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Caleb wants to taste you.
He adores the way you fall apart under his ministrations. Soft, pliant, sweet. He loves watching you angle your head back to give him more access to your neck, loves the way you arch into his fingers as they ghost along your body teasingly, loves the way you cant your hips up as you try to get him to fuck you.
It’s a sight to see but he wants to taste you.
You let him press his tongue into your mouth, lick, taste, explore every inch. And god do you taste fucking wonderful, he thinks as he sucks on your tongue before he drops his mouth open expectantly.
“Spit in my mouth,” he commands and he hears you moan, watches your thighs squirm in anticipation. He knows you must be feeling the same, intense arousal that he feels and he loves knowing that he affects you just as badly as you do to him.
Except maybe he feels it more, he thinks, groaning when you open your mouth, hovering over him before allowing the saliva that’s pooled onto your tongue drip down into his mouth.
“Fuck,” he groans as he follows up the string of saliva to capture your mouth once more. More. More. More.
He needs more.
And you give. You’re not greedy about allowing him to have your saliva, to kiss along your body but maybe there is one thing you’re greedy about.
You won’t let him eat you out.
Every time Caleb kisses down your body, even remotely begins to duck his head between your thighs, you cup his face and pull him back in for another kiss.
”Just fuck me already,” you’ll plead and Caleb gives just as much as he gets so he pushes your legs forward by the back of your thighs, hands placed just below your ass as he spreads you open, and fucks into you. His hips roll over and over and over again, cock driving deep into your velvet walls.
“Fuck, you’re so soft princess,” he whispers, the head of his cock grinding against your cervix as he kisses along your neck. “So soft and wet and all mine. This sweet cunt is all mine.”
And so in those moments, Caleb forgets that you don’t let him eat you out.
Except it’s kind of hard to forget now, Caleb thinks as he grinds against you.
He’s got you hoisted onto the kitchen counter, their dinner long forgotten in favor of Caleb’s craving for something more than food. His hands brace your hips, keeping you still as he fucks his aching cock against your slick panties.
Fuck, you’re so wet. He can hear it every time he rolls forward, feels the slide getting easier, feels your slick beginning to soak into his pants.
“Ah, princess,” he breathes out, voice shaky as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties.
“Let me taste you. Please,” he begs, licking into your mouth. He doesn’t really want to hear you give him an answer because he’s sure you’ll say no. Instead, he’s trying to coax you into it, giving you an example of what his tongue will do as it fucks into your mouth the way he wants to do to your cunt.
He feels you stiffen beneath him before you shake your head, pulling back to make sure Caleb understands your answer.
Your cheeks are flushed red, lips swollen and eyes dazed but he can see the panic within them. Which is surprising because he’d been so sure that you’d been refusing him every time because you didn’t like it but why did you look scared?
He pauses only because he sees the insecurity in your eyes, wants to make sure you’re okay before they continue.
“Hey, what is it pipsqueak,” he whispers as he cups your face, thumbing over your cheek. He watches you avert your gaze, pushes down his eagerness to solve all their problems now and instead focuses on how you feel.
“You can tell me,” he continues and he forces you to look up at him. He’s always wanted to be your safe space. He’s always wanted to be someone that you could tell anything and everything to without fear of repercussions and yet now, he worries, because this beautiful girl who he’s been in love with since he laid eyes on her is too afraid to tell him the truth.
Who’d hurt you so badly that you refuse to even speak to him?
He watches your teeth catch on your bottom lip nervously before he reaches out to pull it out, worried you’ll break skin.
“Sweetheart,” he coos softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your nose and then your forehead.
“Do you not like it? Does being eaten out make you uncomfortable?”
You look away again, even though Caleb is forcing you to face him, you avoid his gaze before giving him the slightest nod. Part of him aches but he understands. He would never force you into anything you really don’t want to do and he’s just about to tell you that when you continue.
“I- my last boyfriend…he-he said I tasted gross so he didn’t like to go down on me,” you grumble under your breath and Caleb has to blink in surprise. Once. Twice. Three times.
What?
“Who,” he breathes out as he presses closer, hips grinding forward, almost angry and definitely possessive.
“Who said you tasted gross? Was it that loser Todd? I always knew there was a reason I didn’t like him,” he grunts in complaint before he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you forward once more.
He grins when he hears you giggle, interrupting it with a moan as his fingers slip under your skirt to rub at your clit over your panties.
