“Yes, please,” she whispers.
“I’ll keep you warm,” I tell her as I duck under the covers.
As I make my way down her body, I stop to lift her sweater and kiss her breast over her bra. When I lower the lace and flick her nipple with my tongue, she hums.
“I wish I could get a better look at you. It’s too dark, but you feel so good,” I say against her chest. I go to the other side to play with that peak, and her hips arch against me. “Do you want me to hurry up?” I tease.
“Yes!” she says, squirming against me.
“So impatient.”
I move down, lifting her sweater again to kiss the skin above her jeans. And then I slowly unbutton her jeans and lower the zipper and tug them down along with the soft material covering her up. I really do wish it was easier to see her down here because I am dying to see what every inch of Juliana Fair looks like.
First, I slide my nose along her slit and inhale. “I can’t wait,” I tell her. “You don’t know how long I’ve dreamed of doing this. When we’re someplace warm again, I want you to rub this pretty pussy all over me.”
“I don’t know how you keep managing to surprise me, but you do,” she moans. “I had no idea you were gonna be a dirty talker.”
“I haven’t really been before,” I say. “But you’re the one I’ve been dreaming of for a lifetime, so I wanna say it all. And I want to do it all. If you’ll let me.”
She lifts the blanket up so I can breathe, and I inhale, moving my head up slightly to try to look up at her. She makes me laugh when she tugs my head back down.
I press a kiss on her clit and slide my tongue over her, groaning when I get my first taste. Even better than I imagined.
I stay there for a while, taking my time, working her up and then not letting her fully get there. And then I start over, slowing things down and building, building, building, until she’swhimpering. When I use my fingers and open her wider, diving my tongue in deeper, she rocks against my tongue, and one more time I take her close to the edge and then back off, starting a slow build all over again.
She’s shaking with need.
Her scent and taste areintoxicating.
I’m hard as a rock, getting off on this without her laying a finger on me. I’m exactly where I want to be. I slide my finger inside her, while I pay attention to that little bud that’s a hard peak now. When I put two fingers inside, she starts fluttering against me, crying out, and I have mercy on her this time and let her come.
The sounds she makes…good God. They’re the sweetest, sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard. My fingers are soaked, her wetness sliding down my arm. I try to follow her body’s cues of when to let up and slowly pull my fingers out, dipping my tongue back inside her gently and moving my thumb to just slightly press onto her clit.
“Oh my God, Camden!” Her hips come off the bed, and she comes even harder this time.
It’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me—making her fall apart like this.
When she lets out a shuddering exhale, her hands falling from the grip she’s had on my hair, I emerge from the covers and take a deep breath. She giggles.
“You were under that blanket for a long time,” she says.
“Worth every second.” I hover over her, pushing her hair out of her eyes, and then I kiss her, slow and deep, wanting her to experience how good she tastes.
“I want to make you feel good too,” she says against my mouth.
“I can’t even express how good I am right now,” I tell her. My dick raises its head in defiance, but I’m trying really hardto ignore the pulsing need I feel for her right now. She’s finally warm and sated, and when it comes to the happiness factor, so am I. “We’ve got time, Juju. I plan to spend many more nights doing that and so much more.”
We kiss again, and I move off of her. The room has heated up––either that or we’ve warmed each other up––but it’s still not exactly warm in here. She cuddles up to my chest, and eventually we shed one of the blankets. The windows are fogged up.
“You’re really great at that,” she says sleepily. “Crazy finger and tongue coordination.”
We laugh at that, and she goes quiet afterward.
“Sweet dreams, beautiful,” I murmur against her hair.
“I’m not sleepy,” she says.
“Such an adorable little liar.”
