Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
cameron
NATALIE FLUNG HERSELF BACK onto the bed like she couldn’t get into position fast enough, and I dropped to my knees just as quickly.
I was so fucking eager to make her come again.
The first time had been mind-blowing. Hottest fucking moment of my life, working together to get her off, and then having her finally release like that?
We were only getting started, too.
“You can relax, Natalie,” I said, feeling the quiver of Natalie’s body as I wound my arms beneath her legs, gripped her hips, and yanked her to the side of the bed, tugging her underwear off. I flung it over my shoulder. “I’m going to take care of you.”
Lowering my head between her smooth thighs, I spread them open wide and then dropped a kiss to one and then the other, working my way higher.
Natalie squirmed and then choked out stuttered words. “I’m sorry, I just—”
The tone of her voice made me pause, and I looked up to see her lips pursed and her eyes on the ceiling. There was a little wrinkle between her brows, almost like she was confused about something.
“Just what?” I repeated, needing to know what was going on in her brain.
She opened her mouth, but her breath sort of hiccuped, and she had to pause again before pushing herself up onto her elbows, staring down at me.
“No one’s ever done this before, and I’m trying not to feel self-conscious about it.”
Her confession caught me off guard. I mean, I knew her ex was a loser, but I guess I didn’t realize just how much of one he was. How could anyone be married to this woman and not want to spend days between her legs? I’d been thinking about it pretty much since the moment we met.
Natalie dropped her head back onto the bed and chewed on her bottom lip, uncertainty playing on her features.
“Hey.” I said the word like a gentle nudge. “Hey, baby.”
She lowered her gaze to me again.
“You have no reason to be self-conscious about this. You are so fucking perfect.”
A flicker of confidence crossed her face, but she stayed silent.
“Talk to me,” I said, needing to get to the bottom of this feeling she couldn’t shake.
She could tell me no, and we would stop. In an instant. But I suspected if she really didn’t want this at all, she would have said so already. A part of her wanted to experience this, and I badly wanted to show her how good it could be. How good I could be.
Natalie cocked her head from side to side before exhaling loudly, deflating. “There must be some reason no one’s done it before?”
“Yeah, there is.” I leaned forward, wanting to make this exponentially clear. “Every other man you’ve been with didn’t deserve you. They suck.”
That got a smile out of her, but I wanted more.
“You have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever seen,” I added, struggling not to drop my gaze to stare at it. She was still so wet, and I was beyond dying to taste her. “No lie.”
Natalie laughed. But the laugh sounded more like she thought I was, in fact, lying.
“I’m serious,” I insisted, my voice harder, dropping a few degrees. “You know how you felt a few minutes ago? When you were staring at my cock and licking your lips?”
She nodded, slow, suddenly interested.
“That’s how I feel about your hot little cunt.
” I began lowering my head, keeping my eyes on hers, our connection sizzling.
It awed me the way tension continued to stretch between us, even though we’d already broken it to some degree.
We’d both already found our release, yet all I wanted was more.
“And unless you tell me no right now, I’m going to taste it.
Because I want you in my mouth so fucking bad. ”
So bad. She had no idea. I was about to fucking lose it if I didn’t get to taste her.
I could see the way Natalie’s breath hitched at my words, and I stilled, waiting, giving her a chance to tell me to stop. But she just writhed beneath my hands, almost like she wanted me to hurry up, and I grinned.
Fuck yes.
Her lips parted as she watched me dip my mouth to her pussy, licking a slow path through it, ending on her clit.
Natalie gasped, pupils blown wide, an awed, pleasured expression on her face, and I tried to keep my shit together as the taste of her exploded on my tongue. A moan tore from my lips in response.
So. Fucking. Good.
I forced myself to pull away and check in. “Yes?”
She nodded eagerly, her hips doing a little upward motion that made me emit a husky chuckle.
“Yes,” she said, breathless.
I buried my head between her legs without another word, licking through her pussy for a second time before settling in to lavish her clit with the attention it deserved.
“Cameron,” Natalie groaned before collapsing flat onto the bed again. “Oh—oh my God?”
She said it like a question, like she couldn’t really believe that it could feel that good.
And fuck, did that get me going. I couldn’t believe I got to be the one who showed this woman how good sex could be when it was done properly, with a partner who cared about your pleasure.
