My eyes met his as my stomach tightened. It was the same sensation I felt right before I came, my body preparing for the greatest sense of pleasure I’d ever known. He used to intimidate me, but now he made me nervous…really nervous.
He kept up his stare, one hand moving to my ass and giving it a squeeze. “My woman. Is that better?”
My breathing hitched again. “Have you ever had a woman before?”
His long stare was his answer.
I knew it was coming, but an eternity wouldn’t be enough time to prepare for it. My heart skipped a beat. My palms turned cold and clammy. My knees felt weak, as if they might buckle underneath my weight.
The arm hooked around the small of my back pulled me deeper into him, bringing our lips together.
I felt his strong mouth, felt the coarse stubble of his facial hair when my lips moved, tasted the three glasses of wine he’d had that evening. I knew he was a good kisser because I’d kissed him before, but this was different. Packed with the highest voltage of chemistry, it electrified all my nerves. It was familiar but also brand-new territory because he’d been a stranger at the time. But now…he was the man between my legs every night.
His hand squeezed both of my cheeks in a masculine grip as his other hand dug into my hair and pushed it back from my face. His large fingers cradled my face gently as his other hand continued to grip my ass like he wanted to smack it.
The sex had always been good, but it felt empty. A means to an end. A one-night stand on repeat. But with this kiss, it shifted from black-and-white to full color. The silence turned to music.
He pulled me closer into him while he deepened the kiss, tilting his head as he took in my bottom lip between his. There was a playful bite. A breath. And then he kissed me again, stealing my breath away while adding his own.
I had touched his body everywhere, had climaxed in the past just by feeling those large biceps. But now, I ventured into new territory, sliding my hands up his neck until I cupped one of his cheeks. My thumb swiped over his thick stubble, and I felt my skin nearly break because it was so rough.
I took his mouth with the same enthusiasm he took mine, our audible breaths growing louder as the passion rose from warm to scalding hot. My fingers stroked his short hair, and I let my tits press against his chest.
His fingers dragged my panties over my ass to my thighs before they curled around my ass toward my opening. Two fingers pushed inside me, immediately coated in the arousal that dripped from my entrance. He moaned into my mouth as he slid them inside, soaked to the bone.
He turned me on, and I was not ashamed to show it.
His kiss turned hungry, taking my mouth with the dominance he always showed. There was tongue, hot breaths, masculine grabs all over my body. He gripped one of my tits hard as he fingered me, pulsing his fingers deep inside me and curling at the perfect spot to make me writhe against his mouth.
He’d make me come at this rate.
My lips struggled to meet his demands because it was too hard to focus when his fingers were pushing me to the brink of exhilaration.
He ended the kiss and lifted me into his arms so he could lay me across the bed.
I cupped the back of his head with my palm and brought his lips back to mine like I needed them to breathe.
He held himself up on one arm as he pulled down his sweatpants, kissing me at the same time.
I helped him, yanking them down so he could be free and plunge inside me. Our bodies immediately wrapped around each other, and he shoved himself inside me with a single thrust.
I gave a breathy moan against his mouth, my fingers slicing into the muscles of his back.
He breathed against my mouth as he rocked, his dick harder than it’d ever been, pounding into me over and over.
I was already on the threshold from just his fingers, so I exploded immediately, my tightness squeezing his thick length with the strength of a boa constrictor. “Cauldron…” My nails scratched into his back as my hips bucked against him. A climax unlike any other gripped me around the throat and took away my breath. Swept away in the current, I writhed incoherently, the pleasure between my legs so damn exquisite. “Yes…” Tears blurred my vision then streaked down my cheeks to my ears.
He pumped into me hard as he chased his own climax, his dick slick with the copious arousal between my legs. The bed rocked with his movements, the wooden headboard tapping against the wall because he fucked me so hard. He reached his completion with a satisfied moan, his dick twitching inside me as he finished. “Camille.”