“I need to come.” The words leave me between moans and heavy breaths.
His face breaks out into a slow satisfied smile. “Take off your clothes.” He snatches his hand away from under me, and I huff in disappointment.
Slowly, I stand up and take my pants off, then my underwear, and finally his shirt that I’m wearing. Cameron’s eyes don’t leave my body for a second, admiring it as if it's the first time he’s seen it.
He tilts his chin up. “Come here and lay down.”
“Make me.” I smile sweetly, and he cocks his pierced brow in challenge.
Cam stands until he’s hovering over me. His dick is straining against his sweats practically pitching a tent, and somehow, he’s ignoring it. Unlike him, I can’t ignore my needs. I need someone or something to touch me soon. His finger swipes my bottom lip, grazing my neck, the top of my breasts, around my nipples, down to the center of my stomach, and the slow tease is broken when he lifts me over his shoulder, slaps my ass, and drops me to the bed. He spreads my legs wide open, takes my mouth again, and kisses me all the way down, paying my belly button piercing a little more attention than usual before his face is in front of my center.
His eyes meet mine while he opens up my knees a little more to look at my pussy. Then his head disappears, and I feel the wetness of his tongue on my clit.
My body spasms. “Cameron,” I breathe, remembering how amazing this feels.
He gives me a groan of approval and flicks his tongue in slow glides. I’m already close, but there’s something missing, and I know that he knows what it is. He’s gotten to know my body better than I have within the past few months.
“Cameron, please,” I beg, trying my hardest not to scream.
He pauses before looking up at me. “What do you need, Kamila?” he asks darkly, and I know the words he wants me to say are purely for his needs.
“Something inside of me.” He ceases all movement, wanting me to be more specific as always. “Your fingers inside of me.”
He kisses my thigh. “That’s my girl.” I whimper at the use of the phrase, and apparently, he hears it because suddenly, three fingers are inside of me. This time, I let out a long moan.
“Now squirt in my fucking mouth, Kamila,” he demands.
The second his tongue is back on my clit, my body stiffens, and I do exactly that, feeling high on the release. He keeps fingering me until I’m begging him to stop. Sometimes, he keeps going to make me come a second time, but this time, he listens.
My chest is rising heavily as I look up at him, still needing and wanting more.
“How the hell are you keeping it together like you are? It’s been weeks,” I state.
He chuckles. “I’m barely holding on by a thread, baby.” I open my mouth to speak, but he puts a finger to my lips to shush me. “The control I had slipped the moment you came on my mouth.”
His lips meet mine again, and he shows me exactly how little self-control he has left.
Chapter Fifty-Five
CAMERON
Kamila’s tongue battles against mine while we both struggle at tugging my pants down. Her come is still all over my mouth as we kiss, which only makes me harder, and I’m concerned about how fast I might finish the second I’m inside of her. But like she said, it’s been too fucking long. I need her just as much as she needs me, if not more.
Pulling away from her lips, I look into those golden eyes and gently caress her face. She leans into my hand, her gaze not straying from mine.
I love this woman. We were made for each other.
She still hasn’t said it back, and that’s fine. She’ll say it when she’s ready, I can wait.
For her, I’ll wait forever.
Then, as I line myself up against her, a thought comes to mind.
“All of this means you’re my girlfriend, right?” I blurt out.
Kami looks at me, confused, and rightfully so. I’m barely holding on here, but it’s something I need to know now before I put my cock inside of her.
“Hmm, I’m not sure,” she muses.
