CAM
Ididn’t want to stop kissing her. I didn’t want to remember how it felt to breathe without her mouth on mine.
Without thinking, I shifted our weight, pulling her gently into my lap. She followed, straddling my hips as though she belonged there, like we’d done this a hundred times. My hands found her waist, steadying her, but the kiss never broke.
When I licked along her swollen bottom lip, she opened for me. It was clear to me that she’d been waiting for this. Her fingers slid into my long hair, tugging slightly, and I swear to God I almost came in my pants. She smelled like lavender and vanilla, tasted like spearmint toothpaste, and felt like something I wasn’t sure I deserved—but wanted more than anything.
My grip slid lower, over the curve of her hips, down to her perfect, round ass. I gave her ass a rough squeeze, holding her against me as I pressed into her center without thinking, a deep groan rumbling in my chest.
God. She had no idea what she was doing to me. Or maybe she did. I’m sure at this point she could feel what she was doing to me.
We finally pulled apart, both of us panting, foreheads resting together. It was clear neither of us could bear the space between. My pulse was thrumming beneath my skin.
Then her voice, breathless and soft, asked, “What do you want, Cam?”
I closed my eyes for a second, trying to find words that didn’t sound insane. Because the answer waseverything.
But all I could say was, “You.”
“Then take me,” she whispered.
And I swear my heart stuttered in my chest. Something in me shifted, instinct or maybe it was desire. Whatever it was, it took over. I flipped us gently, settling her beneath me, as if it was the easiest thing in the world—because with her, everything was.
I kissed her like it might be the last time I got to. Truthfully, I was starving for this and had been for years. My lips dragged along her jaw until I felt her fingers tug at the hem of her sweater.
I helped her out of it, and when I finally saw her, I swear I almost forgot how to breathe.
Her brown skin looked so beautiful in contrast to the green sheets. Her curves, soft and warm under my hands, her chest rising and falling as she looked up at me like I hung the damn stars.
“Jesus, Harper,” I murmured, brushing my thumbs along her bare rib cage. “You’re so beautiful.”
I peppered kisses down her chest and over her large breasts, letting her feel every bit of awe running through me. She shimmied out of her shorts without hesitation, revealing smooth, thick thighs that made my mouth water. Her hips were littered with stretch marks that matched the ones on her tits.
She was curvy in all the right places.
“You really are trouble, aren’t ya,” I said, voice low as I kissedmy way down her stomach, every inch of her more addictive than the last.
I paused, glancing at her pretty bare cunt, asking softly but seriously, “May I?” Because with Harper, it wasn’t just about my wants. It was about respecting every inch of her.
“You may, Mr. Callahan.” She said confidently, opening her legs wider for me.
My dick twitched at the sound of my name. It probably shouldn’t have been as hot as it was, but anything out of her mouth, while she was naked in front of me, would’ve been sexy as fuck. I lay down in front of her, placing her thighs over my shoulders, which gave me a perfect view of her. I trailed kisses up her thigh before taking her dripping wet cunt into my mouth.
8
HARPER
His mouth was on me, and it was like nothing I’d ever felt before. He ate my pussy like a starved man. An absolute animal.
He kissed the mound of my pussy before he sucked on my clit hard, then soothed the sting with pressure from his tongue. Cam licked my slit open and groaned when he tasted me.
“Fuck, baby. You taste better than I ever imagined.” Cam went back to sucking and fucking my pussy with his tongue.
I arched off the bed with a gasp I couldn’t hold back. I moaned his name loudly and gripped his hair. My body was on fire, nerves sparking like fireworks, and Cam knew exactly what the fuck he was doing.
We could’ve been doing this for years?
“Harper,” he murmured, voice thick and low against my skin. “You gotta keep it down, babygirl… or we have to stop.”
