Chapter 19
CHAPTER
NINETEEN
Camden
If I don’t slow down, I’m going to get pulled over for speeding. Or reckless driving. Or worse, I’ll have an accident.
The air is so thick within the cab of my truck, you could cut it with a knife. There’s an electricity buzzing through us, an invisible string tethering us together. The pull is undeniable, the strength unbreakable. It’s every bit as potent as I remember, with an added buzz of newness.
I ignore my phone. I’m getting texts from the idiots, most likely saying something stupid and inappropriate. I keep my fingers laced around hers, needing to touch her skin. It takes only a few minutes to return to town, and I hurry toward my house.
The moment I pull into my driveway and park, her seat belt comes off and she moves. Maren climbs over the console and wiggles between my body and the steering wheel. It’s a tight fit, but the moment her pussy grinds against my hard cock, I forget all about being wedged together in my truck.
In fact, I’m rather enjoying being wedged with her.
Her hands are in my hair as she presses her chest against me. I try to reach her ass, but with the steering wheel, it’s hard to wiggle my hands into place. I grip the globes of her ass, holding on for dear life as she rocks her hips.
“Christ, Maren,” I whisper.
She presses her lips against my jaw. “I’ve dreamed of you so many nights, Cam.”
I groan in both ecstasy and pain. Pain in my heart, at the hurt the distance of time has created. I brush my lips across hers. “Same, Shortcake. Every fucking night.”
“Take me inside, Cam,” she murmurs, her tongue sliding across my chin.
I move quickly, reaching for the door handle to exit the vehicle.
She has to wiggle in order to slide out, and her giggles are the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
When my feet finally hit the ground, she straightens her legs and stands before me.
Her arms wrap around my neck as I shut the door and half-carry, half-escort her to my house.
It takes me three tries to enter my code at the door, mostly because I’m not actually looking at the keypad. My eyes are on the beautiful woman in front of me, my mouth occupied with her lips. Finally, I get the right numbers entered and we stumble inside.
Hands start moving. We’re grabbing at coats, pulling them from each other’s bodies. Shirts are removed next, followed quickly by shoes. I take her hand and pull her toward my bedroom, needing to see her in my bed.
When we finally reach our destination, I stop and hold her burning gaze. “You have the power here, Maren. Tell me to stop and I will.”
She presses her body against mine, her lace bra coarsely sliding across my bare chest. “I don’t want to stop, Cam. I want this. I want you.”
Hearing those words after all this time is the balm I didn’t even know my heart needed. I thread my fingers in her hair and gently grip the sides of her head. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted,” I confess, speaking my truth.
With our eyes locked, I reach down and release the button on her jeans. She doesn’t move, allowing me to follow it up with the zipper. “Hurry,” she murmurs, grabbing at my own fly.
“I don’t want to rush, Shortcake. I feel like I’ve waited a lifetime to have you back in my arms.”
“You can go slow next time, Cam,” she points out, dragging her nails down my chest.
My cock jumps in my jeans, begging to be released from its denim confines. Sliding my hands along her hips, inching between her panties and warm skin, I insist, “I’m going to hold you to that.”
I push my hands down, taking her jeans and panties with them.
I can already smell her arousal, see the wetness glistening off her pussy.
I’m ready to taste, to devour her sweetness, but I remain focused on the task at hand.
I help her step out of her jeans and discard them on the floor before finally returning my attention to the nearly naked woman in front of me.
She’s fucking gorgeous.
The swell of her hips, the faint marks on her skin from where she carried her son. She’s exquisite, so much more than I ever could have dreamed of.
Pressing my lips to her stomach, I whisper, “You are the sexiest woman alive.”
She snorts in disbelief. “Hardly. I’m pudgy and about twenty pounds heavier than I was the first time I lived here.”
“Gorgeous,” I insist, pressing a second kiss to her abdomen. Then, I slowly start to work my way down to the apex of her legs.
The first taste of her sends a tidal wave of lust barreling through me. It makes it hard to concentrate, to focus on what I’m doing. And right now, what I’m doing is tasting her.
Her fingers thread into my hair as I slide my tongue between the lips of her pussy.
Her gasp is music to my ears. She lifts her leg a bit, parting her thighs, and giving me full access.
I slide my tongue over her clit repeatedly, knowing her pleasure is starting to build.
