Chapter 14
CAMI
One minute I was bold and seductive. The next, when he untied the halter of my dress and it fell to my waist, I was shy and awkward. I had always been embarrassed to be naked with a new man for the first time, but not like this.
Kyle ran his hands over my breasts, stroking my nipples, and I arched, melting into his touch. The shyness receded a bit. But when I opened my eyes to see him openly gazing at me, I blushed from my face down to my neck and shoulders and then my whole body.
His hands stilled, then moved to my shoulders. “Cam, what is it? Should I stop?”
“Don’t you dare! It took days to get you back to where we started Monday morning.”
“Me? Baby, I’ve been here all along. I’ve been waiting for you. And I can wait—”
I pressed my finger over his lips. “I don’t want to wait. I want you tonight. It just takes me a while to feel comfortable.”
He hugged me to him. “Let’s slow down then. Tell me what I can do to put you at ease.”
“A bed would be nice,” I whispered in his ear.
“Only if you’re sure.”
There it was again. His kindness. The way he took care of me. It was what kept drawing me to him, stirring my blood, making me want him.
I grasped the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head. I dropped it on the floor beside us. “Is that sure enough for you?”
He grinned. “Getting there.”
I pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on top of my dress. “Getting warmer?
“Oh, yeah.”
I pressed against him again, this time skin to skin, and kissed him long and slow.
He held on to me and stood, not breaking our kiss.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck and he carried me through the living room.
I fumbled clumsily, trying to get my hands between us to undo his shorts, ready to feel more of him against me.
He stopped in the wide doorway between the living room and entry hall and leaned against the doorjamb.
Pulling one arm tighter, he let go of me with the other and undid his shorts.
They fell to the floor and he stepped out of them and kicked them away.
I traced one hand down his chest, to his belly, then lower to the trail of hair that led down into his boxer briefs.
He moaned into my mouth and I moved my hips, rubbing against him, making us both breathless.
With both arms around me again, he carried me to the stairs. Two steps up, I slid my hand down the front of his briefs and wrapped my hand around his shaft. He paused and leaned against the railing.
“You’ll be the death of me,” he panted. He pulled my hand away.
“Hey, I was enjoying that.”
“Christ, me too. A little too much.” He nuzzled my neck under my ear. “But right now I need to taste you.”
Heat rushed through me again, this time more lust than embarrassment.
He sat me down on the stairs and slid my pink lace panties slowly down my thighs, over my knees and calves, and pulled them off over my feet.
The hardwood floor was cool on my bare ass.
I wriggled, enticing him, while he stared down at me.
“Gorgeous,” he said, running his hands back over my breasts. Kneeling on the step below me, he bent his head and took one nipple into his mouth while pebbling the other with his deft fingers.
He worked me into a near frenzy, then pulled away, leaving me grasping for him. He kissed his way down my belly. He slid his hand between my thighs. His gaze raked over every inch of me. “So gorgeous,” he murmured again as he focused on the small, neatly trimmed triangle between my legs.
His words made me confident. Bold. I parted my legs for him, one inch, then another, and another.
He stroked one finger down over the pink tip of my clit, watching me get wet for him.
He bent his head, pressing soft kisses to my thighs.
He licked my clit and sent a shockwave straight to my core.
I lifted my hips up off the stair, inviting him, begging him.
He kissed and nibbled and sucked and stroked, his fingers and lips and tongue working magic on me.
I spread my legs wider, taking everything he wanted to give me.
My body was taut with pent-up desire. The familiar ache of building pressure caught me off-guard.
I was never this responsive with a man the first time. Never this open. Never this wanton.
I threaded my fingers in his hair and arched again, taking his mouth, taking it all. The pressure balanced on the knife’s edge of pain. And then the dam burst, sending pleasure spilling through my body in wave after blissful wave.
Before I could catch my breath or even open my eyes, Kyle picked me up in his arms and carried me to his bedroom.
His heart pounded against my chest. He threw back the bedspread and sheets and lay me width-wise on his bed.
I scooted closer to the edge and slipped my fingers beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs and to push them down his thighs.
He slid them the rest of the way off and kicked them away.
This time, I ogled his erection with no shame.
I wrapped my hand around his shaft and kissed my way down his treasure trail.
I licked the salty drop off his tip and he sucked in his breath.
My pussy clenched in response. I tongued his tip, then took the first inch of him into my mouth.
He groaned. One of his hands was wrapped in my hair urging me closer, and the other one gripped my shoulder, holding me off as he battled with himself.
“Later,” he told me, taking a step back. “Right now, I want make you come again, this time with me inside you.”
