Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
A whimper escaped me as Caleb lowered onto his back, pulling me down onto his chest as he went.
It had been hot the last time.
But this time, there were even fewer clothes between us. So when his hands started to roam, they were sliding all over my skin, sparking little fires as they went.
My legs slid outward, straddling his waist as his fingers worked the clasp of my bra free, making a shiver course through me.
He slid the wet material out of the way and let his hands move down my spine, then sink into my ass, dragging me against his hard length.
Suddenly, we were moving, shifting, and I was the one on my back, with his weight pressing against me.
His lips pulled from mine, roaming down my neck, my collarbone, then back to center and down between my breasts.
A loud moan escaped me as he shifted and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, making my back arch up off the floor as my nails dug crescents into his shoulders.
He moved across my chest, continuing the torment, before blazing a heated path downward. Over my stomach. Lower.
Shifting back, he sat back on his heels, looking down at me with molten eyes as he reached for the sides of my bikini bottom.
Maybe this was the moment when I should have felt strange, unsure.
But everything in his gaze said admiration and attraction.
So it was only need coursing through my system as he pulled the bikini bottom down off my legs, discarding it to the side.
His hands slid up and down the tops of my thighs before sinking into my knees, and spreading them wide as he lowered himself down.
His tongue traced up my cleft, finding my clit, and working it in unrelenting side-to-side motions, driving me up faster than seemed possible.
My hands sank into his hair as he devoured me.
When two of his fingers slipped between us and pressed inside of me, his name moaned out from between my lips.
He didn’t slow.
He didn’t stop.
He drove me relentlessly upward, letting me teeter on that edge for only a moment, before pushing me over, making the orgasm slam through my system hard and fast.
Afterward, he came over me again, nuzzling into my neck.
“Are you okay, Catie with a C and ie?” he asked, voice rough with desire, yet soft with affection and concern.
“Not yet,” I told him honestly as my legs wrapped around his waist.
I didn’t care anymore.
About how this might be stupid.
We were very possibly the last man and woman in this area of the country, or even the entire country.
Of course things were going to get a little physical.
My lips sought his as he settled against me, his cock straining.
“We can’t,” he insisted, pulling against my hold.
“Yes, we can,” I countered.
“Babies cry,” he reminded me. “Zombies hear,” he added, nipping my lower lip. “Condoms expire,” he concluded.
“Copper IUDs don’t,” I told him, writhing against him. “Not for a decade or so anyway,” I added as he pulled back, smirking down at me.
“Yeah?”
“Yep.”
“Not worried about anything else?”
“Have you been banging a bunch of zombies?” I asked, getting a chuckle out of him.
“I don’t think I could ever be that desperate,” he told me before his lips claimed mine again.
My hands roamed over his body until they settled on his ass, dragging him more firmly against me as my hips rocked against his hardness.
It wasn’t long before he was moving with me until, suddenly, he was rolling to his side, pulling me onto mine.
He yanked his board shorts down, then reached for my thigh, pulling it up over his hip, letting his bare cock slip against my cleft, making a low moan escape me.
His hand gripped the side of my neck, his gaze holding mine as he shifted, as he pressed against the opening of my body, then started to slide inside.
A small gasp escaped both of us at the sensation, so overdue it was all but forgotten.
“Fuck,” he hissed as he settled deep. His forehead pressed to mine as his body stilled, trying to find some self-control.
My hands pressed to his chest, pushing him onto his back, going with him, then moving to sit up.
His heavy-lidded eyes roamed over me before finding their way back up to my face as I started to ride him.
A bit slow at first, trying to get the rhythm right.
What can I say? I was a little out of practice.
Caleb’s hands went to my hips, guiding me for a moment, but then letting one hand slip between my thighs to tease my clit as I moved, going faster with each passing moment until I felt my walls tightening around him.
His hips started to trust into me, intensifying the sensation until I was pushed right to that edge.
“Come,” he demanded, his hips and his finger insistent. “Come for me, Catie.”