Cameron releases a deep growl before grabbing my neck. “I’m not going to go easy on you tonight, Kamila. I’ve been hard ever since I saw you on the dance floor, and from what I experienced on Saturday, you like it rough.”
He couldn’t be more right. I nod my head quickly and press my legs together.
“Good.” He slides the rest of my bra off in a rush but takes a moment to lift himself up and look at my breasts. He drags a finger over one of the puckered nipples, and I whimper, arching my back, silently pleading for more. He slaps my tit in return, and I gasp.
“Patience, Kamila.” He drags his fingers back around my nipples and pinches them lightly, eliciting another moan from me.
He teases me for a while until I start shaking underneath him. I have a suspicion that he’s waiting for me to beg.
Cameron begins to bite and suck both, switching from left to right. I make all kinds of sounds, desperate for him to touch me anywhere else, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of asking.
“I said patience, Kamila.” Cameron’s deep voice startles me, and I look down where his mouth is hovering over my left breast, a brow raised. Shit. I must’ve been squirming more than I thought.
That same mouth goes back to where it was, but this time, he bites my nipple harder than before, and I let out a small yelp.
He sends me a devilish grin. “Too much?”
“Not enough,” I say, challenging him.
He takes the bait and whips his shirt off. Even though it’s not the first time I’ve seen him shirtless, this is the first time I take the time to appreciate the view. His torso is long and drool-worthy with a perfect tan and, of course, a six pack.His arms aren’t huge, yet still muscular and covered in tattoos I’m not familiar with.
“Like what you see?” he asks, steering my attention back to his face.
I feel a flash of frustration pass through me. I’m too horny for this shit. I sit up and try to unzip his pants. In the blink of an eye, he pushes me back down and pins my arms above my head.
“You really don’t know the meaning of the wordpatiencedo you? Don’t make me tie you up. Unless you like that kind of thing?” He breathes into my mouth. When I don’t respond, he pushes. “Well, do you like it, Kamila?”
“Yes.”
“You’ve done it before?”
I nod, and his eyes flash with what seems to be a mix of intrigue and frustration.
He lets out a deep breath. “There are so many things I want to do to you, you have no fucking idea.”
My breathing picks up. “Like what?” I can’t help my curiosity.
There’s a hint of amusement behind the lust in his voice. “I want to tie you up and tease you for hours until you’re dripping and begging for my cock.”
Fuck, I wish he would just touch me already. “Then do it.”
“So needy, aren’t you?” He laughs. “Not tonight.”
Well, that’s plain old mean.
“Why not?”
“Because tonight, I just want to fuck you.” He bites my nipple again.
“Holy shit!” I yell at the mixture of pain and pleasure.
“You get my dick like you did last time, no foreplay.”
That catches my attention. “Do you not like oral?”
Cameron grabs my jaw tightly. “I sucked your come off my fingers the last time we were together, so no, I don’tlikeoral. I fuckinglove it. My mouth is worth the wait.” I’m practically panting against his lips now. He has such a filthy mouth, and he knows how much it affects me.
He unbuttons my jeans quickly and slides them down mythighs, leaving me in my thong. He grinds a hand near my clit, and I whimper, wishing there was no fabric between us.
