Kam
LANEY AND Ihaven’t been farther than seven inches apart since we walked through the door. Clothes vaporized and passion ensued as soon as we were alone.
The high of the win and the accelerant of the proposal created a combustible atmosphere. It’s the middle of the night, and I’m awake and alive as if it were the middle of the day. I shift on top of a naked Laney, nestling myself back between her legs.
“Jesus, Kam, again?” she moans sleepily but drops her knees, allowing me to sink into her addictive heat for the umpteenth time tonight. It never gets old being with her. Making love to her, fucking her. It’s like our bodies crave each other the way they instinctually crave food and water. Being with Laney is sustenance. Nourishment impossible to live without.
“I can’t help it.” I move unhurriedly. “I’m wired. The adrenaline is pumping.”
“That’s not the only thing pumping.” She cracks a joke with her eyes closed and a little smile etched on her lips.
I chuckle. “Today was the best day of my life.” I kiss her collarbone and circle my hips deliberately slow. Then watch her expression morph, her beautiful facial features tightening as she bites her bottom lip. Blood pounds in my ears like the sound of a drum as I slide easily in and out of her, my cock swollen and throbbing but nowhere near ready to come. I want to feel Laney first. I want the woman I’ve fantasized about calling my wife since high school to fly apart beneath me. Like she does so easily. So fluidly. So in sync with my movements and body.
“Shit, Kam.” She crunches up slightly, anchoring an arm around my neck. It’s her telltale sign.
“Say my name, Lemon. Say my name when you fucking come.”
“Kam,” she huffs, knowing that’s not what I want to hear.
“Are you testing me, Laney?” I drive in deep, and she emits a little gasp.
“I’m always testing you, All-star.”
“Shit, if that ain’t the truth.” My southern drawl sneaks out as I try to keep my focus, but Laney is the one person who jumbles my concentration like the broken pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Put a three-hundred-pound linebacker out for blood in front of me, and I wouldn’t flutter an eyelash. Place a hundred-twenty-pound city girl with a sharp tongue in my path, and I fall all over myself like I have two left feet. We all have a weakness, and Laney is definitely mine. She always has been, since the moment I met her.
“Show me what you got,” Laney challenges me. She knows I’ll rise to the occasion. It’s why I love her so much. She tests me. Keeps me on my toes. Feeds my competitiveness like a number-one contender.
“You’re going to regret asking that.” I thrust into her powerfully. Each strike made with precisioned purpose. “Say my name, Laney. Say it when you come. I know you’re close. I see it on your face. I feel it between your legs. I know exactly what I do to you.” I graze my pelvis against her sensitive clit, and she shivers.
“I’m not one of your little groupies who will give you whatever you want, whenever you want it.” Fuck, this woman drives me mad in all the best possible ways.
“No, you’re not.” I nip at her lip as I grind my hips just a tiny bit faster. Her breathing picks up from my pace. “You’re so much more than just a groupie. You’re the only woman I want in my bed. The only woman I want to live inside of, and the only woman I want to hear say my fucking name.”
“Fuck, Kam.” She’s dangerously close to the edge now.
“The whole thing, Laney.” She knows what I want, and I know she wants me to force it out of her. It’s a push and pull game we play.
I feed the orgasm roaring inside her. The beast belongs to me. It’s all fucking mine.
With a punishing blow, the word I want to hear explodes from her lips. “Kamdyn!” She all but cries as she comes for me. The divine satisfaction I find in Laney’s release is equal to the satisfaction I get from throwing a touchdown or winning a conference championship game. It’s victorious, fueling the warrior inside me.
Just as her pelvic muscles loosen around my cock and her body softens I pull out and flip her onto her stomach. She’s pliable from her orgasm, submitting to my abrupt change in position.
“Fuck, Lemon, you’re so goddamn wet.” My eyes nearly roll into the back of my head as I slip and slide through her slick pussy.
“That’s what you do to me,” she purrs, lifting her hips to grant me better access.
“It’s what you do to me.” I fuck her hard, squeezing and massaging one of her breasts as I become more intoxicated by her body by the second.
And because I am completely selfish when it comes to Laney and her pleasure, I want more. Sliding my hand from her breast to her clit, I rub relentlessly, using the wetness coating us both to demand another orgasm.
“Kam, I can’t.” Panting, she grabs my wrist.
“There’s no such thing as can’t,” I argue as I continue to push her past her limits.
“Kam!” She squirms beneath me, but I don’t let up. I know she can come again, and I’m just the man to make her.
A light sheen of sweat tickles my brow and my chest as my heart pounds to the same rhythm of my cock. Despite all her protests, Laney’s body responds. Like it always does. She’s moaning and writhing, digging her nails into my wrist as her pussy strangles me to death.
