Synopsis: Caleb finds another way to relieve your restlessness.
Tags: Afab!Reader, Touchy Caleb, Manhandling, Fingering, Clit play.
Paring: Caleb x You
Word Count: 1,5K
It was way too early in the morning for you.
You’d woken up thinking you’d get some chores done around the house to clear your mind. Give yourself a menial task to get your mind off of things.
You eventually decided on cleaning the shelves.
You made your way to the living room, watching the morning glow of the sun rays seep into the apartment while thinking about getting started on the shelves. The house wasn’t too messy, just a light layer of dust settling on the surface of the wooden credenza.
You tied your hair up and opted for a tank and short shorts that wasn’t too fancy that even if they got messy while cleaning, it’d be fine.
Determined, you got to work on the wooden credenza in front of you. Setting aside the trinkets and frames that decorated the flat surface, you picked up the washcloth and cleaning spray.
Eventually, the air around you began smelling like disinfectant. Bending down just slightly, you started wiping the side of the desk clean, the now shiny surface thankful it felt brand new again. Smiling contentedly, you began getting lost in your thoughts as you continued wiping, now moving on to the flat surface. You thought about work and the things you’d gotten done. You thought about meeting your friends, plans that had to be made with Caleb, and events that were coming up that you wanted to get a head start on.
You’d gotten so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t notice when your husband walked up behind you.
“In a cleaning mood today, are we?” He whispered right next to your ear, sliding his large hands across your waist and holding you in front of the shelf. His words took you out of your trance, pausing your cleaning.
“Caleb…” You gasped softly, not realizing that he’d snuck up on you. “I didn’t hear you, honey.”
He’d also just woken up and rested his chin on your shoulder, sleepy eyes taking a peek to look at the cleaning you’d done so far while he let out a small yawn. “Hmm?”
“I just thought I’d clean a bit…felt a bit restless.” You replied with a short breath, blinking as you savored the way Caleb’s fingers idly traced circles on the little skin peeking from your tank top.
“Don’t let me stop you then, pipsqueak. Go on.”
You swear you could feel the smirk emanating from his face even with your back facing him. Yet, you decided to continue with your cleaning. You seemed determined to at least finish one shelf while you were at it.
Caleb, however, started to get bored, bold, and brazen. With his chin tucked in the crook of your neck, he tilted it just slightly to place a peck on the soft skin, testing the waters. When you didn’t react enough, he became more determined himself, continuing to place feather-light kisses along the side of your neck all the way up to your earlobe. He grinned before sticking out his tongue to lick it as if to warn you, before squeezing it gently between his lips.
“Caleb, you’re distracting me.” You whined, stopping your motion to shut your eyes.
“Can’t Caleb appreciate his wife in this house?” He tuts, his breathy voice in your ear sending shivers down your spine. Your back arched into his front, to which he could only respond with a satisfied whimper. “Awww, looks like you seem to like my appreciation.”
With that, his touches got even bolder, his fingers sliding inside your tank top, feeling the goosebumps leave a trail until they reached your tits. You looked down, watching his hand shamelessly manhandle one of your tits in his hand, squeezing the soft flesh. You let out a little moan, relishing the way his large hand was able to tease you so sweetly and begin to ease your restlessness. The cleaning didn't seem to have this effect on you so easily.
“Sooooo needy.” He cooed in that condescending tone of his, bringing his fingers to roll your nipple between his fingers, earning a loud moan from you. You gripped the edges of the shelf, letting your eyes roll back as you savored the feeling. The poor washcloth seemed to be long forgotten. Your head tilted back, resting it on Caleb’s chest as he continued rolling and lightly squeezing your nipple. You could feel his chest rising and falling with short breaths escaping his lips.
“Look at you…gettin’ turned on from a little touch.”
“Shut up and touch me already.”
Caleb huffed at that. “Yes, ma’am.”
