he had blown out the candles and she opened her eyes to complete darkness. He had turned off the rest of the lights in the house before he came to her. Warm, strong arms came around her and pulled her back against a hard male body, and she quivered when he pumped his cloth-covered hips against her butt. “I was hoping you’d come back tonight,” she whispered raggedly as his hands trailed up to cup her breasts. He pinched her nipples lightly as he said against her neck, “I couldn’t go without touching you tonight. I need you.” He rasped the last three words into her ear while one hand left her body to free his cock. “Did you find my note?” “Yes…” she hissed, feeling him slide his hands up her torso and force her to bend over, causing her to prop her weight on the sink with her hands. “I found it.” “I do love you, Tessa. Always have,” he told her, sliding one hand down to the crevice between her buttocks. One finger probed the tiny hole there and he smiled when she trembled. “One day, you’re going to look at me and say it back.” She sulked and asked, “How can I? You haven’t let me look at you yet.” He smiled against her shoulder, and said, “Be patient.” She gasped when he slid two fingers inside her wet cleft. She wondered when he would notice… “You shaved,” he whispered roughly, petting the bare lips of her sex. “Waxed.” And it had hurt. But she had remembered conversations with him—him whispering into the phone how he loved tasting a woman, and loved it best when she removed the pubic hair so he could lick and play with her naked flesh with no impediment. “For me?” “Yes,” she sighed. Caleb smiled and whispered, “Good.” Then he dropped to his knees, pressed his face against her fragrant flesh, plunging his tongue inside. He held her up when her knees buckled, held her up as he drank from her dripping well, groaning in pleasure as the cream started to flow more heavily from her. Tessa whimpered and cried out, feeling his mouth against the naked lips of her sex, shuddering when he used his thumbs to part her so he could thrust his tongue in and out. He stopped and forced her around, lifting her up and propping her naked ass on the edge of the counter before diving for her cleft again. “Sweet,” he muttered, lapping at her greedily. Her

hands clenched in his long silky hair and she stared down, trying to get some glimpse of him. Her eyes had adjusted some, but it was too dark to make out his face. Dark hair, definitely, but nothing of his face, nothing that would tell her who he was. Locking her legs around him, she cried out, holding his head tightly against her as he licked and sucked her into mind-blowing orgasm. “Good, good, sweet little fuck,” he murmured, rising to his feet before grasping her hips and urging her off the counter so he could turn her back around. She was still trembling and shaking from orgasm when he slid something thick and cool inside her vagina. She heard a click and then her knees buckled as the dildo started to vibrate inside her, something outside pressed against her clit, catapulting her into ecstasy. “ Oh, oh, ohhh…” she whimpered, shifting and squirming against it, rocking her hips and riding the dildo as he pressed it up and into her. She felt the wand at her rosette again and instinctively stilled. It was wet, warmed by his hand, and she bore down without being told, letting it slide inside her just a little more easily. She screamed when he shoved it deep and fast, her knees collapsing, only his grip keeping her upright. He lowered her to the ground gently before taking the wand and starting to pump, slowly, in and out of her tight hole. The vibrations inside her vagina were intense, hot, and exquisite, making her shake and shudder as he continued to fuck her ass with the wand, wiggling from side to side, up and down just slightly. Preparing her, she thought heatedly. For him. “Inside me,” she gasped. “I want to feel you inside me.” “Feel what?” he teased, slowly drawing the vibrator from her body. “Your um…your…oh, please,” she wailed, moving back against him in demand. “Cock,” he whispered against her back, lowering his head to slide his tongue around her stretching rosette, where the wand was buried deep inside. “You want my cock inside you,” he suggested, drawing the vibrator completely out and tossing it aside before mounting her and driving completely inside with one deep stroke. “Cock,” she whispered submissively, crying out as he shoved her hips low and filled her with deep hard digs of his cock, driving the wand inside her receptive ass with each stroke. She took the wand so easily, Caleb thought, hunching low over her to make sure every time he shoved inside her creamy sheath, the wand drove inside her ass. He’d brought a bigger one tonight, but hadn’t expected to be able to use it. But he was going to. And maybe next time, he’d be fucking that tender, tiny little hole. Her wet, tight walls gripped his cock as he pulled out, as though she tried to hold him inside her. Slick, silky. And tight. He had to burrow inside her each time, her wet little pussy clinging to him, against him, with every stroke. He could feel it, the orgasm already building at the base of his spine and he pulled out, ignoring her helpless, hungry little cry. “More,” he whispered against her neck as he drew her to her feet. “There is so much more for us tonight.” The moon was hidden tonight behind a thick bank of clouds, so he ignored the blindfold he had tossed on the bedside table as he guided her to the bed easily, his night sight excellent. “Tying you up again,” he told her, taking thin silk cords and binding her, arms to her sides, so that her hands were tied to her thighs. It took a long time, especially since he kept stopping to kiss her nipples, or drop to his knees and suck on her clit, or press against the wand in her ass. “You like that,” he murmured, praising her as she bucked and squirmed when he drove the slender wand deeper, higher inside her ass. “Yes,” she cried. He guided her to the bed, laying her down. His hands left her briefly and she heard him shaking something. Something cool landed on her belly after a hissing noise and she smelled cream. Whipped cream. Her head flew up and she squealed when

