virgin!caleb cries the moment he’s finally inside you. a shaky cry catches in his throat, tears slipping down his flushed cheeks before he can stop them. he’s nestled deep inside you, thick and pulsing, while your walls squeeze around him so tight it makes his head spin. his hands grip the undersides of your thighs hard enough to bruise, fingers digging in as he tries to keep from cumming on the spot.
“feels s’good, baby,” he whimpers into the crook of your neck, voice cracking between hiccups and soft moans. “too good—ngh—g-gonna cum if you keep squeezin’ me like that—”
his spit and tears smear across your skin as he hides his face there, too overwhelmed to trust himself to come out and face you. when he presses your thigh higher up your chest, the new angle lets him sink even deeper. the head of his cock bumps right against your cervix and he shudders violently, another broken sob leaving him.
he can’t stop kissing you. open-mouthed and messy, he trails wet kisses between your breasts, nips at your neck, then finds your lips again like he’ll die if he doesn’t. after years of wanting, of holding back, he finally has you wrapped around him and he’s greedy for every inch of you—tongue, teeth, breath, all of it.
“waited so long for this,” he mumbles against your mouth, hips twitching as he fights not to cum too fast. “love you. love you sooo much—”
the first slow thrust drags out of you like molasses, thick and heavy, pulling a wrecked little sound from deep in his chest. “oh god, pips—” he hiccups, forehead pressed to yours, eyes glassy and wet. “you’re so warm. so fucking tight around me.”
his hips roll again, devastatingly slow, letting you feel every inch as he sinks back in. his hands roam everywhere, squeezing your thighs, sliding up to grip your waist, one palm dragging up to cup your breast and thumb across your nipple like he needs to touch all of you at once.
“been dreamin’ about this every night,” he babbles against your lips between thrusts, voice all cracked and sweet. “for years, pips. thought about how you’d feel, how you’d sound—fuck, ’s so much better than i imagined. squeezin’ me so good i can’t think straight—”
another slow, deep grind has the head of his cock kissing your cervix again and his breath hitches hard. tears keep slipping down his cheeks, mixing with the sweat on his skin as he mouths at your jaw, your neck, anywhere he can reach. one hand slides down between you, clumsy but eager, thumb brushing over your clit in messy little circles while he keeps that torturously slow pace.
“tell me it feels good for you, too,” he pleads softly, hips rolling deep again, voice breaking on a moan. “please—need to hear you, baby.”
your praise hits him like lightning, “feels s’good, ’leb,” and he moans shamelessly against your neck, loud and broken, hips stuttering hard as fresh tears slip down his cheeks.
“swear?” he whimpers, voice wrecked and hopeful, pressing open-mouthed kisses all over your skin. “just wanna make you feel good. been waitin’ so long to make you cum on me like this.”
he gets this look in his eyes, like nothing else exists except you and the way your body reacts to him. his thumb keeps circling your clit in tighter, faster strokes while his cock drags slow and heavy against that perfect spot inside you. his other hand stays on your thigh, spreading you wider so he can watch every inch disappear inside you. “wanna feel you. wanna watch you fall apart on my cock. please—need it so bad.”
when you finally tip over the edge, clenching hard around him, caleb’s soul practically leaves his body. his eyes go wide, lips parted in a silent gasp as he watches you cum—really watches, drinking in every twitch, every flutter, every broken sound that leaves your mouth. a raw, choked moan rips out of him, like the sight alone is enough to ruin him forever.
“oh fuck—baby, you’re milkin’ me,” his voice cracks, hips losing rhythm as he fucks you through it, slow and deep and greedy. the second your orgasm starts to fade he’s begging, voice hoarse and desperate. “can i—? please let me cum, please—can’t hold it anymore. been soooo good for you, please—”
the moment you nod fervently, he shatters. his whole body locks up as he buries himself to the hilt, a broken sob tearing from his throat while thick ropes of cum flood you. “thank you—thank you, baby—fuck, thank you—” he keeps chanting it like a prayer, hips jerking with every pulse, tears streaming down his face as he presses sloppy, grateful kisses all over your mouth, your cheeks, your neck. “thank you for lettin’ me have you. thank you, thank you—”
he collapses on top of you, still buried deep, trembling and panting, arms wrapped around you like he never wants to let go. soft little thank you’s keep slipping out between kisses against your skin while his heart hammers against yours.
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