I came up for air with a breathless gasp. And Cameron’s mouth dropped to my jaw, traveled along my skin, down my neck and up to my ear. He nipped at a sensitive spot there, and when my eyelids fluttered shut, a loud moan I wasn’t sure was mine echoed in the night.
“Fuck,” he rasped against my skin.
Waves of tingles—sparks, electricity—spread throughout me as my blood pulsed, swirling with need and traveling right where the junction of my thighs met his. I opened my eyes again, finding his gaze on me, attentive, determined, letting me know that there was no turning back. This was a kiss that changed something, and I should know that. Cameron was telling me. And I wasn’t fighting that notion, or him, any longer.
I was giving myself a chance.
Fingers that were now shaking moved to the back of his neck, and this time I savored the taste of his lips, memorized the feel of this tongue against mine and let my whole body shake with the sensation of kissing and being kissed like this.
We came up for air at the same time, breathless, drunk, and Cameron whispered, “Tell me you feel this, too.”
I gave him a single nod, telling him silently that I wanted to feel even more. Everything. Cameron thrusted his hips up. A moan fell off my lips at the friction, the sensation it created against a growingly sensitive spot between my legs. God, I was pulsing. Pounding with need.
“More?” Cameron asked against my lips. And when I didn’t answer, he tightened his grip on me, pulling gently just as he jerked my body closer to him with a new motion of his hips. Another brisk thrust. My lips parted with an abandoned sound, and he said, “That’s what I thought.”
I closed my eyes again, trying to get a hold of every single sensation wreaking havoc inside of me, pushing me further and further into the night. Into him. Cameron.
He moved then, widening his legs and positioning me in a way that heightened that swirling need coursing through me. Now, I could feel him grow impossibly hard under me, I could feel his heat. Instinctively, I swayed my hips.
Oh God.
“Again,” he demanded, bringing both of his hands behind my head. When I didn’t move, still too stunned by how good that had felt, he took my mouth, begging and commanding me to move. My hips swayed again. Then again, and again. And when Cameron broke the kiss, he moved his mouth to my ear. “Good girl.”
A reckless sound left me in response, something inside of me overpowering all sense, making me sink and push and stroke myself against his length with utmost desperate need.
“Let’s see how sweet you come,” he rasped in my ear, accompanying my motions with his hips. My whole body was trembling now, pulsing with every rough drive of our hips. My hands started moving, desperately seeking ways to get rid of whatever was between us. I tugged at his jacket, at mine, wanting to tear them apart. Make them disappear. One of Cameron’s hands snatched my wrists. “Ride me like this,” he ordered, voice impossibly dark.
He released my hands for an instant, but only to bring them behind my back. My body arched with the change, my hips shifted, and his length rubbed right against my clit. “I need to feel you,” I mumbled. I wasn’t even talking about the grip he had on my hands. I wanted him. “I need to feel your skin.”
“I’m not taking a single thing off you or me,” he whispered against my mouth. “What did I tell you, huh, love?” He thrust his hips, pushing me further and further into him. “I’m a little mean when I have to be. Now, lift your hips and make yourself come against me.”
I thought a noise—a sound I should have recognized—came from somewhere around us. But I didn’t care. I couldn’t when a stream of moans was leaving my throat. When I was too lost to this, to us, to care. So I swayed against Cameron, obeying his demand and getting lost in every inch of him that was now roughly rubbing against my clit. Oh God. “Cameron?” I whimpered.
“Let go, love,” he said with such desperation, such need, that it tipped me closer to the edge. His free hand trailed down my back, reaching my ass, his palm pressing, pushing my hips to ride him faster. Harder. “I want you to let go and show me how fucking bright you burn.”
An explosion took place behind my eyelids, my whole body turning into nothing but a bundle of nerves, vibrating, pulsing with release so intense that I thought it would never come to an end.
“Fuck,” Cameron whispered, letting go of my wrists and ass to bring his hands to my face. He pulled me in, placing a hard kiss on my mouth. “So goddamn beautiful,” he murmured, letting his forehead rest on mine.