Everyday I wake up and everyday I crave Caleb getting handsy w u. Like I’m talking extremely physical, hands holding onto your waist, sliding up and down ur sides. Mouth on your lips, cheeks, jaw, neck, collarbones, wherever he can access. I don’t want to say that he’s wild, it’s more a mix of carnal fascination and pure adoration. It’s like that feeling where you feel so much love for someone in one moment and you don’t know what to do with it. I’d like to imagine him breathlessly kissing you all over, hands caressing your stomach, waist, sides, thighs and arms. He’s dotting kisses and iloveyous over any expanse of skin he can find. And if you pull away for air, he’s chasing your lips and giving you the puppiest of puppy eyes and you just can’t resist giving into him as his lips find yours again. And it’s pure bliss, the feel of Caleb’s big, slightly rough hands sliding under your shirt, over bare skin. And you’re equally lost, hand fisting his shirt, the other in his hair tugging ever so lightly just to hear him let out those little sounds he does. You match his fervor, biting his lower lip, arching into him, trying to eliminate as much space as possible. The both of you could stay like this for hours without it getting sexual. He’d worship you and you’d let him, trying to reciprocate as much as possible. And once you’re too tired to continue, he’s pulling you into his chest (I like to think his shirt is off because ofc id take it off) and you’ll just cuddle there, both leaving the occasional kiss on any open space. (And if he has a bunch of hickeys on his neck, jaw and chest the next day then ig we’ll just have to wonder how those got there)
