Chapter 18
EIGHTEEN
Camilla woke up feeling deliciously warm. There was a body curled around her back, tucking tight against her. Marlon, she thought, smiling to herself. Her hand reached up to cover the back of his as he spooned her, fitting perfectly all down her length. His knees were cradled behind hers, his front pressed all down her spine. She could feel his breath ruffling the hair on top of her head.
Nothing had ever felt better.
“Morning,” Marlon said, his voice deliciously fuzzy with sleep.
“Morning,” Camilla replied in an equally scratchy tone. She smiled to herself, snuggling deeper in his warmth. “You’re comfy.”
He chuckled, a warm, round sound that vibrated all the way down her body. Then he shifted, coaxing her onto her back as he lifted himself up onto his elbow to look down at her. His hand slid up her stomach, brushing the outer curve of her breast, and came to rest on the side of her neck. “How’d you sleep?”
“Good,” she answered, letting her own hand trace the muscles of his arm as his thumb brushed her jaw. They moved slowly, deliberately, exploring this new comfort and contentment. “You?”
“Better than I have in a long time,” he told her.
She reached up and touched his beard, and Marlon turned his head to kiss her palm. A zing of heat went down her spine and settled at the base of it. He stroked her jaw, then moved his hand down to her chest and over her breast. His thumb stroked softly, slowly.
Hunger opened a vast pit in Camilla’s stomach, and she knew she didn’t want food. Her hands went on an exploratory mission as Marlon stroked her breast, tracing the lines of his shoulders, his jaw, his arms. Marlon let out a shuddering sigh, as if her touch were a drug.
When he made to lean over her, she put a hand on his lips. “Wait,” she breathed, then wriggled out from under him and dashed to the bathroom. She was halfway through furiously brushing her teeth when he appeared in the doorway, his boxers tented, his brow raised.
But he moved casually, as if he didn’t have a huge erection and as if she hadn’t just run away from him.
“Morning breath,” she said around her toothbrush.
“Good call,” he said, then grabbed his own toothbrush. He met her gaze in the mirror as they brushed, and somehow that heightened the gnawing hunger in Camilla’s belly. Brushing teeth wasn’t supposed to be sexy. But Marlon’s gaze was full of promises, and she knew that as soon as she was done, he’d make good on them.
Heat bloomed low in her stomach, and she welcomed the ache between her legs.
She was sick of waiting. Sick of wanting. Their game had turned her on, but after last night, she was ready to lie with Marlon. She was ready to take him inside her body, to reach her peak with him thrust inside her. She wanted that wholeness—wanted it with him.
The moment she’d spat out her toothpaste and wiped her mouth, Marlon’s hands were on her hips. He pulled her close, his grip sliding to her butt. She wore panties and a T-shirt, having half-undressed last night before passing out. His hands were hot on her bare skin, and when he kissed her, he tasted like mint.
Camilla pressed her body against his, feeling every hard plane of him against all her softness. He gripped her ass and squeezed, groaning, then lifted her with one easy motion.
She laughed, wrapping her legs around his hips and crossing her ankles to anchor herself. “I’m too heavy,” she protested.
“You are not,” he growled. “Stop squirming. I won’t drop you.” He stalked out of the bathroom and carried her back to bed. That was a special thrill all on its own, a little vanity that made Camilla hot all over. She’d never been carried anywhere, and Marlon was making a habit of hauling her into his arms whenever he could.
Dropping her on top of the covers, Marlon reached behind his head and ripped his shirt off in one motion. His muscles shifted and bunched while he did it, his whole body a masterpiece.
And all of it was within reach. Camilla grabbed at him, pulling him down on top of her. His skin burned hot, and she moaned against his lips as he kissed her. Her hands swept over his back, along his spine, looped around his arms to clutch at his shoulders, slid into the thick locks at the nape of his neck. She touched him like she was starved for him.
She was, she supposed. They’d been craving each other for weeks now, teasing and taunting and playing. But when Marlon levered himself up and tugged impatiently at her shirt, Camilla knew the time for games was over.
“No teasing today,” she told him, trying to sound stern. “I want you too much.”
Marlon’s lips curled as he pushed her onto her back, his hand coasting over her breast and down to her waist. He was kneeling between her legs, both of them only in their underwear, and she knew, by the look on his face, that she’d just guaranteed that he’d tease her until she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Marlon,” she complained, but all he did was sweep his hand down her stomach and onto her thigh. Both hands started stroking softly, tracing the lines of her full-coverage underwear like it was some kind of La Perla lingerie masterpiece and not part of a cotton multipack. His fingers slid down the gusset, knuckles brushing where she needed him most, and a plaintive noise escaped her throat.
“What is it, sweetheart?” he asked, voice rough. His knuckles moved up the gusset of her panties and back down again. “What do you want?”
“I want you inside me,” she huffed, petulant. “Right now.”
Marlon’s laugh made everything inside her tighten. He kept brushing his knuckles up and down her panties, so gently she had no choice but to rock her hips, needy. She watched him wrap his other hand around his underwear-clad cock, squeezing it at the root. Everything he did turned her on.
