Chapter 29 #2
He tossed one where he wanted it, knee bent over his shoulder, allowing him to delve further between my thighs with his tongue.
His name left my lips, again, and Cameron hummed his delight, making me vibrate from the inside out.
My one foot still on the ground barely had a hold on reality as tremors ran up and down my legs.
“Other one, Natalie,” Cameron directed and then only gave me a second to adjust to the idea before he was throwing my other leg over his shoulder, too, sweeping me clean off the ground while his mouth continued to do dirty, disastrous things.
A shriek escaped me, but then I easily balanced on his strong shoulders, thanks to Cameron’s large hand clapping on top of my thigh, holding me in place as he teased my clit with the tip of his tongue.
It was all so much at once. So much and yet—
“Hold on,” he grunted, and I barely had a chance to brace myself before he was moving, standing with me on his shoulders.
My squeal of surprise morphed into a moan of delight as Cameron swept his tongue back and forth, not stopping for a second as he pinned me against the wall, face between my legs, the scruff along his jawline scraping my skin deliciously, hands flattening on my hips, shoulders holding me in place.
My legs dangled down his back, my fingers curling in his short, soft hair, searching for a grip, and I felt more than heard his husky chuckle, like he was enjoying this situation immensely.
“Cameron, I—” I cut off as another wave of intense pleasure washed over me. “Oh my God. What are you doing?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” he breathed, kissing my inner thigh before blinking up at me. “You’re about to come on my face.”
“But—” I didn’t get more than one syllable out before Cameron’s lips were brushing over my clit, making me shudder. “I’m going to—” A groan interrupted me, mine, I think, as he used the tip of his tongue to do delicious things. “Fall.”
Cameron tightened his grip on my thighs, proving that he wasn’t going to let that happen. Then he pulled back and reiterated that with his words. “You know that’s not true, Sunshine.”
He gave me a sort of chiding look, like he was disappointed that I would even suggest he’d let me fall. His eyes stayed trained on mine as he leaned forward and nipped at my inner thigh, love bites meant as reprimands.
“Relax,” he instructed. “Let me eat you the way I want to.”
Oh my God.
While the idea of relaxing certainly seemed like a challenging concept, considering how Cameron had me perched on his shoulders with his face between my legs, as soon as he dove back in, licking and sucking and lavishing my clit with his mouth, I found myself loosening.
Everything in my brain washed away except for the feeling of his tongue pulling pleasure from my body.
I forgot where I was, that I was supposed to be holding on, that I was dangling in the air.
I forgot about everything that wasn’t chasing the high he was giving me, tipping my hips forward.
Cameron encouraged it, propelling my movements as I rocked against his face, groaning as my body continued to transform, going from melted bones to a tightened string, ready to snap.
“Oh my God,” I moaned, aloud this time, knowing I was about to lose it.
His fingers flexed as a response, a hot, quick squeeze on my hip and leg to tell me that he was there, that he had me.
And thank fucking God for that, because when I finally hit my peak, attacked with pleasure so intense and acute, I lost all control, my body shaking and slumping against the wall.
True to his word, Cameron kept me upright, one hand traveling up my side to keep me from falling while he lessened the strokes with his tongue, carrying me through my orgasm until I was wrung dry.
A devilish grin plastered across his face when he pulled back, and both his hands fell to my ass, smoothing over my cheeks before giving them a little double smack.
“That’s my girl,” he praised, flexing his fingers in a squeeze of appreciation that had me feeling like I was going to melt all over again.
Not only had sex with Korey not been as satisfying as what I’d experienced with Cameron so far, but it was also just not as…fun? It wasn’t something I had expected; I hadn’t expected to have laughter bubbling out of me, like it was now, as I teetered in this weird moment of euphoria.
I closed my eyes, basking in it for a moment, and when I opened them again, Cameron was watching me, a soft smoldering in his gaze.
“I like it when you laugh,” he murmured, and then his lips cocked to one side. “But you won’t be doing it for long.”
Before I could ask what he meant by that, Cameron shifted me off his shoulders, lowering my body to align with his, urging my legs to wrap around his waist instead and pinning me to the wall with his hips.
I could feel his cock brush between my thighs, making me squirm, wanting more.
