His eyes glaze over as he stares at the white lace.
The corner of his mouth slants up in a satisfied half-smile. “My wife is so fucking sexy.”
Tingles scatter through my chest.My wife.I’ll never, ever get tired of him saying that.
He swirls his thumb over my clit. My head falls back as I moan. He guides me to sit on the edge of the bed, then drops to his knees in front of me.
He gently pushes my legs open and pulls aside the fabric of my thong before dragging his tongue along my soaking wet slit.
He groans. The vibrations from his mouth make my clit jump.
“God, I love how wet you get for me.”
He runs his tongue up and down again before focusing on my clit. The pleasure instantly intensifies. Heat simmers between my thighs, seeping up my tummy and chest.
He runs slow, soft circles on my clit, over and over. He keeps that steady rhythm even though I’m squirming underneath him and pulling his hair. I can’t help it though. That’s how good Camden’s tongue feels. My entire body is tight, and I’m trembling, aching with the need to come.
“Is my pretty wife gonna come hard for me?” he rasps.
Before I can answer him, I explode. I cry out as my orgasm rams through me. It feels like endless waves of pleasure crashing over me, drowning me, consuming me.
When I look up at him, he’s wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist, that insanely sexy grin dancing on his lips.
“You like when I call you ‘my wife,’ don’t you, baby?”
I bite my lip and nod. “It makes me feel like I’m yours.”
Intensity flashes in his crystal blue gaze. He leans down and kisses me so hard, I can barely breathe.
“You’re mine, Ellie. All mine,” he rasps against my mouth before he pulls away and grabs his pants. He digs out his wallet from his pocket and pulls out a condom. He rips it off the wrapper with his teeth, then pulls off his boxer briefs.
I lean up on my elbows. My breath catches when I see his hard cock. When I think about how I’m about to have him inside of me, my thighs squeeze. I’m nervous, but also eager.
“Hey.” Gently, he strokes my cheek with his thumb. “Still good?”
I nod, my heart fluttering in my chest at how often he’s checking on me.
I scoot up on the bed to make room for him. He rolls on the condom and kneels on the mattress. He reaches over and opens the drawer of the nightstand, then grabs the small bottle of lube I brought. He squirts some on, then tosses the bottle aside.
With his massive hand, he grabs my thigh and spreads my legs. He lines the head of his cock with my pussy.
My breath catches as he teases my entrance with his dick.
When he slides the head in, I close my eyes and whimper.
“Baby,” he rasps.
“Yeah?”
“Look at me.”
When I open my eyes, Camden is gazing at me, watchfulness in his stare.
“Take a nice deep breath,” he says in a coaxing voice.
I do what he says, feeling my body relax.
“Good girl.”
