Focus, Kate.
I look into his eyes as he braces on his forearms, watching my face like every change is something to catalog, changing pace when I roll my hips higher, grinding when I pull him closer. It’s nothing like the frantic, half-dressed fantasy we could’ve had in that hallway. This is tender in ways that it probably shouldn’t be.
“Harder,” I say, and his hips snap, driving into me. My legs tighten around his waist, hands in his hair, mouth at his jaw, tasting salt and wanting all of it. He drops a hand and places his thumb against my clit, moving in soft slow circles, and the third orgasm hits so sharp I bite his shoulder to simply stay on the planet.
“Fuck yes, Kate, mark me.”
Holy fucking hell, this man says the sexiest things I’ve ever heard in my life.
“Cam, you have a filthy mouth.” My words are muffled as I kiss where my teeth are imprinted in his skin.
“I have a feeling you like it.”
I drop back down to the mattress as he continues with slow strokes. “More than I should.”
He wraps one arm around me and rolls. As I settle on top of him, I place a hand on his chest, adjusting to the change in stretch.
“You need to give me one more, Kate. Can you be a good girl and give it to me?” I nod, hips already rocking. He reaches up, cupping my breasts, thumbs sweeping over my nipples. “Use me, Kate, show me how you can get yourself off on my cock.”
I begin to move, and God, it hits me how much I needed this. A night to feel sexy, to be adored, to participate in an orgasm challenge. My body already feels lighter. I close my eyes and lose myself in the feeling of him. His cock deep, his hands everywhere.
“Open your eyes, I want your eyes.” I open them and he fucking smiles as he tucks my hair behind my ears. “So pretty.”
I feel the heat rise in my skin as I move up and down. Each rise and fall of my hips drives him deeper. His eyes stay locked on mine as I lean back, hands on his thighs and I fuck him, use him.
I swear his cock is going to be the death of me. I feel him tilt his hips underneath me and it’s like my G-spot started singing the hallelujah chorus.
“Oh my God, Cam. Right there, right fucking there.”
“Yes, Kate, fuck my cock. Come for me. Please fucking come for me.”
Our bodies are erratic, chasing the peak that’s in sight. I slam down harder as he grabs my thighs, his brow creasing. I want to see him come. I think the sight of him coming will make me come.
“This pussy is so good, fuck you’re going to make me come.”
“I’m almost there.”
He grabs my hips and thrusts up into me, and I cry out as the orgasm rips through me like a wildfire.
“Fuck Kate, holy fucking shit.” His head tilts back as I feel him pulsing inside me, hips stuttering, body shaking.
I drop down to his chest, both of us breathing hard. His heart is beating out of his chest. His arm wraps around me, holding me against him.
We breathe together in the quiet that follows, the room settling around us. My heartbeat calms in increments, awareness slipping back in—the faint click of the ceiling fan, the way his hand still cradles my thigh, the warmth spreading from everywhere we’re touching.
Finally, his voice cuts through the silence. “Got you to four.”
I laugh, my body shaking, and I feel him slip from me. I roll off and settle into the mattress. “You did, Wells. Gold star.”
He blows out a breath. “Stay there, I’ll be right back.”
He walks to the bathroom and I watch him go. My eyes taking in the view of the ass that fills out his baseball pants so well.
He returns after a couple minutes, climbing in and pulling me to him.
“We shouldn’t cuddle, Cam.”
“Just for one minute, okay?”
