“I haven’t been able to sleep. All I can think about is the way you got under my skin the second I laid eyes on you. Do you still think there’s something between us?”
“There’s too much between us.” I try to sound clever but he pulls his hand away and stands.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”
I throw my legs over the side of the bed and scramble to grab his hand. “Wait, I meant that I want less between us. Less sheets. Less space. Less clothes.”
Somehow he manages to lift me and I wrap my legs around his waist. My breasts smashing into his chest and the wetness of my sex against his body serve as staunch reminders that I’m naked. His erection slaps against my ass. His entire body is hard.
“My cock’s been hurting all night, desperate to sink inside of you. I couldn’t do it when you were drunk.”
I’ve turned into a mouth breather again, and lick my lips as I decide when or if I should tell him I’m a virgin.
“Hold on.” I push at his chest and he sets me down. “I’ll be back in just a second.” I rush to the bathroom that’s attached to my room and swish mouthwash.
He’s laughing when I return. “Is that a hint that I need to use some?”
“No. You’re perfect.”
His fingers trail from one bare breast to the other. “You’re the one who’s perfect. And so damn sexy, Camilla. So damn cute whether you’re drunk or not. I need to fuck you right now.”
“Good, because I need to be fucked right now.” That sounded far more transactional than sexy.
His hand dips between my legs and I’m forced to gasp for air. Wow. He knows exactly where to touch me.
“How do you want it?”
“On the balcony?” I motion toward the small balcony attached to my bedroom.
He scoops me up and complies. “I meant which position on the bed, but I like your thinking.”
Reaching forward, I turn the handle, so he doesn’t have to stop touching me. Quickly surveying our surroundings, I see no signs of anyone nearby and cast all my fears aside.
“I’ve always wanted to be fucked over the rail like this.”
“You got it.” He kisses me, consumes me, before he sets me on my feet, facing him. “Does your pussy taste as good as your mouth?”
Thankfully he’s too busy kissing me some more and backing me against the rail for me to have to answer.
Fuckity-fuck. His fingers are working their magic between my legs again and I’m about to have an orgasm. I can’t stop it. I don’t want to stop it. I moan into his mouth. He doesn’t give me a reprieve. He works my clit like he’s done it a million times before.
I splinter against his finger, in his mouth. His other arm is wrapped around me, keeping me from collapsing. My hands fall against the rail, barely useful to steady myself.
I’m drifting back when he seems to be shrinking. Am I still drunk? It takes me a second to realize he’s kissing his way down, over one breast, across to the other, stopping to toy with my nipples, then moving down my belly.
His hand comes up beside his mouth and he strokes my belly. “I can’t wait to get my cock inside of you and fill you with cum.”
Do guys really talk like that? I can’t answer. My mind is obliterated. I can’t do anything but shamelessly spread my legs as his mouth drops to my sex. His tongue is as skilled as his fingers, which happen to be slipping inside of me.
I’m gasping for air, digging my fingers into the railing. I was wrong that my fantasy was to get fucked on the railing. This should be my fantasy. This is absolute perfection. I wind tighter and tighter.
Without his mouth to stifle my cries, I bite my lower lip. My body is about to be wrecked by the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had. I loosen one hand from the rail and tangle it in his hair, holding his head against me as my hips buck into his face.
The orgasm rips through me. I’m faintly aware that I’ve squirted and don’t even care. True ecstasy has taken over.
“I want to tell my brothers not to get on the plane. I don’t want them to come. I don’t want them to meet you.”
It takes a minute for me to realize Austin has rested his head against my belly and is talking to me. I couldn’t agree more with him but before I can voice it, he stands and plants his hands on my hips.
