Our lips collide, and our bodies don’t take long to do the same. The bed complains, but we barely pause, adjusting to find a way to keep quiet. He kisses his way down my body and settles between my legs. He spreads me with his thumbs, and when his tongue makes the first contact with my skin, I arch into him, desperate for more. He doesn’t make me wait. His mouth is hungry, and he sucks me and explores me with his tongue. He’s relentless. My legs start trembling, and when I start to whimper, I cover my face with a pillow. I’m so close, and when his finger dips inside slowly and then deeper, his lips suctioning over my clit, I’m a goner. I hold on to his hair, gripping it tight as I ride it out. When my hands drop and I go limp, he lifts his head, his lips shiny in the dark. He crawls up my body and pauses at my breasts, licking his way around my nipple. His cock is a velvetyrock against my thigh, and everything in me awakens all over again.
“You taste so good,” he says. “I promised I would be quick.” He grins against my skin as he kisses my other nipple. “Sweet dreams, beautiful. I will see you tomorrow.”
“Come here,” I say, tugging on his hair.
He looks up, and I lean up to kiss him. He shifts until his body is lined up to mine.
“Do you want more?” he asks, his voice playful.
“So much more.”
Our lips meet, and he slips just barely inside me. I gasp and he’s out again. His skin is heated, warming me up, and even though I’ve just come so hard that I should be wrung out, I ache for him. Our lips part, and when I open my eyes and look at him, he’s staring back at me. He teases me by dipping inside and out again, and each time I try to hold on to him a little longer. The sound he makes deep in his chest has me clutching him even tighter, and he kisses me, swallowing my moan when he goes a little deeper. I get tunnel vision, everything around me narrowing to the rhythm we begin to make. He whispers my name against my lips and then looks down.
“I love watching you take me.” He slides out and glides over my clit, so intentional and so restrained that the only sign of how it’s affecting him is the slight hitch in his breath.
I don’t know how he’s not losing it right now.
“You feel so good, Camden,” I whimper.
It feels like we’re an extension of each other. Like we’re in sync in every possible way.
I see some of his restraint falter when he slides out this time.
“I love how wet you are all over me.” Sweat glistens on his forehead, and the muscles in his back twitch against my hands, but he doesn’t stop teasing me with those slow strokes.
I want to beg him for more, and yet it feels so good, this gradual climb to devastation.
His eyes close and he squeezes them tight, cursing under his breath. He pulls out all the way, and I whimper. He’s so hard against me, and when his eyes open, he looks drugged.
“I don’t want this to end,” he says. “But I––”
“Please, Camden,” I say.
His eyes are wild, and when he thrusts into me all the way, my mouth parts in a silent scream. The spasms that take over are so strong that his head drops, and he surrenders. He drives into me, finally giving me everything, exactly what I want, and the pleasure that shoots through me is indescribable. His fall is just as intense, both of us holding on for dear life as we touch the stars.
I think I might black out for a second.
When I start to come back to earth, he brushes my hair away from my face.
“You okay?” he asks.
“More than that,” I whisper. “I’m perfect.”
“Yes, you are.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
OBVIOUSLY
CAMDEN
Dad
It’s quiet up in here. What’s everyone doing?
Dylan
I don’t want to be awake yet. Oh, hey, I booked my ticket for two weeks from now, so get ready for the fun to begin.
