She leaned down to kiss him, taking his mouth in a savage, possessive manner. “You didn’t hurt me, Cam,” she said against his lips. “I want all of you. It’s just been a long time.”
“Take it slow, Reggie darling. We’ve got all the time in the world,” he murmured.
He slid his fingers underneath her ass and lifted, then allowed her to slide back down. Each thrust was an agonizing brush over highly sensitized flesh. Tiny little sparks ignited as her pussy sucked and clutched at his cock.
She moved closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. The bristle on his jaw scraped over her chest as he nuzzled at her breast. His tongue swept over her nipple, sending shock waves down her spine.
His teeth grazed the puckered point, and then he sucked it hard between his lips.
She cried out and wrapped her hands in his hair, clutching him closer to her breast.
He moved her faster now, with more urgency. His fingers dug into her ass as he lifted and lowered. She moved with him, establishing a rhythm.
Her orgasm built. Tension. Beautiful, exquisite tension grew, blossoming and radiating outward in a steady stream.
Each thrust drew her tighter, closer to the inevitable explosion.
The slap of her ass meeting his thighs filled the room. Wet, sucking sounds mixed in as his cock drove deeper, sliding and driving. Friction. Unbearable friction. It was good. So good.
She closed her eyes, shutting them tightly as her face drew inward in agony. She couldn’t bear it. She was going to come apart.
“Oh God, Cam, I can’t. I can’t!”
“Yes, you can, Reggie darling. I’ve got you, love. You’re so beautiful. I wish you could see yourself in my arms, your head thrown back, your eyes shut so tight. That I can give you that kind of pleasure . . .”
“Cam!”
He tightened. She tightened. She grabbed his shoulders, desperate for something to hold on to. Out of control. She was coming apart at the seams. She flew in a dozen different directions.
She opened her eyes, but the room blurred around her.
He arched spasmodically into her, his hips jerking as he thrust. And then he moved one hand, sliding just his thumb between them, into her soft, damp folds.
His other hand cupped her ass, and his thumb brushed ever so softly over her clit.
Her pelvis rammed into his hand, trapping his fingers between them.
Her cry split the night.
She simply unraveled. Exploded. Burst into flames and then floated free.
She collapsed forward, but he was there to catch her. He held her tight as his hips spasmed with his release. Soft words were murmured lovingly against her ear as he stroked her hair.
Their chests heaved. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him to her. She lowered her head to his shoulder and nuzzled closer to him.
His hand stroked up her arm and over her shoulder. He swept aside the curls at her neck and her face and tucked them behind her ear.
Then he rotated, taking her with him, and laid her gently onto the couch. He slid out of her body in a warm rush. He bent to kiss her, lingering for just a moment as he toyed with her lips with his tongue.
“I’ll be right back,” he said softly. “Let me get a towel.”
She lay there waiting, her body still rippling with the aftereffects of her orgasm. He returned in a moment, his hand encased in the towel as he wiped his cock. He pulled it away then put the other end between her legs to carefully clean her.
He tossed aside the towel when he was finished, then sat down with his back to the arm of the couch and motioned for her. “Come here.”
As she crawled over him, he extended his legs down the sofa so that he could recline. He gathered her in his arms and positioned her head underneath his chin. When she was settled, he reached for the discarded blanket lying on the floor and pulled it over them both.
“That was incredible,” he whispered.
