A Many Splintered Thing / Day 36: She made that sound again.

My apologies to Caleb and Dahlia for leaving them in limbo for so long. And you, dear reader, I hope you find today's installment worth the significant wait.
XOXOS~~
“I can deal with that,” she said, hearing the thickness in her own voice. His fingers, big but nimble, plucked at the button of her jeans and pulled down the zipper. A heated lust uncurled in her. Starting in her pelvis and working its way up through her belly and into her sternum. Her breath came short and fast and she thought the moment he touched her that might be it.
She made a noise and his eyes studied her face. Even as he spoke he pushed her waistband down. 
“What was that?”
“Me thinking the moment you touch me I’m probably going to come.” She chewed her lip when he grew still and continued just to watch her face.
He gave her a cocky half smile and his fingers swept softly along the skin that had recently been covered by denim. “That’s okay, Dahlia. If that happens, we’ll just make sure you come again. Like I said, I’m taking my time with you.”
With that, he pushed her jeans down and cool air kissed her hips and her ass. He made quick work of her red panties, pausing only to cock an eyebrow at the color.
“I like red,” she said softly.
“I concur.”
Instead of hauling her close and touching her the way she anticipated, he took a step back and put his hands on his hips. Then his eyes, darker it seemed, possibly from light but she liked to think from lust, studied her again. He ran his gaze over her body making her squirm.
“You’re killing me,” she said, standing there. Her hands hung down to her side and she tried to still the restless urge to cover herself in some way. Or put her hands on her hips. Or flee the room. If it hadn’t been so intoxicating—him watching her that way—she might have done all three.
“Hardly,” he said. Then he went back to watching her.
“I’m naked,” she said, feeling stupid.
“I know. Isn’t it great?”
A burst of laughter erupted from her lungs startling her. “But you’re not.”
“Not yet.”
“I wanted you to know,” she said, breathlessly, wanting to fill in the silence he was supplying. “That I’m on the pill. I’m clean as a whistle. And if you are I was thinking we could…”
His gaze grew sharper and he licked his lips. It was like being watched by a gorgeous predator. The feeling spiraled through her, leaving her a little weak in the knees and light in the head.
“We could?”
“Go without.”
“Without what?” he asked, torturing her. He smiled again and her pussy grew wetter. She hadn’t thought that possible but there it was.
“A condom,” she said again, forcing her voice louder.
He moved toward her then and her heart skipped a beat. It then seemed to struggle desperately to regain its regular rhythm.
He pushed himself close to her, his clothed chest pressed against her bare breasts. He put his hand between her legs and stroked her. She felt her eyes drift shut and her pelvis migrate forward to meet his touch. Caleb slid a finger inside her, gathered her moisture and then pulled his finger free to spread it on her pounding clit.
She made that noise again.
Caleb leaned in and kissed her almost chastely. As if kissing the sound off her lips.
He did it again. And then again. On the third time he began a simple soft rotation over her clitoris. When she sighed mightily, he switched tactics and pushed two thick fingers indie her. Repeatedly, he curled his finger inside her and then she was coming. Her hands flew up to grip his shoulders because her knees dipped as if they might drop her right to the floor.
He kissed her again, but this time more deeply. His tongue worked against hers, his arms looped possessively around her waist.
Possessively…
She found she liked the word. The connotation. The idea.
“I think you’re a bit wobbly, sweetheart. How about we move to the bed.”
She nodded, not trusting her words. He picked her up a few inches off the floor, almost as if carrying a child, and deposited her gently on the bed. Then he pushed her back, grabbed her legs and slid her so her ass was at the edge of the bed and her lower legs dangled over.
When he dropped to his knees and pushed her legs wide she thought she might lose her mind. She watched him as he descended on her, his breath hot across her inner thighs and her nether lips. She gripped fistfuls of the expensive white comforter and tried to keep her body in check. She tried desperately not to rise up to meet his mouth but behave and wait for him to do things in his own time.
“Caleb—“ she said, not knowing what else she intended to say. When she said nothing else he said conversationally, “Dahlia” as if they were greeting each other in passing at the grocery store.
Another wave of crazily joyous laughter escaped her but then he’d pressed his mouth to her pussy and his tongue had found that hard, desperately needy knot of flesh and he was licking.
Dahlia bit her tongue to keep from whimpering and focused on pressing her ass down against the bed. The man wasn’t even nude yet and she was working on her second orgasm. It seemed to rocket toward her like swiftly moving smoke, consuming her logical, rational thoughts and leaving her in a rattled, shaky, pleasured mess.
He sucked softly on her clit, nudged it with his tongue, painted wet and looping swirls across her most sensitive skin.
“Fuck,” she said.
“Soon,” he murmured, his mouths still against her sex. “And sans condom,” he reminded her.
Fresh lust speared her and she gave into her body, grabbed hunks of his hair and thrust her pelvis up, pushing herself unapologetically against his wonderful mouth.
“There’s my girl,” he chuckled and she thought she’d come just from the words he’d chosen.
“Yes,” she said.
“Yes,” he echoed. Then drove those long, thick fingers back inside her. He sucked, licked, swirled…did everything to keep her on edge, until her legs came up seemingly of their own accord and the orgasm sucked her under. As violent and forceful as the ocean before a storm. She sank down in it, floundered in it, embraced it and then let it carry her away.

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