Eventually, Cam lifts her head and looks at me, and most of the pain has been replaced with desire. “Take me home, Beck. Take me home and celebrate with me.”
My lips find hers. “As you wish.”
Chapter twenty-nine
Beckett
Thank fuck for small towns.
The few minutes it takes for us to get home from the community center feels like eons when all I want is Cam naked and writhing underneath me.
Or on top of me. I’m not picky.
When we finally stumble through my front door, our lips already locked together in a frantic kiss, Cam’s breathy moan of one single word has me weak in the fucking knees.
“Home.”
This woman. She’s my beginning, my middle, and my end. She’s everything and more. And she’s finally mine.
She steps out of her shorts, kicking them to the side, and I drop to my knees in front of her, running my hands up her silky legs.
“You’re trembling,” I mumble as my lips press into her skin.
“What can I say, you make me weak in the knees.” Her voice wavers but the fact that her statement echoes my earlier feeling has me chuckling.
“Same, wife. Same.”
I kiss my way up to where pale pink lace covers the apex of her thighs. Damp lace.
“I’ll never get tired of this sight,” I whisper, running my nose up the center of her arousal. Above me, Cam shudders and leans against the back of the sofa for support. I take my time, sliding her panties down her legs, letting the scratch of lace precede the drag of my tongue. When they’re at her ankles, I lift her legs, one at a time, so she can step out of them before rising back up on my knees in front of her. Looking up, I see her gazing down at me, her face etched with open need, trust, and desire. I nip at her inner thigh and she giggles.
“What’s so funny?” I say, arching a brow up at her. “If you’re laughing while I try to seduce you, I must be doing it wrong.”
“I’m already seduced, Beck,” Cam moans. “Just fuck me already.”
“Hmm. Say please.”
“Please.Fucking hell, Beck. Please.”
I let out a dark chuckle as I drag my knuckles through the wet flesh between her legs. “That’s a good girl.”
Leaning back in, but keeping my eyes trained on hers, I flick her clit with my tongue and she gasps my name. I do it again, and her eyes flutter closed. A third time has her head falling back, and then I start in earnest. Licking and sucking, capturing every drop of her with my tongue.
“So fucking delicious. You have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted and it’s all mine.”
Adding my fingers to the action, I slide two inside, stroking her inner walls, feeling them pulse around me, with no small amount of satisfaction. Her body responds to me so instantaneously. So powerfully. She was made for me, and I was made for her.
After I wring one climax out of her that has her screaming my name loud enough to make me glad I live in a house and not an apartment, I rise up to stand in front of her, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
Flinging her arms around my neck, Cam kisses me, sloppy and passionate and perfect. Her hands roam my body, tracing down my back until she reaches my boxers.
“Why aren’t you naked?” she teases, and I smirk right back at her.
“Sorry. I was a little preoccupied.”
Her answering giggle is light, and free, and gives me fucking life. I let her push my boxers down until my cock springs free. She instantly wraps her small hand around the length and gives it a slow tug. I groan as I drop my forehead onto her bare shoulder.
“Damn it, woman. I won’t last long if you do that.”