Heat flared inside me, reignited by the reminder of why exactly we were here tonight and knowing what was next.
“Yes,” I breathed. “More. Please.”
“You want more, Mama?” Cameron asked, but his hands instinctively flexed at my plea, a slight tremor running through his body at the idea of more.
Biting down on my lip, I nodded.
“You want my cock in that dripping pussy of yours?” he reiterated, a visible tick in his jaw now.
“Yes.” I rotated my hips to try to feel more of him, to try to make it happen on my own.
I managed to brush over the head of his erection and whimpered from the contact.
A grumble came from Cameron’s chest as he pressed me tighter against the wall, a firm reminder that he called the shots.
But still, I pleaded with him. “Please, please, please.”
“Be good and stay still for me, then.” The huskiness of his voice only made things worse. “You’re going to stay still while you take it, Natalie.”
It took everything in me to follow Cameron’s orders and stop my determined search for more of him, but I did, stilling completely. I even suppressed a shiver when Cameron’s rough chuckle hit my skin.
“Oh, you want it bad, don’t you?”
I gave the littlest nod, worried that if I moved too much, he wouldn’t give me what I wanted.
“I know.” He shook his head, like he couldn’t quite believe we were here, that we were doing this. “I want it so fucking bad, too. God, Sunshine, I—” Cameron broke off when we made contact again—the press of his hips, the slow intrusion of his cock into my body.
He groaned, and there was a flicker of unsteadiness in his eyes, lining his blown pupils, like he wasn’t in quite as much control as he was trying to make it seem.
“I just want you so bad,” he repeated, leaning forward until our foreheads were touching and our breaths were mingling as he gradually introduced himself, pushing further and further inside me. “That’s it. Good, so good.”
Cameron was…unlike anything I’d ever felt before. He was everywhere, stretching me in a way I didn’t recognize. I should have expected it, should have known this would happen, but it felt like he was in my throat—
“Baby, breathe,” he soothed, cutting through my thoughts. “That’s only the tip.”
Oh.
Oh, of course.
Of course it felt like he was overtaking me, and he was only giving me the tip.
He slipped a hand between us, rubbing his thumb over my clit, and my cry of delight got stuck in my throat. But it worked the way he wanted, my body softening at his touch, at the bone-melting pleasure he knew how to deliver.
Cameron took note of the change in my body and thrust upward, burying at least half of his length inside me, leaving me gasping for air because, oh my God.
I mean, it had to be at least half of him, right?
“Fuck,” he groaned, dragging it out to be at least five syllables. “Natalie.”
Some sort of sound slipped out of me, a garbled, pleasured noise that also sounded a bit pained.
It wasn’t my fault. Cameron was stretching me in ways I didn’t realize were possible.
But for that same reason, he was already hitting places inside me that no man had hit before, and I was—oh, I was in some sort of tortured heaven.
My fingers curled into the collar of his shirt, both grateful he was wearing it so I had something to hold on to and wishing he didn’t have anything on. I wanted to feel his hot skin against mine.
“More,” I begged. “I can take it.”
I had no idea where that level of confidence came from, considering I already felt like I was being split in two.
“I know you can.” Cameron’s voice was hoarse as he shook his head, pulling back as though he wanted to watch my face when he destroyed me fully. “God, I can’t get over how perfect you are.”
And then he buried the rest of his cock inside me.
I screamed, but it was soundless. My eyes rolled up, but then he murmured my name, and I looked to find Cameron with his eyes still on me, a little twist on his lips that told me everything I needed to know.
His expression was so cocky, I almost missed how his entire body trembled at first, almost didn’t catch how close he was to losing it, too.
But still, he gave me time, waiting.
“God, you take me so well,” he rasped while letting me adjust to having him so deep.
And then, when I tightened the grip of my legs around him, tugging him impossibly closer to me, trying to convey with my body what I was simply incapable of saying with words at the moment, Cameron pulled back—only an inch or two—and then thrust upward again.
I truly didn’t believe it to be possible, but he seemed to go even deeper with the second rock of his hips, and my lips once again parted, awed.
To my surprise, Cameron’s eyelids fluttered, like he hadn’t imagined any of this was possible, either, and then he began muttering things beneath his breath: how good I felt, how perfect I was, how he couldn’t wait to fuck me until I was screaming.