he licked it off her flat tummy. Then he aimed it at her cleft, spreading her lips and shooting inside her while she squealed and bucked. “Strawberry shortcake,” he murmured mindlessly as he ate her up greedily, licking and sucking until he had sucked every last bit of whipped cream, and continuing until she was lifting her hips to his face rhythmically, riding his mouth until she climaxed with a scream. “ Sweet, sweet Strawberry.” When he rolled her onto her belly, she went bonelessly, her body still shaking from orgasm. He propped her bound torso on a pile of pillows and drew the wand slowly from her body. Lowering his head, he pressed a hot kiss to her tender rosette, probing it with his tongue and groaning as she opened for him just the tiniest bit. He reached out with searching fingers for the butt plug, thicker and longer than the wand. After wetting it down with lubricant, Caleb pressed it against her rosette but before he could tell her to relax, she had already pushed down. She flinched away a little as it advanced, but he held her hip, holding her still as he worked it slowly inside her body. “It’s bigger, has to be, if we are going to open you up to take me,” he purred against her neck, whispering praise and encouragement. “Relax, enjoy it. Think about how good it feels, about that sweet little pain. You like a little pain, don’t you?” She whimpered mindlessly, her head thrashing, hands and arms straining to free themselves. The silk cords bit deliciously into her skin, binding her effectively and completely. Forcing air into her lungs, she cried out as the burning pressure inside her ass built and built, sending burning little streaks of flame through her, chased by tiny darts of pain. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, it was lodged completely inside her. And he was on his back, with his head between her thighs, sucking and tonguing her clit, spearing her tender folds and thrusting inside until she rose up and rode his mouth for all she was worth, until she was screaming and begging for release. One hand lifted and landed sharply on her ass and it pushed her over, sending her screaming into climax. He pulled away and shoved her down, grabbed her hips and drove inside her, riding her hard and rough, smacking her ass, reaming her pussy and crying out her name. She was tight, so tight around him he had to work his cock inside her, thanks to the thick plug in her sweet ass. The clouds had parted and now the moon shone through the skylight, casting faint silvery light on everything. Caleb shouted and cursed and fucked her hard, shuddering as she bucked and cried under his hands, the silvery cords that bound her gleaming under the moonlight. He kept his head lowered, in shadows, and when she lifted her head slightly, he pressed his hand against her face, keeping her from seeing him. Tessa screamed in frustration and then in pleasure as he reared out and drove back inside her aching cleft one final time, bellowing out above her as he shot her full of hot, creamy semen. Moments later, Tessa struggled to sit up, eager to see his face. But he flipped her onto her belly and straddled her back. And laughed as she snapped out, “Bastard,” when he blindfolded her again. Something tickled inside her mind, aggravating her as he unwound the cord from her body, kissing and licking away the faint marks before he urged her to cuddle on top of him as they drifted into sleep. He had said something— called her something familiar. What… She dreamed. Of a dark haired boy with golden skin, pale sweet green eyes that followed her everywhere. The boy grew into a handsome man who smiled less. But he still watched her.

In her dream he came up to her and kissed her in the middle of the street, while rain poured down around them. And then he was gone. She whispered out, “Caleb,” in her sleep and sighed, pressing her nose into his chest while he lay there, stunned and shocked.

