She's stunning. Her tits so full and soft with dark nipples already stiff, and I want my mouth on them so badly my teeth ache.
"God, Camille. Talk about offensive…" I cup her breasts in both hands, running my thumbs across her nipples, and the sound she makes—this low, shuddering moan—goes straight to my raging cock.
I dip my head and press my lips to the curve of one breast, kissing across the soft skin until I reach the peak. I take her nipple into my mouth and suck gently, swirling my tongue, and her hands grab my head.
"Ohhhh—" Her back arches, as she presses herself deeper into my mouth. "That feels insanely good."
I switch to the other side, giving it the same attention. I'm nothing if not thorough. I lick and tease and graze her with my teeth until she's squirming, her breathing ragged.
"You're trembling," I murmur against her skin.
"You’re killing me…"
I grin and kiss my way down her stomach, while my fingers slide into the waistband of those lace panties. I pull them down slowly, as she lifts her hips, pressing a kiss to each hip bone.
Now she's completely bare in front of me and I take a moment to soak her in…the athletic legs, the full hips, the curves that make my hands itch. and that sweet pussy is glistening and swollen just for me. She's breathtaking, and I can see in her eyes that she's not used to being gazed at like this.
I lay her back on the bed and settle beside her, propping myself on one elbow. I let my free hand wander—stroking down her side, over her hip, across her inner thigh. She parts her legs for me, just slightly, and I trace my fingers higher, along the crease where her thigh meets her center.
"Chevy…" Her voice is strained. She begging without saying the words.
I brush my fingers over her pussy, softly, just enough to feel how slick and velvety she is…and she gasps, her hips lifting to meet my hand.
"So wet," I murmur, stroking through her folds with the lightest pressure, spreading that slickness, touching her clit in teasing circles.
I want her desperate. I want her mindless. I want her so wound up that when I finally give her what she wants, it ruins us both.
"You're so evil," she pants, grabbing my wrist.
"I believe the word you're looking for ismeticulous.”
I slide a finger inside her and she moans, clenching around me. I curl, until I find her g-spot, and her whole body jolts. I pump slowly, my thumb brushing her clit, watching her face—the way her lips part, the way her eyes go heavy, the way her chest rises and falls faster and faster.
"Chevy," she breathes, and her hand comes up to cup my face, pulling me down to hers. She kisses me, so deeply and then says against my lips, urgent and certain: "I need you."
"I'm right here."
"I mean I need your cock. Inside me."
The urgency in her voice fires through me like a shot. I stand up long enough to shove my jeans and boxers down in one graceless motion, kicking them off the side of the bed.
Camille props herself up on her elbows and looks down at me, and her eyebrows shoot up.
"Oh," she says. Then, softer: "Oh."
"Is that a good 'oh' or a concerned 'oh'?"
"That's an 'I understand why you walk around with so much confidence' oh." She wraps her hand around my cock and strokes once, her silky hand making my entire body shudder. Her thumb slides over the tip, spreading the wetness there, and she bites her bottom lip, studying me with open appreciation. "Seriously. You should’ve warned me.”
I choke out a laugh, even as my hips thrust into her grip. "What should I have said?”
“My cock may cause deep spiritual awakening." She grins up at me, still stroking, and I'm dying. Actually dying.
"You're going to give me an ego the size of one of Aiden’s biceps."
“With this beast, you’re entitled to the ego."
I lean down and kiss the smirk right off her mouth, easing her hand away before she finishes me off ahead of schedule.
