Caleb's POV
The first touch sent lightning through my entire body. Even with my palm completely dry, the sensation that raced up my spine was overwhelming. A deep groan escaped my throat as I increased the pressure, using the moisture that had already begun flowing to ease the friction and allow my hand to move with desperate purpose.
My grip tightened around my length, moving in firm strokes from base to tip. The amount of wetness coating my skin should have embarrassed me, but I was too consumed by need to care about anything beyond the building pressure.
Her scent still saturated the fabric pressed against my face, that intoxicating fragrance flooding my senses and making my head spin. I felt completely intoxicated, like I was drowning in the sweetest poison imaginable.