Chapter Six Again, she awoke alone. She climbed from her bed in the darkness, flinching a little. He had left the plug in, just like the wand. Apparently, her mystery lover was in quite a hurry to open her ass. Actually, so was she. The pleasure it gave made her dizzy, made her body feel too small for her skin, made her hot and aching and tight. Hell, just thinking about it made that happen. She left it alone, tugging on a robe. She wondered if he had left a note, but her eyes were too sensitive for her to be in a hurry to flip the lights on and look. She padded down the stairs in silence and poured some Bailey’s in a glass with ice, sighing in pleasure as it hit her belly with a flood of warmth. She went still as she remembered her dream. She flushed guiltily. First she had kissed Tyson while picturing her dream lover. And when he came to her, she dreamed of her childhood friend. She lifted her head, blinked slowly, as she looked across the street. Caleb was awake. Lights were on inside his house, and as she watched, he passed in front of a window, head down, one had cupped over the back of his neck. She knew he frequently suffered from insomnia. It had plagued him when he first came home, but slowly lessened. Rarely did she see the shadows in his face caused by nights of sleeplessness. Her body went hot and tight, for some reason, as she pictured his lean, dark face, those pale, almost soft, green eyes. Shit, two nights with a man, and now she craved sex? She hurried up the stairs, away from the front door and the temptation to walk across the street and knock on Caleb’s door.

***** Caleb rubbed his gritty eyes before reaching overhead, grasping the bars and starting into the last set of chin ups. Sweat coated his body, dampened the waistband of the low-slung cotton pajama bottoms he wore. He finished the set and rolled his arms, twisted to one side, then the other before going into the necessary cool down. It was a bitch, having a back injury, especially one like his. The scar tissue made it necessary for him to keep up with his PT regime, even though he never would have let it lapse anyway. But if he were ever so inclined, the muscles in his lower back would tighten, the scar tissue would aggravate it, and he would grow stiff and inflexible. He finally rose and turned, intent on getting a shower, then froze in the doorway. Tyson James. The cool eyed, blonde bastard was in Tessa’s house. And through the window and across the distance separating them, he could scent the anger.

He left the house in a loping run, crossing the street and leaping on the porch to the sound of a raised, angry male voice. Wounded pride and anger at being rejected. Disbelief. And rage. It was in every line of his body, in the hot glint of anger in his normally icy eyes, in the red flags of color that rode high on his cheeks. Through the glass door, Caleb could see the rage that held Tyson’s spine rigid and stiff. A snarl built in Caleb’s throat at the sight of the doctor’s hands, curling into tight fists before opening. Relax, clench, relax, clench. And all the anger was directed at Tessa. Caleb threw open the door, moving in on Tyson like a hot angry storm and grabbing the hand that had been reaching for Tessa. “Lay one hand on her, for any reason, and you die,” Caleb said flatly. Tessa had seen Tyson reaching for her. She had been shaken to the core by the depths of his rage, but she hadn’t ever imagined him laying a hand on her. But he might have. It had been there in his face, the shock of being rejected. His disgust at why, and the urge to hurt her. And then Caleb was there, half naked, advancing on Tyson and backing the man away from her. An angry jagged scar disappeared under his waistband, and the sight of it ripped through Tessa with nauseating intensity. “Get out,” Caleb said softly, reaching for Tyson, burying one hand in the fine linen of the doctor’s shirt and jerking him until they stood eye to eye. “Get out, get lost, get the fuck away from her, before I kill you for thinking what you were thinking.” Tyson was a smart man, definitely big on self-preservation, even more than pride. And he got the hell out. It was when Caleb turned to stare at her, his eyes dark with anger, wide with concern that she remembered. Strawberry. Little bitty Strawberry, better get inside before your daddy comes looking for you, a Caleb of seven had teased while they played a game of hide and seek in the twilight. And later, in junior high, she had cried against his shoulder when her first boyfriend had broken up with her. Aw, Strawberry, he’s a jerk. I told you that. I’ll be back, Strawberry, he had whispered into her hair while she held onto his neck the day he left for the navy. Last night. Sweet, sweet Strawberry. “You,” she whispered shakily as he moved closer. He froze when she spoke. Caleb felt his breath catch, felt the knot tighten in his chest. She was staring at him as if she barely knew him. But he didn’t pretend he didn’t understand. What was the point? She had sent his heart soaring the night before when she’d sighed his name aloud while she slept. But now, it lay in pieces at his feet, simply from the shocked, blank look in her beautiful blue eyes. He just stood there, hands at his sides, while she stared at him. A self- deprecating smile quirked at his mouth but he remained silent. “You,” she whispered again. All this time, she thought. You’ve loved me all this time. Something inside her heart broke open. And love, need, hunger for him swept through her. “Oh, Caleb,” she whispered, brokenly. His body tensed and he shifted, maybe to leave. But she launched herself at him, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. Eagerly. Hotly. Hungrily, using teeth, tongue, and lips as she boosted herself up and wrapped her legs around his lean narrow waist, holding him tightly against her. Caleb had the sense to stumble out of the living room, away from open windows and door. But once they reached the hallway, he took her to the floor— shredding the slim fitting

