Caleb's POV
The kiss began with deliberate slowness, each movement calculated and tender. Our lips met in a dance of longing, tongues exploring the warmth and wetness of each other's mouths with careful precision.
My hands found Jessica's waist, pulling her onto my lap where she belonged. The moment her body settled against mine, feeling her curves press against my aching hardness, a deep groan escaped into her mouth.
Despite the urgent need pulsing through my body, demanding immediate satisfaction, I refused to surrender to haste. This moment deserved reverence, deserved to be stretched and savored like fine wine.
Having Jessica in my arms again, her lips moving against mine with such perfect synchronization, felt like pieces of my shattered soul clicking back together. The world suddenly blazed with color after months of gray emptiness.
