I place a chaste kiss on her lips, then pull away again. “Then, as a reminder, you’re not in charge today. Let me pleasure you.”
She laughs at that.
I laugh too. “Okay, maybe I need to lay off the slow burn Regency romances.”
She leans up on her elbows. “Oh, I don’t know. I’m digging this side of you. Continue, gentle sir.”
I can’t stop smiling as I kiss along her neck, up to her ear. “I think when we’re done, you’re going to call me anything but gentle.”
She sucks in a breath. I nip her earlobe. She lets out a yip of excitement. I chuckle again.
I slowly kiss my way down her chest to her breasts, pushing them together. I can’t decide where to start first, so I move between the two, circling the tight peaks with my tongue, stroking over the curves.
Camellia tries to rub herself against my cock, but I place a hand over her lower belly, locking her in place. She whimpers, but I don’t relent on her breasts.
When she’s right at the edge, I move lower to kiss along her stomach and then to her clit. I haven’t even started to work my magic when she yells out my name.
“Aaron! For the love of God!”
I press her knees further apart, baring her pussy to me.
“Why are you stopping?” Camellia pants and pushes her hair out of her eyes.
“Taking in the sights I didn’t have time to appreciate before,” I tilt my head at her. “Glorious.”
“I have been told my pussy is the eighth wonder of the world,” Camellia nods at me.
I frown at this because someone else told her these things. It causes me to growl, like an animal, which only makes her laugh.
“Kidding.”
I drag my finger through her center, hold it up for her to see. “Mine. This pussy is mine. And I am not going to entertain the thought that anyone’s been here before.”
The smile leaves her face, her eyes darken with lust, and she waves toward her core. “Be my guest. Plunder my lady flame. Plant your flag!”
I roll my eyes. “Damn it, Camellia.”
“If you’re going to go allcavemanon me, then I reserve the right to make fun of it too,” Camellia shimmies a bit, trying to get my face closer to her clit.
I laugh again. I haven’t laughed this much during sex in, well, ever.
God, forever would never be long enough with this woman.
My breath stutters with the realization. I guess it shouldn’t surprise me. I’ve loved her since we were practically kids in the fire station. She was my best friend. The person who knew me better than myself. We fit together so perfectly. It’s only natural that it would lead to this.
“Are we doing this, or are you on a mental vacation?” Camellia breaks through my thoughts.
“Oh, we’re doing this,” I position myself at her entrance.
“Then, fuck me, Aaron.”
I pause. “And what did I tell you at the start of this?”
She bites her lip. “You’re in charge. So, take charge of me then.”
That does it. I’m nearly blind with the need to claim her, but I won’t slam into her like a goddamn frat boy. I slide my way in at an agonizingly slow pace.
“Sooooo, good,” she hisses.