Her hips are moving, her hands holding me where I am.
Finally, I push my tongue inside her body. Her groan fills the room as I lick her clit and slide into her. She tries to spread her legs more, but it’s difficult with her standing. Plus, I need full access to her pussy, and there’s only one way to get that.
“Lie back, Shortcake.”
She climbs onto my bed and lies down, spreading her legs widely.
“Fuck, you are gorgeous,” I tell her, climbing onto the bed and settling between her legs. Meeting her gaze, I add, “Hold on tight. I’m gonna make you come so hard you forget your own name.”
It’s a bold statement, but one I know I can achieve. I’ve been longing for this moment, and I’m a determined man.
I slip my arms beneath her legs, spreading her wider. Then, I lower my mouth and fucking devour. She tastes like heaven and feels like home.
My home.
Her nails bite into my scalp as her hands hold on tight. I feel the tension coursing through her limbs as she gyrates against me, chasing the pleasure. Shifting my arm, I slip a finger inside her body and suck her clit into my mouth.
“Oh God,” she mutters, her grip on my hair and head strengthening.
“I want you to come, Shortcake. I want to feel and taste it,” I instruct without lifting my mouth from her pussy.
Then, I double down my efforts to make her come.
I slip a second finger inside her body, giving her a few seconds to adjust to the stretch before drawing her clit into my mouth once more.
I curl my fingers upward, searching for that magical spot deep inside her.
It’s like a light switch, and I know once I find that button, she’ll come hard and fast.
I brush my fingertips over her G-spot and feel her entire body go rigid. “I know what you like, Shortcake,” I whisper, curling my fingers a second time. “Come.”
I flick my tongue over her clit and continually move my fingers. It only takes a few more seconds before she explodes beautifully. Her pussy tightens like a vise around my fingers as she cries out my name. I glide my tongue across her clit, lapping at her juices as she rides out her release.
When her legs finally relax and her fingers release my hair, I lift my head and stare.
There’s a smile on her lips and her eyes are closed.
She’s still wearing her bra, which I’ll have to remedy soon, but my favorite part is her hair.
I used to dream about the future we’d have together and that hair splayed across my pillow.
Well, we all know how that worked out at the time, but right here, right now, I’m living that dream.
No, she’s not waking up next to me every morning, but for now, she’s here.
And she’s mine.
I climb from the bed and start to remove my jeans and boxers. I pull my socks off too, tossing them on the floor to deal with later. Then, I go to my nightstand drawer and retrieve a condom.
Maren gets up on her elbows and watches my every move. I rip open the little packet and place the contents over the head of my dick, tossing the foil packet onto the table and rolling the protection over my length. When I’m covered, I find her staring at me intently.
She glances up and smirks. “I’m going to suck on that later.”
My cock jerks in anticipation. “I would never deny that request.”
She smiles, reaching behind her back and releasing her bra before ripping her socks off her feet. When she lies back down, she reaches between her legs and slides her fingers through her wet pussy.
I climb onto my bed and move between her legs once more. “I want to fuck you in every position imaginable, but right now, I need to see your eyes.” I get into position, replacing her fingers with my cock. I’ve never been more ready for this moment.
“Hurry,” she whispers, wrapping her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck.
“You’re sure?” I ask, needing confirmation.
She reaches between us and cups my balls. My eyes cross. “I’m very sure, Cam. Please.”
I move forward, slow and steady. The head of my cock is nestled in her sweet body, gradually followed by the rest of my cock. I hold her gaze, watching as the slight discomfort is gently washed away. Her hands thread into my hair as she pulls my head to hers, kissing me.
Her taste lingers on my tongue, and as she sucks my tongue into her mouth, my hips thrust forward, filling her completely. Maren closes her eyes, her back arching, her sexy mouth forming a little O.
“You good?” I ask, trying to keep myself from pumping my hips until I know she’s ready for me to continue.
“More than good, Cam. Please move.”
I hold myself up on my elbows and gently pull out, only to thrust forward once more.
Her fingers flex, her nails dig into my flesh.
It’s the perfect storm of pleasure and pain.
I pump my hips, long leisurely strokes at first, trying to do everything I can to make this last. But admittedly, it’s been a while since I’ve been with a woman, and well, my body’s crave for release is growing more powerful by the second.