Her head rocks side to side at the same moment her hips rock back and forth. She wants to fight this. To stop it so I won’t have this on her. If only she knew how much I’m giving up by admitting how bad I want her. She thinks by giving me her orgasm that she loses the constant battle between us, but it’ll be anything but. If I taste her cum on my tongue, I might let her win every argument between us just so I can have my fill of her as much as I can until she tires of me.
I lean back on my haunches for a moment, needing to capture the sight of her with her guard down and her pussy dripping for me.
Fuck, she’s wet. Arousal coats between her thighs, beckoning for me to reach out and spread them open wide to get a better view of her. I won’t be able to look for long before I dive in to taste her.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m looking at you.”
She tries to squeeze her legs together, but I press my palms into them, stopping her from ruining my fun. “Don’t even think about it,” I growl.
“Your two minutes have started.”
I laugh, leaning in so my breath tickles her inner thighs. “Time doesn’t start until I say so. You have to give me a minute to appreciate every perfect inch of your body.” I kiss along the curve of her hips. The skin is so soft, a contrast to the way her nails claw at the back of my neck.
My lips lower, hovering along her bikini line. She mewls, clearly dissatisfied that I haven’t placed my lips on the place she aches for me the most.
“Don’t worry.” My tongue peeks out to lick the inside of her thigh. I couldn’t resist getting a little glimpse at the taste of her arousal that coats between her legs. “I’ll have your hips bucking as you fuck my face very soon. But first—” I pull away, letting my eyes do the exploring for a moment. “—I need to account for every dip and curve of your body.”
“Why?” she pants, the word so quiet I almost miss it.
“Because your body is so perfect, one day I’ll have to recreate it with clay so I can admire it forever.”
26
PIPPA
I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on. I didn’t know I could ache so much between my thighs. That I’d ever feel wetness pooling from me just from the dirty words a man whispered to me in the dark.
Camden has already shown me so much, and he hasn’t even touched the spot where I throb the most. It’s infuriating to have my body betray me like this. But even more, I’m relishing in losing control right alongside him. For every betrayal of my body, there’s a betrayal of his. There’s no way to miss the thick outline of his straining cock through his tailored pants. The lust in his eyes is evident, and I know that I’m not the only one caught up in the heat of the passion. We’ll go down together—both of us losing the war with the undeniable chemistry between us.
“Fuck, I’ll be thinking about this view for weeks,” he rasps. His words catch in his throat, as if the red-hot lust prevents him from speaking clearly.
I moan, rolling my hips to try and get some sort of friction. At least earlier, he was touching me—kissing, licking, exploring my body while he unraveled me little by little.
“Your two minutes are about to start.” I try to keep my voice level, but it shakes with how much I want him. My entire body is burning for him, and I feel like the only thing that will help me is for him to ease the ache with the swipe of his tongue along my clit.
His fingertips dig into my thighs. I’m well aware of how much the moonlight illuminates the cafe. He has a perfect view of all of me. Maybe if it were somebody else, I’d feel bashful. But not with him. There’s no way I could be embarrassed by anything about myself when he’s looking at me like he’ll starve if he doesn’t get a taste.
“You don’t start counting until I tell you to,” he commands. God, I never thought I’d get so turned on by his demands. I like it when he orders me around. I wonder if this is what he’s like behind the scenes. I know why everyone falls at his feet. It’s hard to do anything when his voice evens out, going low as he tells me exactly what he wants from me.
He squeezes my inner thighs, forcing them so wide that I’d fall backward if I didn’t have the support of the window behind me. It just now occurs to me that the full moon doesn’t only allow him to see every inch of my exposed skin, but anyone outside could see us if they were to look in our direction. That realization alone should have me pushing him away.
I don’t.