The orgasm flows through me, like fire rolling through my veins. I’m burning alive and in need of more.
“Please,” I beg, literal tears streaming down my face.
Camden crawls up my body and kisses my chin, then my cheek. Then he presses his mouth to mine. “Shh, baby girl, I got you. I’m going to give you everything you need.”
The softness of his tone makes me gooey and more emotional. I claw at him, grabbing his hips, trying with all my strength to maneuver him so he’s exactly where I need him.
“No,” he growls.
Head dropped back, I pout.
“Not without a condom.” He sits up on his knees. “You need to be safer. You should be asking questions. We should have a conversation first, talk about whether you’re on birth control. Whether either of us has been tested. Don’t just spread these legs for me like a little slut.”
I whimper. Fuck. He’s right. And I’m never this reckless. It’s wild, what he does to me.
He backs away and digs a condom out of his nightstand. He’s already rolling it on when he settles between my thighs again.
“Will it be safe with all those piercings?” I ask, a little of my good sense returning to me.
His lips tick up into a grin. “Good girl. That’s a good question.” He notches himself at my entrance, nudging in just a fraction. He pulls back out and does it again. And again.
I whimper in earnest.
“Yes, it’s safe. It shouldn’t rip. But if it does, I’m safe. I can pull up my test results on my phone if you want.”
I shake my head, though in the back of my mind, a thought blooms. How much sex does this man have to so readily have that information available? The question should freak me out. Instead, I like that he’s a man who knows what he wants.
And what he wants is me.
“Birth control?” He arches a brow.
“I’m on the shot.”
He tucks his chin and focuses on where we meet, sliding in a little deeper, then pulling back again. “For now.” The words barely register before he’s pushing inside for real, pulling a moan from deep in my throat.
ELEVEN
CAMDEN
Savannah squeezesme like a fucking vise as I push inside her.
“Breathe, baby girl.”
With the smallest of nods, she sucks in one breath, then another. On the third, I bury myself to the hilt, groaning as I find my new home.
I’m a forty-six-year-old man. I’ve had more than my fair share of sexual encounters, but nothing, and I mean not a goddamn thing, has ever felt this good.
Maybe it’s the heat of her. Or how tight she is. Or maybe it’s the whimpers that slip from her throat or the way she scratches at my skin, searching for purchase before I even start truly fucking her.
It’s definitely her tits and the way they jiggle with the tiniest of thrusts. Those pink pebbled nipples that make my mouth water. They’re magnificent. I can’t wait for her to ride me so they can hit me in the face.
It’s absolutely the color of her hair and how wild it is splayed out on my pillow around her head. And those damn green eyes. The way they watch me, seeking approval.
Though each detail is enough on its own to send my heart rate up another notch, on anyone else, they’d be ordinary. It’s her. I don’t understand it, but I’m old enough to know there’s no point in trying.
Instead, I lean down and press my mouth to hers, moaning and biting and licking and sucking, enjoying the hell out of every second she’s in my bed. Working myself in and out of her, ensuring my piercings hit all the right places. I use my hands, stimulating that sensitive clit and lavishing her breasts until she comes over and over again. I flip her over and fuck her from behind. Spank her ass. Lick her hole. Make her scream.
I fuck her in every position. Only when she’s exhausted and completely wrung out do I force her to her knees, pull the condom off, and fuck her throat.
