When he released her wrists, her fingers instantly tunneled into his hair. Her nails bit into his scalp as he plumped her opposite breast high, flicking the hardened peak with his thumb. He could feel that she touched the cut on his scalp, but there was no pain.
There was only the flavor of her on his tongue. The pleasure of her sultry sex as she continued to ride him. The erotic sound of her crying out, “Oh, my god!”
He felt it then. The rush of wetness between her legs. It soaked through both sets of their clothes and perfumed the air with the sweet, salty scent of a woman in need.
For a moment, he thought maybe she’d cum. But the frantic movements of her hips told him she’d only gotten a step closer.
He’d planned to map out every inch of her body with his hands and mouth. Use every second of every minute of the storm to torment and tease her from head to toe. But suddenly, all he could think about tasting and tormenting and teasing was the part of her that was so hot and wet and needy.
With a snap of his fingers, her bra was gone. A second later, he’d flipped her onto her back and tugged off Rudolph and his strategically placed red nose.
He took a brief moment to appreciate how fantastically sexy Cami was lying there in nothing but demure white panties, her black hair fanned out on the coverlet behind her head. Then he hooked a finger into the waistband of her panties, and with a quick pull, those were gone too.
“Fuck me,” he swore, feeling the muscle in his jaw tighten as his eyes landed on the black triangle of hair that covered the top of her mons.
He liked that she’d kept some of her pubic hair. So many women chose to go completely bare. And while he’d never dream of telling a woman what to do with her own body, he’d always preferred his sexual partners to look likewomeninstead of hairless girls.
Cami was woman personified.
Inch upon inch of smooth, lightly tanned skin. Long, silky legs. Round breasts sitting heavily upon her narrow ribcage. Tucked-in waist that flared to dramatically curvy hips. And the most adorable oval belly button he planned to lick until she squirmed.
“Dalton?” She was shocked by the sudden change in him when he hopped off the mattress to tower over her with a predatory gleam in his eye.
He didn’t give her time to question, time to object, before he grabbed her behind her knees and dragged her to the edge of the bed.
“Dalton?” she asked again, sounding a little uncertain. But then understanding lit in her eyes when he fell to his knees.
“Lie back, sweetheart.” He draped her legs over his shoulders. “I plan to be here a while.”
The sound that came from the back of her throat then was half groan and half chuckle. Of course, when he pressed his lips into her delicate folds, instantly finding her swollen clit and flicking it with his tongue, it turned into a whole groan.
The smell of her filled his nose, tangy and sweet. The feel of her soft, wet flesh went to his head, making him dizzy. But thetasteof her? So salty and delicious? Oh,thatbypassed his brain and went straight to his dick.
When he softly flicked the swollen bundle of nerves at the top of her sex from side-to-side, she sighed. When he ran his tongue up and down across the hard little nub, he saw her lower belly quiver.But as soon as he slipped a finger into her tight, wet sheath, he knew he’d found the combination that would send her over the edge because she whimpered and her hips bucked up in rhythm to the swipe of his tongue.
He kept up the combo, never breaking stride or pressure because when she said, “Don’t stop! Oh my god, Dalton, don’t stop!” he took her at her word.
And then her inner walls began to clamp down on his pumping finger.
The thought of howamazingthose same silky walls would feel rippling along the length of his dick had him reaching down with his free hand to grip his raging cock. He gave it a squeeze through the fabric of his shorts, just to ease some of the ache. And then he reached further to tug at his balls because they’d pulled up tight against his body.
“More,” she begged, her head thrashing against the mattress, and he didn’t hesitate to shove a second finger in beside the first.
He loved the feel of her stretching to accommodate his intrusion. When he added a come-hither motion at the end of each forward stroke, she cried out and he opened his eyes so he could watch his woman climb the steep slope toward orgasm. Watch her tug at her own nipples in mindless need. Watch her arch beneath his mouth as she reached the ultimate summit.
With the delicious smell of her all around him, with the feel of her inner walls clamping so tight around his fingers that his knuckles ground together, with the sound of her keening voice crying out his name, he pushed her over the edge.
It was only then that he realized what he’d done.
In the silence of his mind, and without a single drop of guilt, he’d thought of her ashis woman.
Hiswoman.
Fuuuccckkk.
Chapter 21
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