“I wouldn’t have cared,” I say, moaning softly as he rolls my nipples between his fingers and thumbs, making the pulsing, throbbing ache between my legs even worse. “It’s been so long since I felt this way, I wouldn’t have cared who walked in as long as I got to feel you kissing me there. Shit, Cam,” I whimper, “I want you so much it’s scary.”
“Don’t be scared,” he says, pressing a kiss to my belly. “I’m going to take care of you, baby. I promise.”
And then his mouth is where I need him most, his tongue swirling around my clit, making my eyes roll back from the sheer bliss of it. I squeeze my lids shut and arch into his talented mouth, wondering if oral was always this good. Have I just blocked it out of my mind to spare myself the torture as my celibate period stretched on far longer than I ever anticipated before I was a single mom? Or is Cam just that good.
A few perfectly placed and pressured strokes of his tongue later, my question is answered.
He’s just that good.
So good, so fucking good that soon I’m writhing beneath his mouth with my fists in his hair, holding on for dear life as I shatter into a thousand glittering pieces.
I cry his name again and again, only realizing I’m chanting it like a prayer when his hand covers my lips and he says, “Don’t want to wake the roommates.”
“Sorry,” I pant against his fingers as I cup his face.
“Don’t ever apologize for calling my name like I’m the God of Sex,” he says, kissing me with my release still on his lips.
I taste the tart, salty flavor of my most intimate places on him and some shameless part of me whispers, “You taste good with my come on your lips.”
He nips at my jaw. “I could eat you all fucking day. Your pussy is my new favorite flavor.”
I reach down, biting my lip as I feel how hot and hard he is beneath his boxer briefs. “My turn. I want you in my mouth.”
“I want that so much,” he says, his hand once again between my legs, making my eyes roll back in my head again as he presses two fingers into where I’m still pulsing with aftershocks from my first orgasm. “But I want to be inside you even more. I want to feel all this sweetness locked around my cock when I make you come again, Nat.”
“Oh, please,” I beg, digging my nails into his backside through the cotton fabric before shoving it down over the firm swells of his ass. “But I’m not on birth control. We need a condom.”
“No problem,” he says, reaching for the bedside table. In moments, he’s out of his boxer briefs and the sound of tearing foil is making my already electrified body threaten to spontaneously combust.
And then the thick head of his cock is at my entrance and my legs are wrapped around his waist and he’s gliding into where I’m so wet and ready.
But it’s still a snug fit. He’s long, but it’s his girth that forces me to take a breath and consciously relax. I want every inch of him buried to the hilt, want to eliminate as much of the distance between us as possible and be close—oh-so-close—to this man who makes me feel so damned good.
He reaches the end of me and pauses, sucking in a breath. “God, Nat. God, it’s so good. You feel so perfect. So fucking perfect.”
I wrap my legs tighter around his waist, my breath catching as my inner walls pulse around his cock. “You, too.” I thread my fingers into his hair, holding it away from his face as he pulls back and glides inside me again, the wonder in his expression breaking my heart wide open. “You make me feel so safe and beautiful and sexy.”
“Same,” he says, teasing my nipple between his fingers as he grinds forward at the end of his next thrust, hitting my already sensitized clit with the base of his cock. “How does that feel? Good?”
“Incredible,” I say, dragging my nails down his back. “So incredible.”
“You, too,” he says, kissing me with the words. “So incredible I’m afraid I’m not going to last much longer. It’s been too long and you’re so wet, so tight… Fuck, Nat, you’re so tight on me. You’re driving me crazy.”
“Then come,” I say, clinging to him as his thrusts grow faster, deeper. “Just tell me when, and I’ll come with you. I’m almost there.” I buck into him, chasing the release that’s just ahead of me, sparkling on the horizon. “So close, so close.”
He curses beneath his breath as he rides me, his rhythm growing erratic before he finally stiffens and groans, “Now, baby. God, now. Fuck, come on me Nat, I need to feel you come before I— Fuck, yes. Yes!”