He turned his hand so his palm covered her, then curled his body over hers to take one of her breasts in his mouth. She moaned as he sucked her nipple between his teeth, the heel of his hand pressing at the apex of her thighs. Reaching between her legs, she held his palm there and ground herself on it.
Marlon grunted, letting her breast slide out of his mouth as he rested his forehead on her shoulder, like he couldn’t quite handle what was happening. He swore softly and let her use his hand as she needed. When he lifted his gaze to hers, his eyes were bright, blazing, and hungry.
“I can’t wait to get inside you,” he told her.
Happiness filled Camilla like fizzing champagne. She couldn’t help the smile that burst over her lips, couldn’t stop herself from pulling him down on top of her so she could kiss him. Before she knew it, she was pushing her underwear down and kicking it off, then shoving at his.
They were naked, kissing each other with a ferocity that was completely alien to Camilla. She’d never felt this before. Never felt like she’d burst out of her skin without a man’s touch. She was completely senseless, driven by a need that had built and built and built over the weeks she’d lived here.
Pushing Marlon to his back, she relished the look of surprise and desire that flashed across his eyes. There were no thoughts in her head. No doubts. No warnings blaring. She was exactly where she wanted to be, with the man she was supposed to be with.
Camilla climbed astride him, lined him up between her legs, and impaled herself on him.
Pleasure was a gasp that shivered through her body as she stilled, hands clenching at his chest as they stared at each other sightlessly.
“Camilla,” Marlon said through clenched teeth. “Sweetheart. I’m not wearing a condom.”
He grabbed her waist like he wanted to lift her off, but she whimpered in protest. “I have an IUD. I haven’t been with anyone in, like, forever. I need…”
Maybe making risky decisions was in Camilla’s blood. She had always practiced safe sex, but in that moment, it was beyond her. She needed Marlon’s cock inside her like she’d die if she didn’t get it.
A battle raged in Marlon’s eyes, but Camilla already knew what he would decide. She rolled her hips and watched his control snap like a dry twig. He flipped them over and thrust inside her, letting out a rough grunt. He felt like he was made for her, filling her up so perfectly that she felt stretched in all the best ways.
Wrapping her legs around his hips, Camilla met each of his thrusts with a roll of her hips, her mind deliciously blank, her body ablaze.
“You feel—” He bit off the words, grunting. Then he asked, “Where’s your vibrator?”
Not waiting for her to answer, Marlon reached for the nightstand. He pulled the top drawer open with a vicious movement, then came back triumphant with one of her toys. Still inside her, Marlon frowned at the buttons until he got it going, that familiar focused look drawing his brows together.
Camilla’s cheeks warmed. She’d never used a toy with a partner before, but she could feel Marlon throbbing inside her like the idea turned him on as much as it did her. He kneeled between her thighs, keeping her pinned to the bed with his hips, holding one of her legs up on his shoulder, and brought the vibrator to her bud.
A jerk lifted her body from the bed, and Marlon moved the toy. He began to rock his hips, gentling her with one hand on her thigh while his other hand teased between her legs.
“Been wanting to do this for weeks,” he told her, rolling his hips in easy, long motions. He pressed the vibrator where she needed it, his face intent on hers.
“Marlon—”
“Your pussy feels like heaven,” he said, voice rough. “I want to come so bad.” He let out a little huff of laughter and turned the vibrator up. “Camilla, sweetheart—” He punched his hips forward again, again, deeper. “You feel so fucking good, sweetheart. Never felt anything so good before.”
The vibrator pressed exactly where she needed it, and Camilla came apart with a cry, arching off the bed as sparks went off in her blood like fireworks. Her fingernails scrabbled for Marlon, leaving red marks on his forearms as she clung to him through the rise and fall of her pleasure. He urged her onward with soft words she didn’t hear, his thrusts steady and unyielding, her toy held between their bodies by his firm hand.
When she went limp, he stilled, but he didn’t pull the vibrator away. She whimpered in protest, but he leaned over her and kissed her lips once, twice. “One more, sweetheart,” he coaxed. “Give me one more. I know you can do it.”
“I can’t,” she protested, but her next orgasm already had its claws in her.
“You can. I want to feel you come on my cock again. One more. Right now.”
The command in his voice left her no choice. After so much denial, so much teasing, Camilla couldn’t resist his demand to let go. Her peak blazed brighter and hotter than the last, and it was over quickly. It wrung every last drop of pleasure from her body and left her dazed. Marlon watched her, groaning, until tension stole over his body. He came with clenched teeth, every muscle in his body hard and stark in the morning light.
Camilla sighed in pleasure, meeting his gaze as they both floated back down to earth.
“What are you doing to me?” he asked, but it didn’t sound like he wanted an answer. He lay next to her breathing heavily. She curled into the side of his body and held onto him as they both did their best to recover.
Sated, Camilla sighed. “We’ll have to come up with a new house rule,” she said, voice dreamy. “This is no longer a sex-free zone.”
“Sweetheart, it hasn’t been a sex-free zone in weeks. What do you think we’ve been doing all this time?”
Laughing, Camilla tilted her head up and accepted his kiss. It felt like a new beginning being laid over her lips, her body. She welcomed it with a sigh and a smile.