Taking and giving.
Perfect.
10
Josefine
My body is throbbingwith lust. Cam’s words send shivers through my veins. I’m squirming beneath him, chasing my euphoria.
“You like my hard cock filling up your tight pussy, don’t you?”
I moan against his jaw, his five o’clock shadow chafing my lips.
“Tell me,” he orders.
“I fucking love your cock in my pussy.” I grip his hair at the roots.
He slams into me harder and grinds his pelvis against my clit in a move that’s so perfect it’s hard to believe we didn’t know each other before today. That familiar feeling swirls low in my belly, heat pooling in my core. Flurries form in the corners of my eyes, signaling another impending release.
With a hand between us, I slip a finger behind his balls, right tothatspot. It’s a risk, but this guy is giving off vibes that say he’d be down for a little ass play.
“Fuck, Joey.” He stills, clenching his cheeks and trapping myfinger in place. In the dark, his expression is hard to read. Oh shit, maybe I read him wrong. Has anyone ever done this to him before? I hope to god I just unlocked a new kink for him. Otherwise, I may have just blown up what’s proving to be the hottest night I’ve had in a long time. The sexual chemistry I have with this man is unreal.
“Do you want me to stop?” I rasp into his neck.
“God, no.” With a long breath out, he relaxes into me, then increases the speed of his thrusts. “But if you keep fucking doing that, I’m gonna come.”
I love making a guy climax. Having that kind of power turns me on. With the way my wrist is trapped between us, I’ll be sore tomorrow, but I don’t care. I add a little pressure, then release before doing it again.
I almost never come twice in one night, but the guttural sounds coming out of his mouth have me chasing my next orgasm.
“Cam, I’m gonna?—”
“Me too.”
Fuck yes. He’s there with me.
I press my finger to his entrance one last time, and he calls out my name. Between thrusts, I slip my hand from between our bodies, grab his ass, and pull him so there’s no space between us. I greedily grind my clit against his body, desperate and feral, finding my own release in the friction.
Cam jerks above me, riding out his own climax. When he slows, he collapses on top of me, burying his face in my neck. His breaths are quick and his skin is damp. Still panting, he uses one large hand to brush my hair from my sweat-slicked face, then he plants a kiss at my jaw.
The move is gentle, almost grateful, making me bristle. What just happened was supposed to be raw and rugged, not sweet and charming.
“What is it?” he asks, pulling back and scanning my face in the dark.
“Nothing.” I push the saccharine thoughts away. “That was so damn hot,” I sigh.
“So fucking hot,” he mumbles, pressing his face into the pillow beside my head, his dick still pulsing inside me.
I push at his arms, attempting to move his body off mine.
“What are you doing?” he groans, not budging.
“As much as I enjoyed that, the last thing I need to bring home with me is a UTI. Now up,” I command, pushing against him again. Damn, his pecs are perfect under my hands. I should have insisted he lose the shirt.
Acquiescing, he pulls out and rolls off me. He swats my ass as I stand. When I turn to close the door to the bathroom door, he’s on his feet, discarding the condom in the trash next to the bed. From there, he falls face-first onto the mattress with a groan.
I quickly rinse off, yelling a few expletives along the way when I remember there’s a switch for hot water.
