She’d already made him feel something he’d never expected. Looking into her eyes, he knew Ms. Camille Sperry had no idea what was in store for her.
He was a selfish man. Had never claimed to be anything different. When there was something—or someone—he wanted, he went after it.
Now that he had Camille in his arms, he knew never be able to let her go.
CHAPTER 6
Tristan’s eyes roamed her naked body laid out before him. His gaze was so intense. He looked at her as if she was his lifeline, like a starving man looking at a five-course meal. The way he looked at her reminded her of the way she’d always wished someone would—with possessiveness.
“Damn. You’re everything I’d hoped you’d be.” His whispered voice sounded ragged in the quiet of her bedroom. Kneeling between her legs, he still wore his slacks, but not much else. Once he’d gotten her thong off, and laid her on the bed, all motion had stopped. For five minutes he’d simply stared at her while rubbing his large, rough hands over her softer one.
He’d done nothing but look at her and smile. That simple act alone had her sex dripping wet with need. Everything in her wanted to beg and plead with him to come to her. To give her what they both so desperately wanted. Him inside her. The words wouldn’t leave her mouth. Something about making the request stopped her. Funny, but she had a feeling this moment was too monumental for her to ruin it with words.
Looking at her face, he smiled wickedly, and she could do nothing but whimper in need.Please, her mind begged. As if he heard her words, he adjusted his position and crawled between her legs. Camille moaned in desire as he pressed his body against hers.
The material of his pants brushed against her hardened clit. Her back arched as lightning sparked through her body. Lifting her legs to cradle his body, she wrapped her long limbs around his waist.
“Tristan,” she called out his name on a moan.
“Yes, baby. Say my name all you want. I want you to know who’s making you feel this way.” Grabbing one of her arms, he pushed it over her head. “Grab onto something.”
Her hand latched onto the bottom of her headboard.
He then grabbed the other arm, placing it next to the one already over her head. “Don’t let go.”
“What are you—”
“Don’t talk. Just enjoy. I’ve been waiting all night to do this. Your juices on my fingers weren’t enough.”
Camille’s head was spinning. How could one man make her feel so much with just his words? She could practically feel his need pouring out of him. How could she go back to anyone else after this experience? Tristan had turned her out already, and they hadn’t even finished the deed.
Tristan kissed her gently, probing her mouth with his tongue. She picked up a hint of the whiskey he’d drank earlier. She could do this all night. Just lay here with him like this. She enjoyed the feel of his body cradled within the softness of her thighs. Those large hands of his roamed up and down her body, heating her from the inside out. Her hot sex rubbed against the large bulge in his pants as she moaned in desire.
Breaking away from her lips, he began to kiss and nibble other parts of her body.
The sensitive skin situated at the bend where her neck and shoulder met. His rough beard scraped her flesh, sensitizing her to his touch. It felt so good being here with him like this. As he began to move down her body, placing kisses on her bare skin, her channel began to slicken in anticipation.
She always loved having a man taste her, bringing her to orgasm with his tongue. There hadn’t been many lovers, but the ones she did have, were average in this area. Without thinking about it, she knew Tristan would more than surpass anyone else who came before him.
“Open for me,” he whispered. His mouth hovered just under her navel, his warm breath heating her skin.
On a whimper, she widened her legs for him, allowing him to see the wetness covering her soft folds.
“You are so beautiful, Camille.”
A moan of desire was her only response. “Please, Tristan,” she whimpered.
Grabbing her legs in his firm grasp, he pushed them up and over his shoulders. Grabbing her waist, he tugged her toward the end of the bed, closer to him. She placed her hands on the bed, gathering the bed covering in her hands, twisting the material as she waited for him to move.
Moans of desire and submission were the only sound in the room. Camille was to the point of begging and pleading if he didn’t do something soon. Camille decided to try another tactic. Using one hand, she trailed it down her body, her fingers seeking out her hardened nub. Dipping her finger into the wetness at her pussy, she undulated her hips.
“What are you doing, Camille?”
“I’m starting without you,” she purred. “You were taking too long.”
She was tempting the beast but didn’t care. She wanted him. Needed him. And if she had to push him over the edge to get what she wanted, so be it.
“If you don’t move your hand, I’ll turn you over and spank that beautiful plump ass of yours. This is my pussy. You don’t have permission to touch it,” he growled.