“Yes,” I whispered. “To all of that. Yes. A hundred times.”
A dark chuckle left him in response. Then, he was lifting my arms over my head and securing them against the comforter. His mouth came down on my breast, and my breath caught. A hum vibrated against my skin then, he was grazing my nipple with his teeth. Pulling. Tugging. Making my back arch off the bed.
He did the same to the other one, and I complained, feeling restrained, wanting to touch him. Wanting my mouth on him, too.
With a brisk motion, the clothes that had been bunched at the top of my chest were off, together with my bra. Cool air teased my skin, and I felt my eyelids flutter closed, overwhelmed by the sensation of being bared to him. It hadn’t been a long time since someone had seen me like this, but this felt like so much more than naked skin.
There was a growl. Followed by a curse.
I opened eyes I hadn’t known were closed, finding Cameron straddling my hips, wide chest heaving, lines upon lines of ink swaying with every muscle that flexed in tension.
“I could look at you all night,” he said, his hands engulfing my sides. “You drive me mad with need.” He dragged his fingers down, reaching the hem of my jeans. “In the best of possible ways.” His fingers worked the button undone. “Lift up.”
I did, no hesitation. And Cameron didn’t waste a single second in pulling my jeans down and off my legs, throwing them on the floor.
He bent down again, slowly this time, placing one open-mouthed kiss against my pulse.
“Cameron,” I said, begged. My hands flying to the waist of his pants, hooking around the belt loops as he left more kisses down my chest, reaching the swell of my breasts. Continuing to my navel. My hip bone. I lost my grasp of the waistband of his jeans. “I need you inside of me. Now.”
A dark chuckle left him. “But I haven’t even tasted you on my tongue.”
And just like that, he was spreading my legs, first with his hands, then with his shoulders, and at last, his head was between my thighs. My breathing had lost all sense of control, anticipation and need so thick in my blood that I swore I could feel it swirling with every violent beat of my heart.
He pressed his mouth against that pulsing bundle of nerves covered by the fabric of my panties. Urgency, clear and loud, shot up my body, driving a curse to fall off my lips.
He trailed his teeth up and down my folds, and I could feel his lips through the fabric, that trimmed beard I loved stirring awake dozens of nerve endings. I’d thought it was too much, too quick, too good, but then, he shoved my underwear aside with his teeth, and repeated the motion with his lips. He sucked, his tongue thrusting inside, and that’s when I saw real, twinkling stars behind my eyes. Felt them under my skin.
A groan fell against my clit, and that thumb he’d teased my nipples with joined his mouth, drawing circles over that throbbing spot that demanded release. My head spun. My pulse raced. My whole body shook.
Without stopping those wicked motions of his hand, Cameron moved up my body, taking back my mouth and swallowing all the moans toppling right out of me.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded. And I did. “Look at me,” he said, as if I could look anywhere else when all that fierceness and need was twisting his handsome face.
Gazes locked, he went up on his knees and undid his pants, drawing my eyes down just in time to watch him pull himself out. He closed his fist around his hard cock and gave himself one rough stroke.
“Fuck,” he said before releasing his dick and closing those strong fingers around the fabric of my panties. He ripped them off me, threw them aside and teased my folds and clit again.
I moaned louder, impossibly so, and then, when he brought that exact hand around his cock and stroked himself again, I thought I’d come. I didn’t need more than seeing him coating himself in me. I reached down with my hand, all sense of control lost, and touched myself.
“Mine,” he warned, snagging my hand and coming down on me. His hard and sticky length fell right against my clit. “Condom,” he exhaled the word with a gulp of air. “I need—”
“Pill,” I whispered. “I’m on the pill. I want you. Just you. I’m clean. Are you—”
“Yes.” His fingers tightened around my wrists, and he brought them over my head again. Cameron’s weight shifted, his hips wedging into mine, opening me right up. “Now,” he said, positioning the head of his cock at my entrance. “Now, you move with me.” He pushed, and my back arched with a loud whimper. He thrusted again. Harder that time. And again. “Now you come for me.”