“Oh God. Wow.” She shudders as her hips rock forward, sending her clit into intimate contact with my tongue as I continue to play with her nipples.
She grips the headboard, holding on tight as she glides forward again and again, setting a slow, sensual rhythm that I vow to remember the next time I’m on top. This is how she likes it—slow and deep, the entire top of her mound grinding against my mouth.
“Oh God,” she whimpers again, her arms shaking as she begins to move faster. “I’m going to come, Cam. I’m going to come and drown you. I can feel it. It’s going to be messy. Maybe I should—”
I shift my hands back to her waist, holding her firmly in place when she tries to move away. “Don’t you dare. Come on me. Right now.” I groan against her slick flesh as I pull her tight against me, griding my teeth against her clit through my lips, sensing she needs something harder than my tongue.
My instincts are rewarded a few raw, ragged breaths later as she comes, sending a rush of salty heat flooding over my face.
I open my mouth, swallowing her down.
Feral sounds emerge from the back of my throat as I lap up every drop I can get my tongue on, some primal part of me satisfied as fuck that I did this to her, that I made my woman gush for me. That I left her limp and trembling as she slides down my body until her chest rests against mine and her molten pussy brushes against where I’m throbbing for her.
I fumble for the bedside table, knowing I have to get a condom on—now, before the temptation of her slick heat against my bare cock is too much.
“Lift your hips, baby,” I whisper into her hair as my fingers close on a condom and I rip it open. “Lift them up so I can get the condom on.”
“I’m not sure I can,” she pants. “My legs aren’t working yet. Not sure my arms are either.”
I bite my lip, willing my own legs to stay still. If I let them move, the chances that I’ll shift just enough to slide into her without protection are way too fucking high. I’ve never been this tempted to have sex without a condom, but I’ve never been naked with Natalie before, either.
This woman shreds my self-control, my reason, transforming me into an animal desperate to fuck, to shove deep inside my mate and make her mine—again and again.
I want to mark her with my scent, my come, to leave her so well-loved and satisfied that anyone who passes her on the street will see that she’s off-limits. She’s already been claimed by a man who keeps her so busy coming she doesn’t have the energy to so much as think about other guys.
I could get possessive with her, I realize, jealous and territorial in a way I’ve never been before. But the realization does nothing to take the edge off. If anything, acknowledging how badly I want her all to myself makes it worse.
I have to get this condom on, before I do something stupid that we’ll both regret. I absolutely want to be a father someday, but not right now and not because I lost control the first time I was with a woman.
Thinking fast, I ask, “Can I put you on your belly?”
“Yes, please yes,” she says, helping me as I shift out from under her and guide her onto the mattress.
And then I’m behind her, rolling the condom on as I lengthen myself on top, gripping her hip with one hand as I urge her thighs wider with my knees. I’ve obviously never fucked a woman from behind before, but my instincts don’t fail me. I fit my cock against her and glide into paradise again without a hitch, sliding my hand under her belly to get two fingers on her clit like I’ve done it dozens of times before.
“Yes, right there,” she says with a sharp gasp as I reach the end of her. Her hips tilt back, intensifying our connection. “There, that’s the spot. That’s the amazing spot.”
I pull back and glide in again, taking my time, determined to give her exactly what she needs. “Right there?”
She moans in response, her fingers fisting in the sheets as her pussy ripples over my cock. Even through the condom, the sensation is intense—so intense I do my best not to think about how it would feel without the rubber between us. As much as that primal part of me wants her without protection, this condom is a blessing. Without it, the chances that I’d be able to hold on long enough to get her over the finish line wouldn’t be good.
Even with the condom, I’m soon sweating with the effort it takes to hold back my release, my hand trembling against her clit as I ride her harder, deeper, until I’m slamming into her and she’s writhing under me like a wild thing.