All I wanted to do tonight was pleasure Natalie London.
I wanted to give her so much she couldn’t take it anymore.
I wanted her crying my name until her throat was raw and her body was spent. God yes.
I switched techniques, swirling my tongue around her clit and then dropping lower, exploring her cunt, watching for signs of what she enjoyed, what made her tick.
Natalie loved all of it, but she groaned the loudest when I gave repeated featherlight passes over her clit, the gentle teases working her higher and higher until she was wound tight on the bed beneath me, her body coiled like a spring waiting to be released.
She started working her hips, chasing more and more, but I held her down against the mattress, wanting to be the one to give it to her.
And as soon as I gave her the pressure she was looking for, she exploded, crying loudly, a sound that washed over my body like a reward. Such a treat. She was such a treat.
“Good girl,” I soothed, lifting my head and licking my lips. “Good job coming for me again, Sunshine.”
Natalie responded with a babbling of whimpers, trying to turn over on the bed.
Oh, did she think we were done?
“No, Natalie,” I muttered, tightening my grip on her hips and holding her in place. “You can take more. You deserve more.”
“Cam,” she gasped as I returned to my new favorite place and speared my tongue inside her, licking the inside of her walls. “Cameron!”
Her fingers splayed over the top of my head, trying to grip my short hair, but she wasn’t saying no, so I kept going, thrusting my tongue in and out.
Natalie shivered from the vibrations when I moaned, so fucking obsessed with being inside her that I knew I could do this all night long without stopping if she let me.
But I also needed her to come, and I suspected it wasn’t going to happen with this alone.
I couldn’t quite get deep enough, couldn’t quite curl my tongue to scrape the right place.
So I returned to her clit, thinking that it’d probably had enough of a break from my teasing. And I was right.
Natalie sighed in a way that I felt in her whole body as soon as my tongue fluttered back over her clit, like she was relieved that I’d made my way home again.
It was so sweet and hot and perfect.
I loved how responsive she was—the way her body twitched and shook with every touch, how her breaths changed depending on what I was doing, and the little sighs and screams that left her mouth, getting louder and louder.
Starting to feel desperate for more of her, I gave my hands permission to wander, sliding one palm up her stomach, slipping beneath her shirt again. Natalie arched into my touch, encouraging it higher, and fuck, did I wish I’d gotten her naked before this.
I’d been too busy, too focused on bringing her pleasure as quickly as I could, wanting to prove to her what I could do before she slipped out of my grasp again. Consciously, I knew she wasn’t going anywhere. But the pain of having her disappear on me that first night still lingered.
My hands found the gentle curve of her breast anyway, sliding beneath the wire of her bra and cupping her in my palm, enjoying her soft skin, moldable beneath my touch. That, and Natalie’s sounds of delight in response, like she was relieved to have my hands on her.
Every single inch of her was unbelievable.
I couldn’t ever remember experiencing an attraction as strong as this. My cock ached and pulsed, once again hard as a fucking rock for this woman. It was possible I might even lose it before she did, and she wasn’t even touching me.
“You’re going to come again for me,” I rasped, pausing to readjust, bringing my other free hand between her legs.
I slid one finger into her pussy with ease because her body was so ready for me.
Natalie’s sharp intake of breath and then following moan told me everything I needed to know, and I added another finger, giving a firm thrust, wanting to pull another orgasm out of her.
“Cameron, I don’t know if I—”
“You can,” I insisted, because I could feel the tension inside her. She was already quivering. “You can give me another one. You come so easily for me, baby.”
“I’ve never—” She paused, crying my name when I sucked her clit into my mouth. Her hips shot up, but I pushed her down into the bed again, moving my hand to her lower abdomen and pressing down.
“Come that many times?” I finished for her, and Natalie just nodded through panting breaths, twitching beneath me. “Oh, honey. We’ll be changing that.”
Her eyes fluttered shut as my tongue swiped over her pussy, gentle again.
“You’ve also never had my mouth between your legs before, have you?” I added, and she shook her head, her hair becoming a tangled mess.
So pretty like this. She was so pretty as my mess.
“You’ll come for me because I’m telling you to, Natalie,” I insisted, unyielding, not willing to accept another reality.
This was what we both needed.