His words sent shivers down my spine. I scooted back onto the bed as he turned toward his nightstand. His lips curved into a smile as he picked up the box of condoms I’d placed there.
“You told me I could look around for anything I needed.” I propped myself up on my elbows and bent one knee, parting my legs for him again.
“Very industrious of you.”
He didn’t miss a move I made. Even as he rolled on a condom, his gaze raked over my body. He followed up with his hands and mouth, igniting me all over again. When he had me close, so close to another orgasm, he whispered in my ear. “I think your industriousness earns you a reward.”
I wriggled underneath him. Everything about this night was my reward, but I waited to hear more.
He waggled his eyebrows. “Lady’s choice.”
It took me a second to catch on, then I grinned. I pressed my hand to his chest and guided him to lie on his back. “I choose cowgirl.”
“I can’t wait for you to ride.”
Every word out of his mouth made me wetter.
I didn’t understand how he made me feel so uninhibited, but I took full advantage of it.
I climbed on top of him, straddling him.
I took his first inch again, this one with my wet, clenching pussy.
I moved slowly, inch by inch, savoring the feeling of him sliding into me for the first time.
I buried him to the hilt. He felt so good, so right inside me.
I rode him with long, slow strokes. He cupped my breasts, stroked my nipples, bucked his hips to match my rhythm.
He didn’t miss a beat as I went faster, then slower, chasing the pleasure that each thrust sent crashing through my body.
I came fast. Pressure, nearly pain, then glorious release. But the waves went on and on forever.
When my climax subsided, his hard, ready dick was still inside me. He lay still, his hooded eyes devouring me. A bead of sweat slid down his cheek. His lips were parted and he took short, shallow breaths. He’s reached the edge of his control but he was holding on so tightly.
“Gentleman’s choice,” I said.
“You’d have to find a gentleman for that.” He slid his hands up my sides and stroked the underside of my breasts. “But if I get to call the next position...” He grinned. “Turn around. Reverse cowgirl.” His voice was firm and demanding.
I slid off him, turned and repositioned, and balanced my opening over his tip.
I wiggled my ass and he groaned. Over my shoulder, I watched him watching us, focusing on the point where we touched.
I slid down on him. We moaned in unison.
I leaned forward and gripped his thighs, then set a new rhythm, riding him slowly this time.
“Oh, baby, just like that,” he groaned. “Oh, yeah.” He sat up behind me, pressing his chest to my back, and kissed the nape of my neck. I rocked harder and he gripped my hips. “Slow and easy, baby. Yeah, like that.”
He traced his hand over my hip and down in front of me, and pressed a finger against my clit.
My thrusts created friction that pushed me right up to my own edge again.
He wrapped his other arm in front of me and cradled one breast. With me pinned against him, he set the speed now.
He moved the slightest bit faster, then faster still.
But he was still controlling himself, holding us both back.
I bucked frantically. I needed more. I needed him harder, faster, deeper.
I needed him to lose control and give me everything.
When I thought I couldn’t take another second of his exquisite torture, he grabbed my hips and pulled me nearly off him, then slammed me back down onto him.
I screamed, moaned, begged, as he hit me deep and hard, over and over, the heat and building, burning me, consuming me completely.
With a loud moan, he spasmed hard inside me. His release dragged my body with his, setting me off like an explosion, the effects rippling through every cell of my body until all I could feel was pure pleasure.
He lifted my hair and placed gentle kisses on my neck as I slowly came back into my body. I wanted to tell him this wasn’t like me. I never came the first time I was with a man. I never came that hard. I never came multiple times.
Except none of those things were true. Not anymore, now that I was with him.
Hours later, sated and sore and oh-so-happy, I lay awake watching Kyle sleep as we shared his bed.
He was beautiful. Kind. Sweet. Protective.
Tonight, I’d seen another side of him. Focused and demanding and just bossy enough to make my toes curl and my insides melt.
He’d made me respond in ways I hadn’t known were possible.
I’d been able to let go because my body instinctively trusted him.
Panic clawed at my throat as familiar voices echoed in my head. You can’t trust anyone. You can only rely on yourself. You have to keep the wheels on, Cami, because no one else is coming to save you.
But then someone had. I touched Kyle’s arm.
He was strong and warm and right here beside me.
A rock. My rock, if I would let him be. Anything you need, Cami.
I wanted to believe him. I wanted to trust him not only with my body, but also with my heart.
And I would. Unless and until he proved I shouldn’t, I would put my faith in Kyle Rogers, my own personal hero.