Cameron chuckles low, his cock twitching beneath the thick fabric of his pants.
This time I successfully swallow the groan working its way up my throat. He may not be tattooed down there, but he’s certainly well-endowed.
He rests his big hands on my hips, holding me in place—not moving higher or lower, justthere. Before I can second-guess this probably idiotic, definitely stupid plan, he hovers closer and licks a path from the crook of my neck to just below my ear.
A zap of electricity courses through me, and I gasp, instinctively bringing my hands to his shoulders to steady myself.
Talk about zero to one hundred.
“You good?” he asks against my skin, breath warm.
“Yeah,” I answer, my voice reedy.
He does it again, this time adding the scrape of teeth, and slips a hand under my shirt, his callused fingers drawing slow circles against my hip bone. The simple touch shouldn’t feel as good as it does, yet it sends tendrils of need through me.
“Move your hips,” he murmurs, his deep timbre uncharacteristically soft.
Tentatively, I roll my hips, and the friction sends sparks racing up my spine.
“That feel good?” he asks, his voice strained.
“Mm-hmm.” I let out a breathy moan and do it again. “Very good.”
“Then keep going.”
His grip on my hips tightens as he guides me into a rhythm, showing me the pace but not forcing it.
With each rocking of my pelvis, I move with more confidence, the rhythm building naturally, and in a matter of seconds, I’m practically purring like a cat.
Head lowered, he focuses on where our bodies meet, and a low groan emanates from his throat. “Fuck, you look sexy like this, sweetheart.”
The compliment causes that warmth building inside me to burn. I was only half kidding about my praise kink. I grind down harder, whimpering. Cameron inches his calloused palm up my waist, his fingers brushing against my breast, and I arch into the touch.
“No bra?” he asks with a throaty chuckle.
“Fuck the patriarchy.” I drop my head back and moan. Eyes closed, I lose myself in the feel of him under me and the warmth spiraling in my belly. “More.”
He cups my breast, then pinches my nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. The combined stimulation drives me to move my hips faster, gripping the sturdy angles of his shoulders for leverage. I study his bicep, watching the muscles flex as he presses me harder against his leg.
“That’s right, sunshine.” He looks at me through half-lidded forest green eyes. “You look so pretty using me to get yourself off.”
With his other hand, he pulls my shirt up, and then his mouth is on my nipple, his lips closing around it.
I gasp, my rhythm faltering.
“Don’t stop moving,” he commands against my skin. “Keep going.”
Like he’s put me under a spell, I don’t even feel the urge to argue before I pick up my pace.
With a groan, he sucks on my nipple again, his tongue swirling against the sensitive tip. The vibration rumbling through him adds another layer of sensation.
My toes curl as I get closer to the orgasm building deep in my core.
“Cameron,” I whimper, not even sure what I’m asking for.
“I know, sweetheart.” His voice is soothing, coaxing. “Come for me.”
It builds up and up and up, the waves cresting as my thighs clench around his. Back arching, I throw my head back, a broken cry escaping my lips.
