“What else do you want?” A tremor ran through his body as she spoke.
“Suck me hard, Jackson,” he said through clenched teeth. “I want to giveyou a mouthful.”
She smiled. This was what she wanted. To make him unravel before her, from the power of her touch. God, this was hot. Her own body was on fire as she leaned forward and put her lips around him. He moaned, and she took him deeper. Playing with different techniques, she drew out and in.
His hands wove into her hair, tugging at her fastener, and her waves tumbled down herback. He grabbed on and guided her in and out, setting the pace. His breaths were short and harsh. His hips lifted off the edge of the sofa as he began to thrust into the back of her mouth. Deeper. She gagged, and he froze.
“Shit,” he snarled. “Sorry, sweetheart.”
She pulled back and looked at him. “I don’t want you to be gentle,” she whispered. “I want exactly what you’re giving me. Iwant you to lose control.”
Her own voice was breathy and full of need. His grip on her hair tightened, and she took him back into her mouth. She reached between her own legs and teased herself. Whoa. She was getting close, too. She sucked hard, and with a groan he took over. Having him in her mouth was perversely erotic. She angled his erection down her throat until he lost his rhythm. Heflexed hard and came with a loud growl. Jackson’s body was alive with raw, crude pleasure as he panted and shuddered above her.
He unclenched her hair and bent over her, muttering curses. She released him, and he smoothed her hair down her back in soft, almost reverent strokes. He kissed the top of her head, then tucked himself in and held out a hand to help her up.
Jackson’s knees ached,and she was a little dizzy from the whole experience.
“I think I should sit down,” she said.
He rubbed his eyes and nodded. He still hadn’t said anything, and she wasn’t sure what she wanted to say, either.
Jackson picked up her blouse and walked to the other side of the dark sofa. She sank into the soft pillows and took a couple long breaths. What now? Did she just grab her bag andleave?
Cameron rustled behind her. His arms wrapped around her from the back of the sofa, and he bent down so his breath was in her ear.
“That was so good,” he said, his voice rough.
She nodded.
“Unbelievably good.”
Jackson smiled. “For me, too.” She turned to look at him, and the corners of his mouth kicked up.
He let go of her, and cool air brushed over her skin. He camearound the sofa and knelt down in front of her, resting his hands on her thighs.
“We’re not done here,” he said.
Why wasn’t this a good idea? She could barely remember at this point. Besides, this might be her last chance with Cameron. She swallowed and whispered, “Okay.”
“Okay?” Cameron laughed. “You’re going to have to do better than that, sweetheart.”
He angled a pillow on thearm of the sofa and nodded for her to turn and lean back on it. He guided one of her legs up to rest on the back of the couch and scooted her skirt up over her hips.
“Now, let’s try that again,” he said, climbing onto the couch between her open legs. He rested back on his heels and smiled. “Do you want me to get you off?” There was dark heat in his eyes, and he put a hand down his boxers andadjusted himself.
She could ask for anything she wanted right now, and he would do it. Should she ask for something that guaranteed pleasure, or was this the once-in-a-lifetime chance to try something that she never thought she would. His question from the night before came back to her.Have you ever played here?If anyone could do that right, it was certainly Cameron Blackmore. Her pulsethumped in her throat.
No. Some things were probably better left to the imagination.
Jackson licked her lips as she made her decision. “I want you to get me off with your mouth,” she said.
Cameron smiled with a look of smug satisfaction. “You can watch me.”
He lowered himself between her legs and started slowly, teasing her thighs and kissing her through her panties. When she movedto slip off the piece of silk, Cameron laughed, tickling her.
“Be patient. I want to take my time with this.”
And he did. He explored the inside of her legs, around each sensitive spot. He was leisurely and thorough, and the deep groans mingling with her breathy sighs told her that he was enjoying it as much as she was. As she lifted her hips and arched with pleasure toward his mouth,he held her tighter, attending to each different place, testing her responsiveness. He was relentless, building her up and then easing her down, over and over until she grabbed his hair.
