“No way, babe. Keep it on. Remember, you can trust me.”
Her breasts rise and fall with her deep inhalation and exhalation. “Okay. Yes. I can.” When she settles back down on the bed, I change my plan slightly. She needs to know my intentions are purely based on her pleasure. The other ties I pulled out, planning on securing her wrists to the side to get her to give me all control, will have to wait.
Stretching out beside her, I start to lightly drift my fingers all over her body. I can’t stop my gaze from roaming over her exquisite body, stretched out for me. Normally I’d take my glasses off to have sex but I’m keeping them on this time. I don’t want to miss a single detail of tonight. “Just feel, Cam. Feel me, know that I’m here with you. For you.”
Her breath catches when my finger circles her areola on one side, then trails over to the other. Slowly, I lower my head and let my tongue follow the path, and that breath turns into a moan.
“That’s it, babe. Let me take care of you.”
My touch slides down her ribcage, dancing across her stomach. I pepper kisses across the smooth expanse of skin. When her hands come to my head, I almost go back to my original idea of tying her up, but it feels too fucking good having her touch me like that.
Bending down, I suck one of her tits into my mouth at the exact moment I plunge a finger into her silky depths. She’s soaked down there, so there’s no resistance to my entrance. And given how her hips lift up off the bed to meet my touch, she doesn’t mind the intrusion one bit.
“Oh my God, Beck!” she cries out as I let my teeth graze the sensitive skin of her nipple. I pull my finger out, then thrust back in with two, curling them up inside of her and bringing the heel of my hand to press on her clit. “Shit, yes,” she moans. Her head is thrashing from side to side, her hands grasping my shoulders tightly as I tongue her nipple. I feel her walls start to clamp down around my fingers, and damn, if it doesn’t make me feel on top of the fucking world to know I’m doing this to her.
I pull my fingers out just as she starts to spasm around them and push myself up to hover over her. Lining myself up, I slide my cock inside as she’s still mid-orgasm, earning a pleasure-filled scream of my name.
“Fuck, yes,” I grunt, dropping my head into the crook of her neck. I kiss the skin there, tasting the sweet and slightly salty flavour of the woman I love more than anything.
“I need… Please Beck… I just need… Oh fuck.”
Her garbled words might not make sense to anyone else, but to me they do.
“I’ve got you, babe. I know what you need,” I whisper as I slowly start to move my hips. Her answering moan has me grinning like a maniac. The high I’m feeling, having her this way, is like nothing else.
Lifting myself onto one hand, I grind my hips in and out. “Lift your hands over your head,” I growl. She instantly complies, and I bring my other hand up to pin her wrists to the pillow. “Can you keep them there?” She nods frantically.
“Good girl.” I press a bruising kiss to her lips before lifting off again. She keens slightly, her hands starting to lift, searching for me, but I pin them back down. “Uh-uh, babe. Keep them there. Trust me.”
“Beckett,” she whines, but she does what I said. Leaning down, I kiss her again to let her know I approve.
With each thrust of my hips punctuating my words, I growl in her ear, “Give me your pleasure, Cam. Trust me with it.”
Keeping connection where it matters most, I shift back and lift her legs up onto my shoulders before leaning back down and placing my hands over her breasts. I knead and squeeze in time to the rhythm of my hips pounding in and out of her. The room is filled with the sounds of our pleasure.
Grunts. Moans. Cries. Gasps. It’s the most beautiful symphony.
I’m nowhere near ready to leave this earth. That being said, I could die a happy man now that I’ve had a taste of her.
But I’d much rather live forever wrapped up in Cam’s perfect body.
I stave off my release as long as I can, determined to wring one more climax out of her. When I see her hands grasping the pillow by her head with white knuckles, her hips undulating underneath me, I know it’s time. Lowering her legs so I can cover her body with my own, I speed up my movements, dipping my head back down to capture her breast in my mouth. Releasing it with a pop, I do the same to the other side before stretching up and tugging her lip between my teeth. She meets me stroke for stroke, our tongues tangling together. But like a good fucking girl, her hands stay where they are.
When her orgasm hits, her screams of ecstasy are echoed by my own. I swear to fucking God, I see stars as my release goes on and on.
And hours later, when Cam is wrapped up in my arms sleeping soundly, I find myself staring down at her. At my best friend, my wife.
She might need time to get used to the idea, to realize this is what was always meant to be for us, but she needs to know one thing. Now that I’ve had her like this, there’s not a chance I’m letting her go.
Chapter twenty-four
Cam
The scratch of Beckett’s short beard on my inner thighs is rapidly becoming my preferred way to wake up.
Who am I to deny the man what he claims is his new favourite breakfast?
“Beck,” I moan as his lips pepper kisses across my pubic bone, his breath a whisper over my clit. I try to squeeze my legs together but his shoulders are too broad.
