“Like what?” Caleb asked frigidly.

“I don’t know. I really don’t know how to explain it. I’m just sure there’s something off about her, about the situation. If you weren’t in so deep with her, you’d be able to see it too.”

“I’m not in too deep. I know what I’m doing.”

He didn’t really know what he was doing. He’d never been in love before, so everything with Kelly was brand new.

He was like a boy fumbling around in the dark, trying desperately to figure out the next move.

He wanted it to be right. He needed it to be right. Because if he did the wrong thing, he might risk losing what he had with Kelly.

And that was something he couldn’t allow.

—

That evening Caleb was buried in Kelly, as deep as he could get.

It wasn’t deep enough.

He couldn’t seem to get enough of her. They’d moved into his bedroom more than an hour ago. The kissing and foreplay had gone on a long time—much longer than he was used to. And now his cock was sliding inside her, surrounded by her tight, wet heat. Her legs were wrapped around his middle, her heels digging almost painfully into the small of his back. And it felt like he was drowning in her, felt like he’d never pull out.

She’d already come twice, but Caleb just couldn’t bring himself to end it yet. Her inner muscles were gripping his cock ruthlessly, and she was arching and shaking beneath him as if she were on the way to yet another orgasm. Her long hair was all over the place, covering the pillow and clinging to her damp, red face, as well as to her shoulders and breasts.

Some of the strands were clinging to Caleb’s skin too, as she tossed her head restlessly, shaking their tangled bodies. And all Caleb could breathe in was Kelly—hot, urgent, panting, golden Kelly. She was everything, everywhere. And yet still Caleb couldn’t seem to touch, feel, taste her enough.

He loved how she kept coming for him, how she responded so hungrily to his body and his deepest rhythm. She was clawing lines down his back—the pain awaking a primal instinct that made him want to roar. And she kept grunting and bucking beneath him, desperately trying to claim yet another release.

Her whole body was flushed and wet with perspiration, but she still seemed frantic for more.

Caleb had angled his hips so he could rock against her G-spot, and in this position he couldn’t get any deeper. He wasn’t thrusting, just pushing into her in a way he thought she would like.

But he wanted to get deeper. He wanted to be buried in her completely. He wanted to be swallowed up in her. He wanted nothing—not air, not skin, not sweat—between them.

He let out a thick groan of frustration and jerked his head to the side. The tight clasp of her body was incredible, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted more. He wanted to thrust.

He wanted to thrust deep.

Kelly’s body was shuddering violently now, and her thighs tightened around him with brutal force. “Oh,” she gasped, her face contorting in pleasure. “Oh, oh, oh, yeah.”

Caleb pushed against her G-spot more urgently, knowing she was about to come again. He wanted to see it. Wanted to feel it. Wanted to know that he was pleasing her this much.

One of her arms flew out and fumbled around on the bed as her body started to spasm in raw, erotic need.

He felt her channel starting to pulse around his cock, and he kept purposefully pushing against the contractions.

Kelly cried out through the hair that had flown into her mouth. Her eyes were wild and half closed, focused on his face as she rode out her orgasm.

Caleb felt like his chest was going to burst open. Like his head was going to explode. His body was so tense his muscles were starting to ache, but he still seemed to need more. Just couldn’t get enough of her.

As Kelly’s body started to relax again, she wheezed and tried to blow the hair out of her mouth. “Oh, God,” she gasped, her voice hoarse and weak. “Oh, God, Caleb.” The hand that had been clawing at his back started stroking his broken skin with the palm.

He wanted to kiss her, to bury his face in her hair, but it was taking too much effort for him to hold the fibers of his body together.

There was a streak from a tear streaming down from the corner of her left eye into her hair. And her lips were swollen and deeply red. But her eyes now were alert enough to study his face. “What is it, Caleb?” she asked, squirming a little beneath him as her muscles occasionally kept clenching around him. “Do you need something more?”

He wanted to go deep. But couldn’t bring himself to say the words. Something inside him resisted revealing his need.

Kelly’s brows pulled together. “Caleb?” Bringing one of her arms down, she wiped some of the sweat off her face. “Did you want to change positions? Just show me what you want.”

He closed his eyes for a moment to try to focus enough to make himself move. Then he adjusted his body so his weight was on his knees. Reached behind him to unhook her legs from around him. Then pulled out of her hot, sweet pussy with a moan of concentrated effort.

He knew she must have lost some of the circulation in her legs in this position, so he took a minute to rub her feet and calves, not wanting her to be uncomfortable.

Kelly just stared at him wordlessly, as if she couldn’t understand what he was doing.

After a minute she mumbled, “I’m fine, Caleb. Show me what you want.”

He stared down at her for a minute, breathing erratically and with a painful throbbing in his cock. Then he slowly pushed her thighs apart and back toward her chest, adjusting himself so her ankles were against his shoulders.

“Okay?” he grunted as he positioned his cock at her entrance.

“Yeah.” She was moving her body willingly, adjusting to the new position.

So he pushed himself into her again, leaning forward as he thrust home.

“Ah!” Kelly gasped, her body folding in half as Caleb’s upper body forced her knees toward her shoulders.

He froze, deeper now than ever. Almost buried to the hilt in hot, wet, panting Kelly. “All right?”

“Yeah,” she told him. “Good.” Her hands were fumbling around again on the bed, until they finally moved down to settle on his thighs.

Caleb focused on her face. It was red and damp and twisting a little, but she didn’t seem to be in pain. So he pulled his pelvis back and thrust into her slowly, watching her reactions to his deep stroke inside her.

She grunted and tossed her head. Squeezed his thighs with her fingers and whispered, “I’m good, Caleb.”

Caleb let out a long, guttural groan as he pulled back and thrust again.

The sensations were powerful, overwhelming, and Caleb knew he wouldn’t hold out for long like this. But Kelly was urging him on, panting out “yes” and “good,” and moving her body with his in perfect, pliant rhythm.

And he couldn’t seem to stop. Kept thrusting into her, deep and primitive and irresistible. He was grunting like an animal, but she seemed to like it. And his eyes never left Kelly’s face as she accepted him into her body like this.

He wanted her. All of her. Wished he could somehow get even deeper inside her. Have everything. Never come out.

He wished she would come again, but he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold on to his control for long enough. He was supporting himself with his knees and his hands, and his fingers were fisted tightly in the bedding. As the rich pressure built up inexorably inside him, his drives into her became faster and clumsier.

“Kelly,” he rasped, her face blurring in front of his eyes. “Fuck, Kelly.”

“Yeah,” Kelly breathed one more time.

Then the pressure exploded inside him.

Caleb pushed into her a last few jerky times as the pulsing made its way from his balls through his cock. He came so hard that he was roaring with it, and he was conscious of nothing else in the world except the force of his pleasure. And Kelly.