I add another finger as I swirl my tongue around her clit. I need to make her come first. Once inside her wet heat, I’m not sure how long I’ll last.
She shudders beneath me, squirming against my hand. I place my palm on her stomach to keep her in place as I continue to summon her orgasm. My fingers flex inside her, feeling the spot that has her arching her back and crying out. Her thighs vibrate around my head, muffling my ears to the sounds of her moans as she gushes onto my fingers, her walls pulsing around my digits.
“Gray. Stop.” She pants out the words. “Too. Much. I can’t take any more.”
“I’ll decide when you’ve had enough.” I lift my head, gazing at her flushed cheeks with a dopey smile on my face and hooded eyes. I’m love drunk on her ambrosia, like a teenage boy finally living out his fantasy with the girl of his dreams.
Climbing up her body, she curls her fingers around my neck and pulls me to her mouth. Her nails claw at my back and her legs wrap around me, drawing me into her. I reach down to check the condom’s still secure before rubbing from her clit to her entrance and pushing inside. With one thrust, I seat myself fully inside her, causing another gasp and moan from her lips.
The pain shooting from my knee is the only thing keeping me grounded right now. If not for the pain bringing me back to earth, I would have exploded already. She feels so good. Just like I knew she would. Just as I dreamed. I pull out and push back in again.
Her hand holds my face, my scruff scratching at her palm. “Gray, are you all right?”
“Never better, flower.” I kiss her thumb hovering near my lips to reassure her how much I want this. I need this.
“Your face. It’s like you’re in pain. Is it your knee?”
“I’m good.” I thrust in again, the pleasure outdoing the pain every time. Knee be damned, I’m not ruining this moment. How can I tell her the pain etched on my face is me trying not to come? I need to fucking last, damn it.
She places her hands on my chest. “You’re not good. You’re doing your best not to kneel on your knee.”
“Doesn’t matter. Just relax.”
“Let me get on top.”
Now it’s my turn to suck in a breath. As much as I want to fuck her, the thought of her on top with her tits in my face makes my dick twitch, nodding in agreement. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Being the boss of me. No fucking way am I letting you on top. I’m the one in charge here.”
“You can think you’re in charge all you like, but I’m the one that has the final say and you know it.” She pushes against me. “Sit against the headboard.”
I scooch up the bed, doing as she says, the pain easing from my joint the minute I take my weight off it. I relax against a cushion as she massages my thigh and presses her lips to the scar on my knee.
“Relax, Gray, let me take care of you for once. You don’t have to be in charge all the time. We’re a team. Fifty-fifty.”
The urge to roll her over and swat her backside to let her know I’m in charge is all too tempting, but the feel of her lips working up my thigh is all too consuming. I rest my head against the headboard, watching the woman of my dreams devour my body. She avoids the ink on my chest and licks up the other side as if the flowers surrounding the lion are poisonous.
Her face nuzzles into my neck as she straddles me. My dick stiff as a board, seeking her heat. She rolls her hips, coating me in her slickness before I slip back inside her. My eyelids flutter closed at the sensation of her enveloping me from head to base.
I open my eyes as her lips brush against mine, her fingertips scratching at the scruff on my jaw.
“See, it’s not so bad being on the bottom, is it?” She smirks as she rolls her hips again.
I thrust into her. “I may be on the bottom, but I’m still in control here.” Though with her tits pressed against me, my control is dwindling fast.
She kisses me again, moaning into my mouth, and I suck on her bottom lip that’s been teasing me for weeks. Taunting me with every bite. My fingers dig into her generous hips, and I take over her movements, syncing them with my own punishing thrusts.
Her tits jump in my face with each bounce. I’ve died and gone to heaven. Fuck, this is bad. With no pain from kneeling, there’s nothing holding my pleasure at bay, and my balls draw tighter.
“Come for me, Cam. I need you to come on my dick.”
She holds onto the headboard, her movements getting faster. “Not yet. I don’t want this to be over.”
Fuck. I can’t last. A hiss blows through my clenched teeth, my body tense, every ounce of strength holding back the spout that’s about to blow. Licking the pad of my thumb, I try to bring out another orgasm and move my hand between us, circling her little bundle of nerves.
She whimpers, her hips rocking into my hand to rub against my pad. Her thighs shake. “Grayson. Oh, my gosh. Gray.” She tightens around me, her walls clamping down on my dick, and I let out my own release. Every broken dream crashes over me in waves, shaping a new image of our future with each surge of the tide. The image is us. Together.
Cam collapses against me, catching her breath as her head rests in the crook of my neck.
I twirl a lock of her silky blonde hair around my finger and kiss the side of her face. “You good?”