He followed earnestly, bringing his other hand to the front of your shorts. Sliding his fingers down your warm skin, he readily pulls your panties to the side with his pinky. He visibly shudders as his fingers lightly touch your entrance.
“Fuck, you’re already soakin’, baby.”
It was easy enough for his middle finger to enter your cunt so smoothly, making him let out a moan from how beautifully pliant you were for him. “No matter…how many times I get to feel you like this, it's never the same.” He moans as his ring finger slides in too, beginning to scissor your walls in a steady rhythm.
You couldn't help but curl your toes at how fucking good it felt to be fingered by Caleb. You let your sounds of pleasure leave your mouth freely as you rocked your body onto Caleb’s, your fingers lifting to curl behind Caleb’s head, gripping his hair tightly. “Sound so fuckin’ good when you moan allll because of me.” As if on cue, you let out another moan at that, making him pant. “You’re my favorite sound. Keep going for me, yeah?”
Caleb couldn't help but let out another moan, noisy as ever, while his fingers continued it’s motions inside you, pumping in and out so eagerly. His other hand wasn't free either. Running it up your arm swiftly, he reached up to tilt your chin to meet him.
“Pipsqueak, you’re sooo greedy for my fingers. Squeezin’ ‘em like you wanna keep ‘em there.” His voice breaks, like he can’t believe he gets to make you feel this way. Like he can’t believe he gets to watch you fall apart from his fingers alone. He brings his fingers to grip your chin lightly, tracing the bottom of your lip with his thumb slowly, all the while watching you like a dog starved. And you? You look up at him with half-lidded eyes before kissing the tip of his thumb.
“Ju-just feels nngh…so mmf-good, Caleb.” You breathe out, rolling your hips into him in ecstasy once again.
Caleb’s restraint snaps at that. He leans down to kiss you deeply, lovingly, and intensely. He brings his foot to kick the heel of your foot juuust slightly, making you spread your legs further for him, giving him more access to your sopping cunt. He pinches your clit lightly before rubbing it with precise ease with his index finger, bringing you closer to the edge. You whimper into his mouth at the sudden change, making you bring your hands to the credenza and keeping your palms flat.
Caleb swallows your sounds greedily and proceeds to suck on your tongue like a man starved. He slides his hand down the side of your body and goes lower and lower until his fingers splay across the expanse of your plush thigh. It's now his turn to moan into your mouth when he squeezes it roughly before reaching the underside of it to lift it and plant your knee on the wooden surface of the credenza. With your pussy now fully exposed to him, he pumps his fingers faster now, feeling you get closer and closer to your tipping point with the way your body shudders alone.
“Cal-eb, ‘m close. Getting…fuck, close.”
“I know, honey. Juuust let go.”
He continues his motions with such speed and precision that it makes you go dizzy. That and the fact that his other hand continues to massage your ass tenderly just heightens your desire. Your chest heaves as you almost reach the point of pleasure. And that’s when you finally break; Caleb curls his fingers exactly right inside your spongy walls, making you snap forward and come undone. Your vision blurs and almost goes white when you feel a warm hand snake across your waist, holding you steady.
“Theeeere we go. I’ve got you. Caleb’s got you, pipsqueak.” He mumbles softly as he bends down to place loving kisses along your spine, simply mesmerized and wrapped up in you.
“I’ve gotten the desk messy again.” You reply in a broken voice as you look down at the desk with a pout, coming down from the aftershocks of the orgasm your husband had just given you. Your restlessness seems like a distant memory at this point.
“Well, that’s why you’ve got me. House husband Caleb to the rescue!” He perks up with a proud smile on his face.
You turn around to wrap your arms around his neck, tilting your head to look up at him. “You’re such a dork, Caleb.”
“Uhhh, I’m your dork. Foreeeeever.” He grins widely, flashing the gold band that rests on his finger in front of your face.
A.N: Lowk marriage doesn't sound scary if it's with Caleb. Thank you for trying this cookie!
Div credits: @kodaswrld, @pixopix, ♡
