She tugged at the shirt, exposing her belly and one breast. Her stomach fluttered as she teased her fingertips along the soft curve. Moving lower, she traced a circle around her navel, stopping a moment to toy with her belly ring. As her right hand traveled further down, tickling over her hip, her left hand cupped her breast. She avoided her nipple, caressing only to the edge of the peaked skin, not ready to allow herself further pleasure. Caleb said he liked to take his time, well, so did she. The longer she made it last, the more intense her orgasm would be. And she needed it to be as intense as possible if she was going to get any sleep.
Curling her back, she left her breast and moved both hands to her legs. Moisture leaked from her pussy as she spread her fingers and moved along the curves of her knees. In her minds eye, large, calloused hands took over, abrading the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Strong, thick fingers teased her slit, spread her swollen lips apart to expose her clitoris. Samantha’s hips jerked as a nail flicked over the tortured bud.
Overwhelmed with sensation, her groan echoed in the empty room. Unable to resist any longer, she snaked a hand back to her breast and pinched her nipple hard, sending sparks of pleasure directly to her core. Planting both feet on the bed, she pushed into the finger now entering her slick opening. The finger swirled, collecting her juices before slipping back and circling the tight ring of her anus. Her legs shook, vibrated with need, as the finger pushed in, breaching her ass.
Caleb.
She imagined his finger working inside her, stretching her, preparing her to take him. If he fucked like he fought, he’d be magnificent. Fierce and determined. He’d take total control. He’d command her submission and she’d give it … after he’d earned it, of course.
Damn, she wished she had her vibrator.
Using her other hand, she pushed two fingers deep into her pussy. Emerald eyes stared at her from behind her closed lids. Caleb’s blond waves were longer now that he wasn’t enlisted. Samantha itched to run her fingers through the mass of sunshine, but her hands were a little busy at the moment. Virtual Caleb’s mouth opened; his tongue peeked out and caressed his lower lip. His lids grew heavy as a smile toyed at the corners of his mouth, as if he could taste her. She wanted him to taste her. Everywhere.
The sound of slick flesh met her ears as she pumped faster, using the heel of her hand to increase the pressure where she needed it most. Her wrist cramped and her side ached, but she didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.
Perspiration dampened her skin. Her toes curled into the comforter as pleasure overrode any coherent thought. Her ass clenched around the finger that teased there, dueling with the fingers in her pussy for the right to her orgasm.
“Caleb.” Unable to hold her knees up, Samantha let them fall to the side, spreading herself wider. Her body felt light, euphoric as the telltale signs of her orgasm surged through her veins. Her muscles pulled tight, contracting hard enough to bring her shoulders off the pillows as she screamed and her body erupted, shattering into a thousand pieces and fluttering about the room. She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. All she could do was pray at some point she’d be able to breathe again. And walk. Walking was important, wasn’t it?
A husky chuckle in her head made her smile. Virtual Caleb was happy with her performance. Drawing air into her lungs, Samantha tried to ease her racing heartbeat. Her body was slow to respond. She should be happy, ecstatic even. As self-induced orgasms go, that one ranked way up there. Instead, she felt … alone.
Samantha rolled onto her side and pushed from the bed, fighting back tears. She was a fool. Pining for a man who didn’t want her. Didn’t even like her.
She put her ear against the adjoining door to the bathroom and was relieved there was no sound coming from the other side. Her mind may have been in turmoil, but her body was blissfully unaware of the conflict. Her limbs were heavy and weak as she cleaned up and prepared for bed. She’d be able to sleep, out of sheer exhaustion if nothing else.
For now, it would have to be enough.
* * *
God hates me.
That was Caleb’s only explanation for the particular brand of hell he was in.
He drained his second beer and contemplated switching to something a little stronger. Jesus, did the woman have to be so loud?
He let his head fall, the jolt of pain as his forehead hit the counter not enough to distract the raging hard-on demanding release from his jeans.
The moans coming from the bedroom left no question as to what she was doing. Images of her naked and spread out on his spare bed filled his mind. Was she on her back or on her hands and knees? Did her pussy sport the same fire-red hair that adorned her head? Did she go fast or slow?