Reaching between my legs from behind, he collects my arousal and rubs at my swollen clit. I buck my hips, but he stills them, pressing his fingertips into my skin. At the first swipe of his tongue, I’m transcended. The juxtaposition ofhell yes, I’m so glad we’re doing thisandoh shit, I’ll never recoversends a contradictory blast of heat through me.
The sound of Cam devouring me is obscene. The rhythm at which he’s fondling my clit and plundering my pussy with his tongue makes me dizzy.
In a matter of moments, I’m perched on the edge of ecstasy. I’m only a couple of flicks away from rocketing into the abyss. But when I push against Cam for relief, he stills.
What the fuck?
He keeps a firm grip on my hip, but he backs away, and in his place, a rush of cool air greets me.
Oh no, I will not be edged right now.
“Cameron,please.” I’m not above begging. The heat licking up my insides is like magma, ready to erupt.
“I’ll tell you when you can come. Right now, I wanna revel in this pretty little pussy.” He spreads my lips, his thumbs framing and teasing my entrance.
“Please,” I attempt again, my breath shallow and strained.
He plunges two fingers inside me and drags them out with expert intention, then pushes back in—again and again.
“Yes!” I’m panting like an animal in heat; his touch isintoxicating. I’m hanging by a thread, my pussy clenching around his fingers.
When he replaces his fingers with his tongue and tenderly taps my clit with a single finger, I lose it. I come, crying out his name like a prayer.
With delicate kisses planted against my ass, Cam grounds me. And as my heart rate begins to even out, he rises and curls against me like a question mark, his chin resting on the top of my head. His mouth is coated in a layer of my arousal so thick it’s visible in his reflection, yet he doesn’t make a move to wipe it away.
“That was…” I force my breath steady, but I’m shivering through the aftershocks of my orgasm.
In one quick movement, Cam whips me around to face him and pulls me flush against him. Only when we’re face to face does he swipe at his mouth. Then, with a tenderness so at odds with the way he just manhandled me, he drops his lips to mine.
The remnants of my release passed back and forth on our tongues fan the flames still burning inside me, but eventually, I find the strength to tear my mouth from his so I can extricate myself from my bikini top. Without breaking eye contact, I loosen the knot at my neck, then along the center of my back, keeping my eyes locked on Cam’s the whole time. When the fabric tumbles to the tile, he drags a hand down his face and groans.
“Like what you see?” I quirk one brow.
Cupping my breasts, he bows his head and takes my nipple between his teeth. Fuck.The way he tugs sends bolts of desire shooting straight to my core.
“Shower. Now,” I order.
When he pulls back, I drag him by the waistband of his swim trunks across the bathroom, then release them with a snap.
He shucks out of the shorts and follows me into the stall. The initial chill from the rainfall showerhead startles me, and I joltback, but he’s there to catch me, steadying me around my waist. His hardness juts against my lower back, and an ache beneath my ribs cries out with need.
A need for more.
Pivoting to face him, I rest my hands on his broad shoulders and tip my chin up to soak him in. The water cascades between and around us, and as it heats, steam billows, fogging the glass enclosure. His eyes, hooded and hungry, pause at my lips before trailing down my body, drinking me in.
“Do you know how gorgeous you are?”
Besides Millie and the gals at FrenchSHEs, no one has complimented me in such a blatant, heartfelt way in a long time. Come to think of it, I can’t remember a man ever calling me gorgeous. It was always “hot” or “sexy.”Occasionally “beautiful.” Don’t get me wrong, every one of those adjectives is flattering, but being referred to asgorgeousfeels a thousand times more gratifying.
22
Cameron
I can still feelthe weight of Joey’s wet hair when I worked shampoo into it. The suds rode down her bare skin, some disappearing with urgency and others sliding in slow motion, as if, like me, they were enjoying every second they caressed her silky skin.
She was wide-eyed when I looped my arms through hers and pulled her off her knees. Embarrassed, even. As much as I’ve been dreaming about those long, slender fingers and that smart mouth wrapped around my cock, all I wanted was to worship her.
Her voice has haunted me for months, and her words today will haunt me for the rest of my life.I think we should have sex, followed byI have a major praise kink. And I like to be thrown around, but I also like to be in charge. The way she asked if those things were cool with me like she was suggesting we split a sandwich at Subway left me shaken.
