Chapter 41
41
Josefine
The man standing before me is hungry. And not for the cookies I abandoned in the kitchen precisely two minutes after he walked away to shower. The second the water was running, I joined him in the bathroom, where I stripped out of my clothes at lightning speed.
Cam’s hair isn’t even fully wet when I step in behind him.
He sighs my name like a prayer on his lips.
His abdominal muscles flex under my hands, and he wraps his own around mine. We stand in silence for a moment, skin to skin, swaying beneath the waterfall showerhead. Painstakingly slow, I drag my nails down the hard curve of his thighs and lower to my knees. I knead his ass cheeks and silently declare his butt my favorite part of his body. Playfully, I bite one smooth cheek, and then the other, before he rotates to face me. He leans against the white subway tiles, widening his stance so his cock is lined up with my mouth. Ignoring the way my knees ache pressed into the tile floor, I inch forward, gripping him. The water from above sluices over us both as I pump up and down .
Looming over me, he hisses, head tipped down and water dripping from his hair.
Despite the heat of the water, goose bumps rise on my skin, an outward sign of radiating pleasure. I lick my lips and inch closer, though I keep my focus trained on his face, silently asking for permission.
With a nod from Cam, I swipe my tongue across his swollen head, pulling a guttural groan from him. When I slide his length inside my mouth, he grasps the back of my head and holds himself to the hilt. I swallow around him, and he jerks back.
“ Fu-u-ck .”
I sputter at the water splattering against my face, and he eases back, angling the showerhead away.
With two hands, I tug him by his cock until his head brushes my lips. Slowly at first, I swirl my tongue at the tip, then suck, hollowing out my cheeks. I alternate the actions a few times, relishing the grunts and groans echoing off the tile.
“Stop,” he gasps. “You’re going to make me come.”
“That’s the point,” I argue around his cock.
With a breathy laugh, he slides his arms under mine and pulls me up until his hardness rests at my ribs. “There are so many things I want to do to you,” he whispers.
He lowers his head and presses a kiss between my breasts. Cupping one and teasing its nipple, he laps at the other, sucking it into his mouth and tugging at it with his teeth.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I groan.
Now he’s the one kneeling. I drop my head back, expecting his tongue or fingers at my cunt, but instead, he slides his hands down my abdomen and thighs until they’re at my knees. Tenderly, he massages my kneecaps, soothing the places imprinted with tile marks. He bends to kiss the raised skin on one, then the other.
This man .
Pinning me against the wall, he rocks back on his haunches and throws my leg over his shoulder, then hooks his arm around my thigh. He teases the perimeter of my pussy with one thumb, causing the nerves at my center to short-circuit. He flattens his tongue and drags it up my pussy, finishing with a puff of air against my clit. My knee wobbles, and I slap my hands against the tile behind me as he shoves a finger inside me so deep he nearly lifts me off the ground.
“Cam!” I yelp.
“Is it too much?” He extricates his finger and searches my face.
“No,” I pant, blindly searching for the faucet handle. A dizzying current is racing through my body, and if I don’t turn down the heat, I may pass out. “I need more.”
“Is that begging I hear?” The skin at his temples crinkles when he smiles, and I want to bury myself in those beautiful lines.
But I’m too desperate to answer.
Taking the cue, he presses a delicate kiss to my clit, the water-saturated stubble on his jaw brushing against my thigh, and gets back to work. This time, he slides two fingers inside me, rotating and scissoring, stretching me in the best way. With one more glance up, he descends, licking and lapping around my clit in time with his fingers.
A pulsing, a beating, floods my core as he quickens his perfect choreography. My orgasm breaks through with such ferocity that he has to scramble to keep me stationary.
I’m panting and struggling to suck in air and spewing expletives, and all the while, his fingers are still locked inside, my pussy pulsing around them. It’s only when he stands that he steadily slides them out and brings them to my lips.
“Open up, gorgeous.”
Holding his gaze, I obey. The taste of my own obscene release instantly ramps up my arousal all over again. When he tries to pull away, I bite down on his fingers gently and suck the final traces of myself from them.
In one fell swoop, he hoists me off the ground and shifts us so we’re under the water. I snag a bottle from the cutout shelf in the wall and squeeze a generous amount of the liquid onto his chest. A subtle pine scent mingles with the steam, sending another bolt of need to my core. I’m surrounded by this man in every way.
With Cam supporting my back, I massage the suds into his chest, over his shoulders, and up his neck. With my nails, I work it into his scalp, then massage behind his ears before I make my way back down his neck and shoulders and arms. He sets me on my feet and takes a step back, giving me full access to his body. With a reverence I’ve never experienced before sinking into me, I wash every inch of his firm body, paying close attention to all my favorite virile parts.
He steps under the spray to rinse the suds away, kissing me with veneration and gratitude. He turns off the water and steps out, only to turn back around with a towel outstretched for me.
With his cock still at full attention, he slings his own towel around his shoulders and demands, “You. Bed. Now.”
I wring out my wet hair and rush to hang my towel on the hook. On my way out of the bathroom, he gives my ass a firm smack.
Not even bothering to slip beneath the sheets, I prop my upper back on his pillows, leaving my naked body on display. A moment later, Cam glides in on long, sturdy legs, his beauty magnified by the afternoon light filtering in. Then he’s hovering over me, his knees on either side of my legs, drops of moisture still clinging to his damp forehead.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes against my ear. Before I have time to absorb his sweet words, he captures my lobe between his teeth and tugs. “Now, get on your hands and knees so I can fuck the shit out of you.”
Stunned into ecstasy, all I can do is gape.
“Don’t make me tell you twice,” he commands when I don’t move.
Immediately, I obey, rolling over and pushing up onto all fours. Hands flat on the mattress, I eagerly grind my ass against his hard length, not even a little embarrassed by the desperate mewls escaping my lips.
