A Many Splintered Thing / Day 22: "Time to get up."

Howdy, all. Happy Friday. Busy day today and it started rough so I'm posting this now while I have the chance. Enjoy :)
XOXOSommer~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Her fingers were cool on his skin. Which was ironic considering how much heat he felt she’d been giving off just minutes before. She slipped her fingertips along the length of him, tracing the veins of his cock and smiling. He had to focus on his breathing because his eyes were locked on where she touched him—how she touched him—and if he didn’t get his head on right things were going to be over way before he wanted them to end.
She slid the condom onto the tip of his cock and then slowly pushed so it began to unroll. He tried to recall a time when a woman made sheathing up almost as erotic as the prelude and failed miserably. Couldn’t think of a single time.
When she reached the root of his cock she bent to kiss the inside of each thigh. A tremor rocked through him and he almost laughed. One would think he’d never done this before.
He held out his hand and she took it. Then she got up off her knees and stepped between his legs. Caleb tried to tug her down onto his lap but Dahlia shook her head. His heart fell. Had she changed her mind that fast? Were they destined to torture each other? Granted it had been a day but to him—specifically a certain part of him—it felt as if they’d been waiting years.
“What?” he asked, looking up at her.
Dahlia smoothed her hands down his cheeks and smiled when his stubble rasped. She stroked his chin and then slid her fingers down his forehead. Her fingers plunged into his hair and she pulled his face close and kissed him. “Are you trying to tell me this isn’t going to happen?” he asked.
She stood up a bit so that his face nestled between her breasts. He sighed. “In the nicest possible way, though?” he continued.
“Nope.” Serious blue eyes looked down at him. Too serious he felt. He held his breath and waited. “I was just thinking, you’re going to want me to be on top so I feel in control. I’m going to want you to be on top because…” She paused and smiled at him. He watched, enraptured, as a shivers shook her body. “Because I like that. It gets me off,” she whispered. “With the right guy, mind you. But my point is…” Another pause, a deep kiss that made him see white light behind his closed eyes. “It’s going to be a whole thing”
Caleb wrapped his arms around her and quickly stood. He hiked her up and she gave a startled sound that made him chuckle. Not letting go of her he walked her to the large dresser. He sat her ass on the top—marble no less—and said, “How about no one’s on top?”
“So you think outside the box,” she said, but she slid her hips toward him along the slippery stone tabletop.
He put his hands on her thighs and spread them. She was wet and pink and absolutely perfect. He felt his heart do a trembling skip in his chest and he parted her nether lips with his fingers. He slid a single finger over her clit and then inside her. Her humid softness overwhelmed him. Part of his mind—the rational part—shut down and all that was left was the part of him that needed to be inside her.
“When life gives you lemons make lemonade,” he muttered like a madman. “Or when you’re not sure who should be on top make sure no one is…” He glanced at her and found her watching him. Her eyes taking everything in, her full pink lips twisted in an amused smile. “Or something like that.”
She took his cock in her hands. She stroked him slowly, never breaking eye contact. She was something untamed and staggering. Something like he’d never experienced. Dahlia was a whole new creature to Caleb and he was so glad he’d been stupid enough to drive three thousand miles for Jasmine to blow him off.
Maybe there was something to this whole the Universe knows the way ideology Bob’s wife Belinda had been into. Maybe the Universe sent his cross, useless, sad-sack self here for this reason.
“Hey, Caleb?”
“Yeah?”
“Can you stop navel gazing and fuck me now?” She squeezed him and it went right to his gut before shooting straight to his heart. I was like being struck by a shooting star.
“I think I can do that,”’ he said. But she didn’t get off the hook without just one more kiss. He could kiss her until the sun fell from the sky, he was fairly certain. “I’m thinking decidedly unmanly things about you,” he confessed. “All poetic and shit…”
She laughed. But only for a second. Because he’d taken his cock in hand and ran it along her wetness. Teasing her, pushing just hard enough to enter her a bit before pulling back to slide his cockhead along her slit again. Over and over again so that he had to bite his bottom lip to keep his mind alert.
“Caleb—“she hissed. Her voice was a soft, dark thing that spoke of need and insistence.
He shook his head but she grabbed his hip and tugged. He caved, sliding into her on one slow, hard thrust. They froze that way. Joined fully. Pressed together. She put her hand behind his neck and held him there to kiss him. Her tongue was soft and sweet against his, her body seemed to hum with electricity that danced just beneath her skin.
The poetic thoughts fled and he gripped her hips in his hands, squeezing her skin, holding her steady as he began to move. Every thrust made him question his sanity and his self-control. The feel of her gripping him, tight and slick, made him want to surrender to his never endings but the sane part of him simply wanted to ride this to the end. To take her everywhere she needed to go so that in the end he knew it had been everything it could have been.
And more.
He angled her hips a little more, thrusting hard but controlled. He bent so he could reach her nipple and found the tip with his teeth. He tugged her nipple until her breath came in soft, fast pants. He grinned and broke that contact to kiss and nip at her neck.
Remembering the night before, he released his right hand from her hip and put it across her throat. Just enough pressure for him to feel the flutter-bang of her pulse beneath his fingertips.She groaned and suddenly she was a body in motion. Her hips slamming up, her fingers clutching his shoulder, biting into the meat of his muscle.
He felt her tremble and then still before she cried out, her pussy gripping around him even tighter than before. He kept his focus, kept his head about him, because he didn’t want to come just yet. Caleb hiked her leg up high so that her knee rode right below his armpit. He didn’t move the hand on her throat. If anything, he tightened his grip just a hair. Breath rushed in and out of her and when he kissed her he stopped it for a second. Her body grew lax all over but for inside. Inside she grew tighter.
He broke the kiss and gave into his needs. Every motion brought him closer, ever breath she took pushed him toward the end. He wanted to come but Christ—he didn’t want it to stop.
“Please,” she said. And then she pushed up to meet him. Her body slim and strong. She arched up once more and he kissed her to cut off her breath. She came, her tongue twitching against his lower lip, her mouth desperately meeting his.
Caleb dropped his hand and gripped her ass to keep her from sliding. He pushed into her over and over, harder and harder, until she said, “Caleb—“
This time when she tipped over he came with her. It was a gorgeous fall. A plummet from god to human and then back again just from a few nerve endings firing off with pleasure. He rode the light and warmth until it ended.
On the nightstand his alarm clock went off.
“Time to get up,” she said, her head nestled on his shoulder, her breath warm across his back.
Caleb could only laugh.
photo credit: Sommer Marsden 2014 "Caleb's Lemons"