Chapter 28 #2
He grins, then reaches into the water and picks me up.
He gives me a kiss that’s just long enough to leave me wanting more before he sets me carefully on the floor.
He wraps a towel around me and then proceeds to dry me more thoroughly than I’ve ever been dried before.
Every crevice is carefully tended to, and my body preens under his attention.
“So beautiful,” he whispers again, kissing my stomach. “So, so beautiful.” He kisses me lower.
I shiver, and he notices and straightens, then wraps the towel around me and tucks it in around my chest. He bends and picks me up, and I burrow into his neck and laugh.
“Everyone asleep?” he asks.
“I think they’re probably out cold.”
He opens the door, carefully looking both ways before stepping out.
The hallway creaks as he starts walking, and he pauses for a second before tiptoeing the rest of the way.
By the time we reach my bedroom, I’m barely holding back my laughter and Camden’s chest is moving with a silent laugh.
The moon spills light across my room, and he pulls back the covers and lays me on the strip of light crossing the bed.
I undo the towel, slide it out from under me, and toss it across the room.
His teeth flash white in the dim room, but he stands still for a moment, just looking at me. When I hold out my hand, he takes it and presses a kiss to my palm.
“I know you have an early morning, so I can let you sleep…but I’d really love to make you feel good first. I can be very quick,” he adds.
I hold his hand against my cheek, leaning into it.
“I’d love to make you feel good too,” I tell him.
He unbuttons his shirt and tosses it aside. Next are his pants and boxer briefs. My mouth waters when I see him stalking toward me. But his foot or knee hits the stack of books I keep next to the bed, and a small avalanche clatters to the floor.
We freeze, eyes wide, then clap our hands over our mouths as we fight back our laughter.
From down the hall, Papa Hector calls out, concerned. “Juju? Are you okay?”
I try to sound normal. “Yes, I’m okay, Papa!”
“Need some help?” Uncle Hal calls.
Camden and I laugh against each other.
“No thanks, you guys!” I say. I clear my throat because I sound like I’m crying, I’m laughing so hard. “Everything’s all right. Good night, Papa. Night, Uncle Hal.”
“All right. Night, sweetheart,” Papa says.
“Sleep tight,” Uncle Hal adds.
Camden crawls on the bed next to me and laughs in the pillow.
It takes us a minute to get it out of our system.
And then we face each other. He reaches out and traces a line from my neck down my chest, stopping to lightly circle my nipples.
I reach out and trace his jaw with my thumb, and he turns to kiss it.
“Come here,” I whisper.
Our lips collide, and our bodies don’t take long to do the same.
The bed complains, but we barely pause, adjusting to find a way to keep quiet.
He kisses his way down my body and settles between my legs.
He spreads me with his thumbs, and when his tongue makes the first contact with my skin, I arch into him, desperate for more.
He doesn’t make me wait. His mouth is hungry, and he sucks me and explores me with his tongue.
He’s relentless. My legs start trembling, and when I start to whimper, I cover my face with a pillow.
I’m so close, and when his finger dips inside slowly and then deeper, his lips suctioning over my clit, I’m a goner.
I hold on to his hair, gripping it tight as I ride it out.
When my hands drop and I go limp, he lifts his head, his lips shiny in the dark.
He crawls up my body and pauses at my breasts, licking his way around my nipple.
His cock is a velvety rock against my thigh, and everything in me awakens all over again.
“You taste so good,” he says. “I promised I would be quick.” He grins against my skin as he kisses my other nipple. “Sweet dreams, beautiful. I will see you tomorrow.”
“Come here,” I say, tugging on his hair.
He looks up, and I lean up to kiss him. He shifts until his body is lined up to mine.
“Do you want more?” he asks, his voice playful.
“So much more.”
Our lips meet, and he slips just barely inside me.
I gasp and he’s out again. His skin is heated, warming me up, and even though I’ve just come so hard that I should be wrung out, I ache for him.
Our lips part, and when I open my eyes and look at him, he’s staring back at me.
He teases me by dipping inside and out again, and each time I try to hold on to him a little longer.
The sound he makes deep in his chest has me clutching him even tighter, and he kisses me, swallowing my moan when he goes a little deeper.
I get tunnel vision, everything around me narrowing to the rhythm we begin to make.
He whispers my name against my lips and then looks down.
“I love watching you take me.” He slides out and glides over my clit, so intentional and so restrained that the only sign of how it’s affecting him is the slight hitch in his breath.
I don’t know how he’s not losing it right now.
“You feel so good, Camden,” I whimper.
It feels like we’re an extension of each other. Like we’re in sync in every possible way.
I see some of his restraint falter when he slides out this time.
“I love how wet you are all over me.” Sweat glistens on his forehead, and the muscles in his back twitch against my hands, but he doesn’t stop teasing me with those slow strokes.
I want to beg him for more, and yet it feels so good, this gradual climb to devastation.
His eyes close and he squeezes them tight, cursing under his breath. He pulls out all the way, and I whimper. He’s so hard against me, and when his eyes open, he looks drugged.
“I don’t want this to end,” he says. “But I––”
“Please, Camden,” I say.
His eyes are wild, and when he thrusts into me all the way, my mouth parts in a silent scream.
The spasms that take over are so strong that his head drops, and he surrenders.
He drives into me, finally giving me everything, exactly what I want, and the pleasure that shoots through me is indescribable.
His fall is just as intense, both of us holding on for dear life as we touch the stars.
I think I might black out for a second.
When I start to come back to earth, he brushes my hair away from my face.
“You okay?” he asks.
“More than that,” I whisper. “I’m perfect.”
“Yes, you are.”