“Yes, I do. Every part of you is beautiful to me.” He winked. “Especially that part.”
“Wait, Cam,” she said. “Take off your clothes. I want to touch you.”
“I suppose that’s only fair.” He winked again and undressed quickly.
Rose sighed at his muscular shoulders and arms. His chest was smooth and rippled, with a sprinkling of black hair covering it. His well-formed legs were also smattered with black hair. His giant arousal stood straight out from a nest of black curls. She widened her eyes.
“That’s what you felt through my trousers the other night,” he said wickedly.
“I had no idea,” she said. “No wonder you were in pain.”
He laughed softly. “It’s not so bad, sweet.”
“I promise you won’t leave here in pain tonight.” She stared in awe. “You’re magnificent to look at.”
“No more than you are, Rose. Now, where were we?” He lowered his head to her sex.
She couldn’t help herself. She covered herself with her hand again.
“Don’t hide from me,” he coaxed. “Please, sweetheart, open for me. Let me look at your pussy.” He gently toyed with her intimate folds, delicately tugging at them.
Rose squeezed her eyes shut, warming and turning her head into the pillow. Pussy. She’d heard the word. But still, it made her shiver. She felt wicked. Wicked and…aroused.
“Do you know what these are?” he asked, stroking her.
Rose didn’t answer.
“Do you, sweet?” he asked again.
“No,” Rose said, burrowing farther into the pillow.
“They’re another set of lips, and you know what lips are meant for, don’t you?”
Again she didn’t reply.
“They’re meant to be kissed,” he said, and he lightly touched his mouth to her.
A bolt of lightning shot through her. Surely he didn’t mean to kiss her there. What man would want to do that? “Cameron—”
“Let me,” he said. “I want to taste you. You’ll enjoy this. I promise.”
“But why would you want—”
“Because I love you, Rose. I love every part of you. From the top of your head to the tips of your toes, and every tiny bit in between, including your beautiful pussy. Let me give you pleasure.”
Cameron slithered his tongue up and down over her opening. Rose sighed. It felt amazing, as if every nerve ending in her body were being stimulated. Cameron pushed her thighs forward until her intimate area was completely vulnerable to him. He kissed the insides of her thighs, leaving them moist. Then she shivered as he cast his hot breath upon the wetness. He moved back to her sex, licking in long languid strokes and pushing his tongue into her. She arched off the bed, moaning. He grabbed her across the belly and forced her down, making her lie still. His tongue moved upward, finding her swollen peak, swirling around it lightly, and then not so lightly.
“Oh, Cam, that’s so…so…”
Soon he was sucking her, and when he filled her with a finger she arched again. This time he didn’t hold her still. He moved with her, his finger moving in and out in a languorous rhythm, while his mouth teased her nub, making it throb beneath his tongue. Rose moved with him, running and running in her mind, until she reached the plateau. She shouted his name as she climaxed, her sex hugging his finger, convulsing, as he continued to lick her, nursing her through the crashing waves of joy, until the sweet rapture enveloped her and she went limp beneath him.
Slowly he moved toward her, kissing her abdomen, her breasts, her throat, her mouth. “Taste your juices,” he said. “Taste how sweet you are.”
Rose opened to him, swirled her tongue with his and tasted the tanginess of her own body. She kissed him hard, her desire overwhelming. She wanted to mark him. Brand him as hers.
The passionate kiss continued until Cameron broke away and inhaled sharply.
“My God, Rose. I’ve never been kissed like that.” He panted against her neck. “I love you so much.”