It brings me out of my daze, and I reach up and undo my bra, letting it drop to the floor.
“Perfect,” he says. “I’ve always thought everything about your body is perfect, you know. Your ass, those legs,” he groans, “and your tits. What I said when we were teenagers was so far from what I thought. When I saw you in a bikini that same summer, I felt so guilty about the way I wanted you.”
“Really?”
“Many times in my life, it’s felt like your body was put in this universe just to drive me mad. Like the untouchable fruit, within sight, but out of my grasp at all times.”
He steps closer and puts his hands on my breasts. My nipples are hard little points, and he bends down and takes them in his mouth, making me forget any insecurity I ever had about being in the itty bitty titty club. His hand is so big that when he rests it on my hip, it covers part of my stomach and back. He bends to his knees, and the sight of him down there threatens to undo me. His free hand slides my panties down my legs. He presses a kiss at my center, and then does a slow lick up my slit.
“Camden,” I whisper. “I want you.”
“You’ve got me,” he says, flicking his tongue over my clit.
“I want you inside me.”
In the next moment, he’s on his feet. He puts his hand on my chest, and I step backward as he moves forward. His eyes are gleaming with promise, and the anticipation is more than I can take. When the backs of my legs hit the bed, I climb on and stay on my knees. He gets on, facing me, and when our bodies line up, skin to skin, it’s like electricity sparking.
We kiss…and kiss and kiss…and our hands are feral and greedy. He lifts me like I weigh nothing and lays me back. I reach out and wrap my fist around his cock, squeezing him.
His eyes close and his mouth parts, and when his eyes open again, they’re glazed over.
“I have condoms,” I say. “From Erin,” I add.
His eyebrows lift slightly.
“She gives them to me often, trying to nudge me in the direction of sex.”
He laughs. “Thanks, Erin.”
“And I’m also on the pill.” I lift my shoulder. “And all clear.”
“Me too. Condoms and all clear.” His brows furrow. “Are you saying you want to––”
“I’m saying I’m good with it, if you are.”
“I’m good with it,” he says, eyes wide. “I’ve never…”
“Me either,” I rush.
I pull his face down and kiss him, too impatient to wait any longer.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
STEALTH MODE
CAMDEN
I don’t want to even blink, in case I miss a second of this. Juju, lying back, staring up at me with those intoxicating eyes and mouth, her perfect body stretched out in front of me, saying words I never dreamed she’d say and then kissing me like she can’t get enough. I have to slow down or this will be over before we’ve even started.
But she’s tired of waiting, and fuck it, so am I.
When her hands wrap around my dick again, I can’t prolong it anymore. I wrap my hand around hers.
“Show me where you want me,” I tell her.
Her breath hitches, and she brings me to her slick core. She’s wet and warm and feels so fucking good. When she swirls my tip around her clit, I get impossibly harder.
“Mmm,” I moan.