“You’re not made out of sugar, princess, as much as I tell you you’re sweet, doesn’t mean you’re meant to taste like ice cream,” he explains as he begins to press kisses along your jaw, down your neck, over your collarbone.
Each one intentional, accompanied with a lick, tongue laving over skin that he’s nipped.
“That doesn’t mean you won’t taste fucking delicious,” he continues and then he’s pulling you to the edge of the counter and dropping to his knees before you. He sees the way you grimace, nervous.
“Princess, let me try it just once,” he pleads. “If I don’t like it, I’ll stop but I promise you that I will. You trust me don’t you? Just once.”
And only when he gets your nod of approval does he lean in and inhale deeply. His nose fills with your musk and god is it intoxicating, he thinks as he presses his face deeper into your clothed cunt.
“Princess,” he moans, mouthing over the wet patch that has formed on your panties. ”Fuck was he wrong. You taste fucking delicious.”
He hears you moan, scalp stinging as you curl your fingers tight into his hair and press him forward with a whine. Caleb takes pleasure in making you feel good and as much as he’d like to say he’s being selfless, doing this to make you feel good and secure about yourself, he knows this is just as much for his own selfish reasons if not even more so.
He’s wanted to press his face into this sweet pussy from the day you’d let him touch you in ways that were more than chaste and now he was finally getting what he wanted.
His tongue presses over your clothed slit, teasing, tasting. God, tasting. You taste fucking delicious.
“I lied,” he murmurs as he slides his lips up to suck over your clit. “You do taste sweet. Like fucking ice cream. Melting right into my mouth. Ah fuck, they didn’t realize what a fucking treat they had in their hands.”
Thinking about it drives him insane. Thinking about how another man had his mouth on you, if even in just the slightest, drives him wild with possessiveness but he plans to burn away all that. He’s going to bury every memory you have of fucking another man and ensure that you only think about him when you need sex.
He’s going to make you think about his fingers, his mouth, his cock. He’s going to make you want to be eaten out and every time, you’re going to crave only his tongue fucking you open.
“Caleb,” you whine. The sound of you calling his name has him looking up and god do you look amazing, eyes lidded, lip tucked between your teeth, chest rising and falling as you pants.
“You like it, sweetheart,” he asks as he hooks a finger into the fabric separating them and then pulls it aside. You’re leaking, slick spilling out over your folds and flowing down onto the counter beneath you. Caleb loves it. He loves knowing that it's his saliva and your slick mixing together, pooling between your thighs.
He sees the faint twitch of your head as you nod before he grins and dives in once more. His eyes stay on you as his tongue pushes between your folds, making direct contact with the sweet pussy only his cock has been privy to.
And once he starts, he can’t stop. Not when he finally has your walls clenching around his tongue, when your thighs are finally bracketing his head, when you’re grinding your hips into his face like your life depends on it.
Fuck whatever loser had told you you hadn’t tasted good, he thinks as he wraps an arm around your thigh, keeps you still as his tongue fucks into you before sliding up to flick over your clit. You taste fucking amazing and god are you so fucking warm, so fucking perfect.
Caleb is never going to be able to stop. He’s going to eat you out three times a day as if you’re a meal he can’t skip.
“Caleb,” you cry out and he looks up, watches the way your hips twitch. He can tell you’re close, feels it in the way you grind against him eagerly, your legs closing tighter around his head. God, he wants you to suffocate him, strangle him between your thighs. He’d fucking die like this if he could.
“Yeah princess,” he murmurs into your clit, knows that the vibration must do something to you because you cry out and grind into his mouth. “‘S okay. Cum for me. Cum in my mouth. Please, princess. Want to taste you. Want to have you cum on my tongue.”
The encouragement is all you need. In just moments your body tenses as your orgasm washes over you and then you’re cumming. Caleb licks it all up, lapping at the slick that spills out but he’s relentless, ignoring your cries as you try to push him away and licks and licks and licks until you squirts.
He groans as your essence shoots out, spraying across his face and flowing from the counter down to the floor.
“Yeah, god, yes, princess,” Caleb groans as he catches as much as he can. It’s only when you’ve gone limp does he finally let up, standing to press his mouth to yours.
“Good girl. Did such a good job, princess,” he murmurs and then he’s pulling your underwear down, letting it hang off one ankle as he lines up his cock with your entrance. He leans in to press their mouths together, to let you taste just how delicious and sweet you taste.
“Gonna fuck you now,” he breathes into your mouth. “You can take it right?”