“Impressed?’
“Yes, actually.” I giggle drunkenly, and he tightens his hold on me, keeping my legs spread wide, his hands clamped on my waist, putting me on full display.
He kisses the very center of me tenderly, as he’d kiss my lips. Then he shocks me. “I don’t do this often, so I need all the points I can get.”
I lift my head to meet his eyes over the length of my bare torso. “What do you mean, you don’t do this often?”
“I can’t remember the last time I went down on a woman.”
I let my jaw hang open in surprise, and he pulls me down the bed an inch, making himself comfortable on the floor as he explains, “Sex has been transactional for me, and I was almost always on the receiving end. I didn’t have to do it. I didn’t want to, but…” His gaze drifts down to the most intimate part of me, and he inhales deeply. “If it’s okay with you, I’m going to stay right here for a while.”
“Yeah.” I’m like a bobblehead. “S’okay with me.”
“Good,” he whispers against my clit, and I reflexively jump a little. He makes a sound of interest and then does it again. And again. Alternating between blowing a stream of air and licking it, learning how to make me moan and tense and dig my fingers into his hair. He does indeed stay there for a long time, simply playing. He finds out what I like, whathelikes, and how to make me cry out. I laugh when he bites at my inner thigh and then lifts my hips for a better angle. He flicks his tongue, and I hiss. Suctions hard, and I jolt. He hums against me, and I feel it everywhere. Even in my toes.
When he’s finally done exploring and learning, I’m practically liquid. Only then does he toss my legs over his shoulders and focus solely on my clit. He sucks on it, humming once again. Telling me without his words that he knows I’m about to orgasm, letting me know that when I fall, he’ll be right there, waiting.
“Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.”
I’m not sure why I find the soft yet demanding sound so hot, and I come with nonsense words rolling off my tongue, spine arching off the bed. When I finally settle with a punch-drunk grin on my face, Camden leans up, his mouth shining wet. “Yeah, fucking love that.”
“I fucking love you.”
CHAPTER 24
CAMDEN
“Youwhat?”I fly up the bed, holding myself over Nadine, hands on either side of her head on the mattress. A lopsided smile graces her face, her eyes heavy lidded. She’s never been more beautiful, even if she’s out of it.
She blinks, dazed. “Hm?”
“What did you just say?”
“When?”
“Now.” I sigh, dropping my chin toward my chest. “I said I fucking loved doing that, and you said…?”
She strokes her hands over the back of my head, urging me to lift it, and when I do, I find her a little more clear-eyed, but confused, her brows furrowed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I skate my tongue over my lips in frustration because Iknowwhat I heard, but her flavor is distracting, and I lower myself, leaving openmouthed kisses along her collarbone. I curve my hand around the outside of her breast, brushing my thumbs over her light brown nipples. “I heard you say something,” I tell her, then scrape my teeth over her skin, peppering kisses along the insides of her breasts. She has a red birthmark over one of hertop ribs on the left side, and I kiss that too. “I want to hear it again. Make sure I didn’t imagine it.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she repeats, her back bowing, voice airy. “Really, I—ooh, Cam, please.”
I shake my head, nuzzling into her thigh, even as I continue to lazily ease my fingers in and out of her. “No, we need to talk.”
“I can’t. Not when you’re—oh fuck, please.Please.”
We do need to talk, but when she tunnels her fingers into my hair and nudges my head, positioning it where she wants it, over her clit, who am I to deny her? Especially after she said she loves me.
“One more,” I concede, crooking my fingers so she inhales sharply, muscles contracting. “But then I want to hear it.”
“Okay, okay, okay.” She wraps her right leg around my head, and I chuckle against her pussy. Which only makes her whimper.
I didn’t know eating a girl out could be so fun, but I really do love it. I want to hear all her sounds, see how many times I can make her beg and scratch her fingernails over my scalp. I especially enjoy how she coils tight, contorting into funny shapes, like she cannot physically stand the pleasure. Her little body can’t take it all.
But she does.
And she will.
