CAM
She kissed me like I was something she wanted. No, something sheneeded.
Slow at first. Soft. Then again—deeper that time. Lips parted. Her hands braced on my bare chest, holding herself over me, but just barely.
And that was it. That was all it took.
Every rational thought I had about slowing down or taking it easy—or my dick not getting hard the second she touched me—was gone.
Her hips shifted against mine, and I groaned, deep in my throat, hands gripping her waist without thinking. She was so warm. Her skin was soft under my fingers, and thosetiny, thin shorts weren’t hiding anything.
She rocked into me again, slowly, testing. And I swear I saw stars. I opened my mouth against hers, kissing her back.
I slid one hand up her back, feeling the heat of her through that little tank top, feeling the arch of her spine, the way her body curved right into mine. She was made for me.
“Harper…” I breathed, lips brushing hers.
She didn’t answer, not with words. Just kissed me again,hungrier now, her fingers curling into the hair at the nape of my neck like she couldn’t get close enough. She nipped at my bottom lip, eliciting a low groan from me.
And I knew right then—I was gone for her. Completely. Utterly. Irrevocably.
Her hips rolled again, and I couldn’t help it—my hand slid lower, gripping the curve of her plush ass, pulling her down against my hard cock.
“You’re driving me insane,” I moaned against her mouth.
She smiled, breath hitching, lips swollen from my kisses.
“Good boy,” she whispered. “You earned it.”
I whimpered softly; my dick twitched at the praise. I was hoping she didn’t notice. I laughed once—low, breathless. And then I kissed her again, pulling her down onto me, letting her drown me in every way that mattered.
She didn’t stop. Harper rocked against me with a slow, hungry rhythm. She knew exactly what she wanted. I swear this woman wanted to burn me from the inside out and was daring me to let her. And I was already so fucking close.
Her hands ran down my chest, fingers dragging over my stomach, light and teasing. I clenched my jaw, my breath catching as I guided her pussy against my dick that was straining in my pajama pants. The friction was maddening. Perfect. Her tiny shorts and my flannel pants did nothing to dull the heat between us—if anything, it made it worse.
We were so lost in pleasure that no words were said. The sounds of our moans and whimpers mixed until you couldn’t tell whose mouth they fell from.
I could feel Harper getting wetter, her body grinding down more urgently, more needy. Her pussy was so soaked that the front of my pants was wet too.
“Cam,” she breathed, voice shaky, her forehead pressing against mine.
That one word—my name, broken and desperate on her tongue—undid me.
I tightened my grip on her hips, thrusting up to meet every roll of her body. She whimpered, and I cursed under my breath, hips snapping harder, chasing my orgasm right along with her.
“That’s it, baby,” I rasped, lips brushing hers. “You’re so close. Take what you need.” God, she looked so fucking beautiful coming undone for me.
Her thighs clenched around me, and I felt the way she started to fall apart—her rhythm faltering, her breath hitching, her nails digging into my chest.
And I was right there with her.
“Cam—” she gasped again, hips stuttering once, twice—and then we came together.
She came with a soft cry, her whole body shuddering as her forehead dropped to my shoulder. At the same second, the pressure in me snapped, white-hot and blinding, my release hitting hard and fast, pouring out of me in waves as I groaned her name through gritted teeth.
It wasn’t clean. It wasn’t quiet. But it was so unbelievablyus.
She collapsed onto me, trembling, our bodies still pressed tight, both of us breathless and slick with sweat, hearts hammering like they were trying to crawl into each other’s chests.