“I need you,” I beg.
Craning my neck, I drink him in.
With his focus locked on my ass, he strokes his length.
The move sends liquid heat surging in my core. I don’t know how much longer I can last without him inside me.
He collects my hair and wraps it around his hand. The way he tugs makes my scalp sting in the best way. With the head of his cock, he collects my dripping arousal, then slides his length between my cheeks. This teasing is maddening.
“Fuck me,” I cry. Destroy me .
In one fluid motion, he obeys, pushing inside me. But a second later, he stills, then pulls back out. “Shit.”
I drop my head and curse at the sudden emptiness.
“What’s wrong?” I question, lowering my hip to the mattress so I’m facing him.
“Condom,” he murmurs, swinging his legs over the side of the bed so he’s sitting on the edge.
Oh. I can’t help but examine his cock, the vein pulsing along his impressive bare length.
“I’ve—” I swallow past the lump that’s formed in my throat. “I’ve never had unprotected sex before.”
“I haven’t either. I’m so sorry.” He drops his head between his shoulders and caresses my thigh.
“No.” I put a hand on top of his. “I meant that I’ve been tested recently, and my results are negative.” My heart pounds hard against my ribs, but not for the same reason it did moments ago when he was teasing me. I worry my bottom lip and pull in a deep breath. “And I have an IUD.”
He lifts his head and scrutinizes me, his expression full of curiosity. “I haven’t been with anyone since Greece.”
“I should hope not.” I let out a nervous laugh. “That was only a few weeks ago.”
“No.” He stares at his hand and squeezes my leg, then looks me in the eye. “I mean that I haven’t been with anyone since Greece the first time .”
My chest tightens and my already pounding heart takes off in a gallop. “Fuck. Me. Now ,” I growl.
With a tick of his jaw, his inherent confidence comes flooding back. “Get that ass in the air, baby. Show me that tight hole,” he demands, grasping my waist and flipping me over.
“Yes, sir.”
I yelp when he smacks a cheek but mewl in the next second when he rubs at my tender skin. Swiveling for a better view, I drink him in. He’s got one hand on my hip and his head bowed. Then the man fucking spits on his cock. My pussy quivers in response. With his eyes on me now, he strokes his length and notches his head at my entrance.
“You sure?”
A wild storm brews inside me, sending pure desire running through my veins. I’m feral for him. “If you don’t fuck me right now, Cameron,” I pant, “I swear to g?—”
He slams into me, knocking the breath from my lungs.
“God!” I scream, reveling in the sensation of being filled up.
“That’s not my name, baby, but I love that you think so highly of me.”
I match him push for push, calling out commands like Faster! and Harder! and Please don’t stop! between gasps for air .
He lets go of my hips and runs his hands deliciously over my back, then he curves his body flush against mine. “You’re doing so good, baby,” he breathes into my cheek. “Taking my cock like the good girl you are.” That praising comment alone nearly sends me over the edge.
Instinctively, I bring a hand to my clit, desperate for relief.
Cam yanks my arm away. “Uh-uh,” he tsks . “Not yet.”
He pulls out of me, and I collapse onto the mattress with a frustrated groan, pressing my forehead to the sheets.
“Roll over, sweetheart. I wanna watch your face when you come all over my cock.”
Fuck, I’m a goner .
I do as I’m told, and he wastes no time devouring me. He sucks my swollen clit while he simultaneously finger fucks my pussy and rims my ass with a thumb. It’s all too much. My vision blurs and stars dance in my periphery. A tingling heat crawls from my shoulders, across my chest, and straight to my heart.
I scream his name and tear at his hair, anchoring myself through the explosive release.
He doesn’t stop until my muscles relax. Then he kisses my inner thigh, the move sending a shiver through me. “I’ve got you.”
When the stars have disappeared, I raise my head and take in the most glorious sight—Cam, still positioned between my legs, watching me. His caramel eyes are filled with lust and pride.
“How do you feel?” His voice is full of wonder, tenderness.
I cover my eyes with my arm and sigh. “Amazing.” Truly .
“Good.” He climbs up my body until his hardness rests against my core. “Because I’m not done with you.” It’s subtle, but his brow twitches, asking for permission.
Legs spread wide, I welcome him.
“Tell me you want this.”
“I want this,” I cry .
On one long thrust, he slams into my still-wet core. “Give me one more, baby. Let me hear those pretty little moans.”
With his arms trapping me on either side, he expertly drags his length against my inner wall. My name falls from his lips like an incantation, and I’m a whimpering mess. He doesn’t hold back, slamming deep, over and over again. His unrestrained grunts and groans alone are enough to get me off. God, I wish I could bottle them up to replay later.
“Joey,” he breathes against my lips, stealing sloppy kisses between moans. “Your cunt feels so good gripping my cock. I’m?—”
“Me too.” I’m on the edge, somehow already hurtling toward a third release. I rake my nails down his back until I reach the top of his glutes, then I direct him so he’s grinding against my clit.
“Come with me,” he insists.
And with those words, we let go. Together. He jerks and I contract. Our bodies naturally know how to support one another through such powerful ecstasy. He fills me up like I’m the perfect home for his release. Our hearts converse with one another, beating in their own language.
I want more , his says.
You’re so good to me , mine says back.
He collapses on top of me, his sweat mixing with mine in beautiful triumph. When he pulls out, he dips his fingers into my sensitive center, then brings them to his mouth and sucks the cocktail of our release. I nearly die from the eroticism in the way he brings his lips to mine and shares the flavor of us on his tongue.
“Mmm,” he moans against my lips. “We taste sweeter together.”
It’s only when his warm, labored breath blows against my face that I sense cool tears sliding down my cheeks.
God damn. This is so much more than just sex.