“Jesus, Nathaniel,” he gasps.

Slowly, with no rush at all, I peel his shirt up and over his head. He helps me remove it completely while staying underneath me, gripping my waist and pulling my pelvis down to rest against his own.

I align my dick against his and let the tingles spread through my body as a rush of excitement moves through me. I'm the first to move, but it doesn't take long before we both start grinding our lower halves together, searching for that addicting friction yet again.

Our lips are so close, grazing lazily against each others. We're breathing in each other's air as we keep moving and grinding.

“You feel so damn good. I can’t get enough of you,” he moans. He presses his hands to my ass to press me even closer to him. If that's even possible.

My chest fills with a warm feeling at his words. His chest moves up and down heavily as his eyes drift all over my face, taking me in.

I can feel Caleb’s fingertips slowly drift to below the waist belt of my pants. My breath hitches as I stop to look down at where we're connected.

“Can I?” He whispers across my cheek.

I look back at his eyes, which are looking back at me so full of heat and want.

I want this too. I don’t know what is going on, or how I got this lucky, but it feels so damn good.

I quickly nod my head. Lifting up off of him and sitting down on his waist, I unbutton my pants and lower my zipper.

His hands rest on my waist, his legs drawn out beneath me.

I lean to the side to wiggle out of my pants and lay down next to him in only my boxer briefs.

“Take it off, baby. Let me see you,” I murmur, my hands gliding slowly up and down his chest.

His eyes flicker wide at the pet name that slipped out of my mouth. I brace myself for a teasing remark but it never comes. Instead he looks at me like…he likes it. His mouth quirks up on one side as he looks me over.

Caleb keeps his eyes on me as he slips out of his own pants. It's a sight to behold. I can’t wait any longer.

His body is incredible. Laying there, breathing heavily. His chest, his abs, arms and legs all just so perfectly chiseled.

A rush of jealousy passes through me thinking about all the times Sarah got to hold him in her arms, all to herself.

I fight against those thoughts by resuming my position over top of him, but as soon as I go to wrap my leg around him, he shoots up and rolls me over onto my back instead.

“Woah,” I gasp, staring at him over me. He sits up tall, muscles and tattoos running up and down with his arms on display. I look down as his tattooed hands rub up and down my bare chest, kneading and taking his time to feel me all the way down.