capris she wore, jerking the sleeveless aqua sweater from her body—shoving her slim pale thighs high and wide, staring greedily down at her naked mound, at the pink pouting folds of her sex, smooth and sleek, gleaming wet, her clit swollen and engorged. Lowering his head, he moved his face just above her body, drawing the scent of her inside. “Fuck,” he muttered, catching sight of the plug, still lodged in her tight little ass. He paused only to shove his loose cotton pants down before covering her. “Gotta have you,” he groaned, grasping his cock in one and hand holding steady while he worked it inside, slowly, fighting against the tight embrace of her pussy as he slid into her. “Tessa, love you,” he rasped against her neck once he was balls-deep in her slick, wet passage. “ So much.” His words echoed and danced across her body, drawing her nipples tight, clenching her vagina around his thick cock, as he started surging inside her—tiny, deep thrusts of his hips that kept his cock deep inside her—the fat, thick head rubbing against the bundle of nerve endings near the mouth of her womb. “Caleb,” she cried out, shuddering and bucking underneath him as he pulled further out, driving deep and hard inside her, over and over, until each thrust was dragging her, inch by inch, over the rough fiber of the carpet. She broke around him with a sob, holding him tightly to her, as she shuddered through the climax. He pulled out and flipped her onto her hands and knees, staring hungrily at the base of the plug. “Stay there,” he whispered—half order, half plea—as he shot to his feet and into her bedroom, returning with the lubricant he had left behind the previous night. When he dropped to his knees behind her, Tessa lifted her head, peering nervously at him over her shoulder. He pulled her up, arched her head around until he could kiss her, deeply, thrusting his tongue past her lips, into her mouth, tasting her, feasting on her. Then he pulled away and urged her back down to her hands and knees, slowly taking the plug out of her body. He smeared lubricant on his cock, in a thick heavy layer before raising his gleaming fingers to stroke her rosette. When she was rocking aback against him, he slid one finger in, easily, pumping in and out. When she was bucking and mewling under his hands, he added a second finger, forcing them apart inside the snug embrace of her ass, while he cupped his free hand around his straining cock, stroking it roughly as he waited for her passage to relax. When she started to come, he couldn’t wait any longer. He held his cock steady and pressed the thick ruddy head against her pink, tiny little hole, his breath catching, shaking in and out of his lungs as she pushed down, his cock two inches inside her satin sheath before she froze. Hot burning pain, stronger, more intense, coursed through her. Caleb stroked her back, her hips, her ass, pleading mindlessly with her. “Take it, please, relax, oh, fuck, that’s it, a little more,” he chanted over her, working his cock a bit deeper. He reached under her, between her thighs, stroking her engorged clit. “Feel how wet you are,” he praised roughly. “ You’re so hot, you’re burning me.” Cream was flowing from her, wetting her thighs and his hand as he pinched and plucked at her clit. She rocked mindlessly against his hand, taking his intruding cock deeper and deeper without realizing it, until half of his ten inches were inside her. She shuddered and screamed, came around him, her body tightening instinctively, bearing down, and opening her completely. Caleb drove home with a muttered, “Fuck,” before rearing back and reaming her ass, wave after wave of hot, glorious pleasure coursing through her. He smacked her ass and she moaned, squirming, trying to lift her butt for more. He smacked her again, and shuddered as it caused her to spasm and come around him—slowly, the waves building inside her, tighter, and tighter—until her orgasm poured from her, her anal sheath contracting around his deeply penetrating cock and wringing his climax from him unwillingly. He pumped his come into her sweet ass, moaning

and swearing under his breath. They lay in the hallway, gasping and shaking. Caleb didn’t think he had ever felt so…right in his life. Hell, he knew he hadn’t. He had been waiting for her for years, and he hadn’t been complete until today. Or so he thought. Because then she rolled over, slowly, carefully, so that she could stare into his face. “I love you. I’ve always loved you, I think, ever since that first day, when you came running up when we moved in. Remember? You fell down and lay there, grinning up at me. Such pretty eyes, I thought. I loved you even then,” she whispered. “And I’m an idiot. Because I just figured that out.”