“Trust me.”
She nods and lowers another inch.
Her honey scent is intoxicating. I stroke a finger through her folds, teasing her clit until she shivers.
Then I wrap my arm around her hips, draw her close, and swipe my tongue through her folds.
Jesus. I swear my eyes roll back in my head. She’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. I lick her again, drawing every drop from her body. Spearing my tongue into her depths, teasing the point around her clit, sucking the little bundle until she’s twisting with need. Only then do I press my finger back inside her and suck her clit hard.
Camille cries my name as she breaks, coating my lips and beard with her honey.
It’s the most beautiful, delicious thing I’ve ever seen.
And it’s not fucking enough.
I lift her enough to slide back up, nuzzling her stomach, breasts, and neck along the way. “You’re gonna have to ride me, princess.”
The icy blue of her eyes has melted into blue of endless skies. I could look into them forever.
She trembles over me, still gripping the headboard, but when her heat rests against my tip, she stops.
“Bronco.” She chews her bottom lip and traces one of my tattoos.
I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, waiting. If she needs more time, I’ll give it to her. Even if it kills me.
Her hand tracks down my chest, petting the soft hair. She shifts, looking nervous.
“We can take it slower. I’m happy to just hold you,” I tell her, meaning every word.
“It’s not that. I want to. With you. But… I’ve never… done this.” She swallows and rushes on. “My parents insisted that I wait until I got married.”
My chest locks. “You and Frost never?—”
“No. Thank God. I just wanted you to know. Before we went further.”
“Hey, come here.” I wrap my arms around her and draw her down to my chest. “I meant it. We don’t have to do this now.”
If she wants to wait, I’ll wait. Whether that’s until tomorrow or when we get married. Either way, this woman is mine. I just don’t have the ring to show her. Gonna have to remedy that as soon as I’m cleared by the doctors.
Maybe I should move that appointment up to tomorrow afternoon…
Camille cups my cheek. “I don’t want to wait. That was their plan, not mine.”
“You sure?” It’s her choice. It always will be.
She reaches between our bodies and wraps her hand around my cock.
My hips flex, and a moan rips from me. “Feels… feels good.” Understatement. Nothing has ever felt better. But I don’t have the vocabulary for that.
I wrap my hand around hers, showing her how I like to be touched.
She pumps her hand, then slowly raises up to her knees. “Like this?” Camille notches the head at her entrance, flooding me with sensation.
I grit my teeth and try to hold on. “Yes. Go slow.” For both our sakes.
She pushes down, and the head pops in. Little by little she sinks down until I reach her barrier.
I grip her hips, rocking back an inch, then press deeper. Again and again, until her nails bite into my skin and she’s on the edge. Then I thrust hard, pulling her body down, and seat all the way home. “Camille,” I breathe against her. Trying to remember this moment.
