He only swirls his tongue over me a handful of times before I start to tighten around his fingers, coming loudly.
“Luc, luc, luc. Fuck!” I scream. When my body stops shaking he pulls his fingers out and brings them into his mouth, sucking my juices off his fingers.
“I love how you taste,” he says, like he just ate a meal.
Then he kisses me and I can taste myself on his lips.
“Can Ipleasereturn the favour?”
He nods, my pulse still racing as I push him back until he’s sitting against the couch cushions. He watches me with hooded eyes as I crawl between his legs, the air thick with heat and anticipation.
My hands go to his waistband, undoing his pants slowly—teasing.
“I want to taste you,now,” I whisper. My mouth practically watering at the idea of taking him in my mouth, pleasing him.
He groans low in his throat. “Please.”
I free him from his briefs, and he’s already hard, thick and flushed.
I wrap my hand around him, stroking slowly from base to tip while mymouth hovers just above.
His breath catches.
I lick the head gently, swirling my tongue around it before taking him into my mouth inch by inch.
His hips jerk slightly, and one of his hands finds my hair, not guiding, just resting there like he needs the anchor.
“Fuck, Cam,” he rasps. “You have no idea how good that feels. You look so hot.” I moan around him, letting the vibrations run through him as I start to bob my head.
I take him deeper each time, stroking with one hand and cupping his balls with the other.
“Fuck, your mouth takes my cock so well.” He’s breathing heavily now, cursing softly under his breath.
His other hand clutches the edge of the couch.
I pull back to tease him, licking up the length before taking him in again, faster now, letting spit and pleasure blur everything else.
He’s close—I can feel it in the way his thighs tense, the way he groans my name like a prayer.
“Camille—fuck, I’m gonna—” I hum in approval and keep going until he stiffens, coming hard in my mouth.
I swallow, licking him clean before kissing up his stomach and chest until I’m curled beside him on the couch.
He looks dazed and beautiful and totally wrecked.
“Holy shit,” he breathes.
I grin against his neck. “I told you I wanted to return the favour.”
He kisses my temple, still catching his breath. “Come to bed with me? I’m not done with you yet.”
“Okay,” I whisper. He stands and lifts me into his arms without warning, carrying me down the hall.
I curl into him, warm and soft, and for the first time in a long time, I feel something that terrifies me a little—love.
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Seafood and garlic butter
