What if's with Caleb

[R18] What if he doesn't make a move?

"You idiot! Do you know how long I've been waiting for you to make a move?"

Caleb eyes widened and he chuckled softly, rubbing the sore spot you had hit.

"I'm sorry (Y/N).... I'll do better alright?"

He gave you a reassuring pat on the head before wiping the last of your tears.

But you weren't letting him off that easily.

With newfound determination, you pushed him onto the sofa, pinning him down as you straddled him. His eyes widened slightly at your boldness, but before he could react, you crashed your lips against his in a deep, searing kiss.

When you finally pulled away, your voice was breathless yet firm.

"I want more than this."

That was all it took. Caleb's self-control snapped like a thread.

In one swift motion, he lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to the bed before pinning you beneath him. His lips found yours again, more desperate this time, and you melted into his touch.

For so long, you had craved this, his passion, his desire, his love. And now that the gates had opened, you realized just how much he had been holding back

His lips ghosted over your jaw, his breath warm, teasing, as he traced slow, lingering kisses down your throat.

His hands roamed your body with reverence, fingers mapping every curve, every shiver beneath his touch.

There was a restraint to the way he moved, a careful control that made your skin burn with anticipation. His forehead pressed against yours, his breath uneven, his dark eyes searching yours.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice low, almost strained.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, nails scraping lightly against his scalp as you pulled him closer.

"Yes."

His pupils blew wide, something desperate flickering in his gaze before his restraint snapped. His lips crashed against yours, hunger spilling into every movement as he pressed you deeper into the mattress.

His hands gripped your thighs, parting them as he settled between them, his body trembling with barely contained need.

His kisses turned feverish, trailing lower, his tongue and teeth grazing sensitive skin, leaving a path of heat in their wake. His fingers found you first, sliding between your thighs, teasing, coaxing gasps from your lips as he worked you open.

Your back arched, hands grasping at his shoulders, desperate for more.When you reached for him, your fingers curling around his length, a low groan rumbled from his throat.

His hips jerked into your touch, his breath hitching as you stroked him, slow and teasing. But it wasn't long before he lost patience, catching your wrist and pinning it above your head.

"Please," he rasped. "May I?"

Your inside throbbed at how hard Caleb is holding himself back, after all the touches and kisses he still asked for your permission. This man will be the death of you.

You didn't have to speak as a respond, you lined his length in between your thighs and pressed his tip towards your entrance. With just that he slowly sunked into you inch by inch.

The stretch had you gasping, your nails digging into his shoulders as he let out a shuddering breath. He moved slowly at first, his grip tight, as if savoring the feeling of you wrapped around him.

His movements were controlled, measured, each thrust sending a pulse of pleasure through you, but it wasn't enough. Not when you could feel the tension in his muscles, the way he held himself back.