Chapter 5 #2
And her perfect body captivates me. It’s carved from years of discipline and hard work.
She’s all lean muscle, straight shoulders, and toned arms. Her tits are round, her nipples perky, begging me to curl my tongue around them.
And her narrow waist and killer abs? This woman is a work of art, and I’ll be damned if I’m not going to spend the night worshiping every inch of her.
“Don’t go quiet on me,” she says softly. “And take off your shirt. I want to see you too.”
Without hesitation, I rip off my T-shirt, flexing my muscles as I do. Giving her a show. Then, with my eyes locked on hers, I kneel in front of her and put my hands on her legs.
She plants her hands on the mattress and lifts her hips, allowing me to slide off her leggings and expose the lacy red panties beneath. Fuck. Heart hammering, I grab her hips and pull her toward me, draping her legs over my shoulders.
“Now lie back and let me enjoy my dessert.” I kiss her inner thigh, then suck her skin into my mouth, leaving another mark.
Slowly, I tease her, driving her out of her mind. Eventually, I push her panties aside, revealing her glistening pussy.
Goddammit. I lean in eagerly and circle her clit with my tongue.
A moan slips out of her mouth, filling my chest with pride.
If she continues to respond to me like that, then I’m in for a real treat.
I suck and lick, palming her perfect breasts, rolling her nipples, picking up my pace. Before she goes over the edge, I slow down. Her moans and whimpers get louder as I build her up again and again.
“More,” she begs. “More, please…” She rolls her hips, rubbing her juices all over my face.
I double my efforts, sucking her clit into my mouth, then grazing my teeth over it.
Her breath goes ragged, and I know she’s chasing her orgasm. So I push one finger inside her and ravish her clit. When she responds with a long, low moan, I add a second finger, then a third.
“You taste so delicious, babe,” I murmur against her heat. “Like my favorite kind of dessert.”
I fuck her with my fingers, crooking them to hit her sweet spot while I lap her clit with my tongue, speeding up my movements with each passing second. My digits drip with a mixture of my saliva and her juices.
“Oh, bozhe1…” She cries out, gripping the sheets, when I suck hard on that little bundle of nerves.
Her pussy spasms, then her whole body trembles as her orgasm washes over her. I don’t stop my movements as she rides out her release.
Only when her pussy is no longer contracting around me do I stand and lower myself onto the bed beside her. I prop myself up on one elbow and take in her flushed cheeks and the way her chest heaves.
With a lazy smile, she opens her eyes. “What are you, a pussy-eating champ?”
Laughter rumbles out of me as I shake my head. “Just wanted to give you the queen treatment, that’s all.” I cover her lips with mine, kissing her slow and gentle as I bury my hand in her hair.
Without pulling away, she unbuttons my jeans and lowers the zipper. I’m hit with a wave of relief when the fabric straining against my rock-hard cock gives, making me double my efforts.
“I need you out of your jeans.” She rears back. “Take them off.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I wiggle out of them, then shuck off my briefs. “Though you need to get rid of your panties too. They’ll be in the way.”
With a sinful smile, she shimmies out of them. Then she sits up and assesses me, catching her bottom lip between her teeth as she zeroes in on my dick.
I wrap my hand around my shaft and give it a few pumps, teasing us both.
“Sit up. Against the headboard,” she orders.
I do as I’m told. Once I’m settled, she climbs onto my lap, straddling me, and grasps my dick.
“I have an implant,” she says, her focus on my face. “Had it put in a couple of months ago.”
The meaning of her words dawns on me as she hoists herself up. Before she can impale herself on me, I grasp her waist, stalling her for a moment.
“You sure?” I swallow thickly. “I was tested at the beginning of the season, and they were all negative, but—”
“Mine too,” she whispers, guiding my dick to her pussy. “And I’m sure.”
I smirk, and with a deliberate slowness, I pull her down onto my cock. “Fuck.”
She’s wet, warm, and tight. So goddamn perfect. She feels like fucking heaven.
She slides up and down my shaft, making my eyes roll back in my head. With each curve of her hips, she takes me deeper and deeper. When she’s fully seated, I swear I see fucking constellations in my mind, and they all have one name—Yana.
Head bent, I swirl my tongue over one pert nipple, the move causing her to throw her head back and moan. Her reaction spurs me on, and I do it again, and again, and again. Each time, she only moans louder. Movements fast and choppy, she grasps the headboard, using it for leverage.
“Fuck, babe,” I pant. “If you keep moving your hips like that, I’m not gonna last long.”
Fire forms in my lower abdomen. It’s slow and small at first, but with each dip of her hips, it burns brighter, wilder. With my hands splayed over her hips, I help her move faster. She fucks me hard and rough, the rhythmic sound of the headboard hitting the wall the soundtrack to our desire.
It takes me too long to realize just how loud we’re being.
Camden.
Fuck.
I cup the back of her head and make her look at me.
“We need to keep quiet. If we don’t, Camden will know exactly what we’re doing in here.”
Her mouth falls open, her eyelids heavy. Then she breaks into a slow smile. “I think he already knows. I’m not particularly quiet.”
A zing of excitement rushes through my veins like a bolt of lightning in the sky.
For some fucked-up reason, the idea of Camden knowing what we’re doing turns me on even more.
It’s not because I feel smug as fuck for getting the girl.
But the idea of him listening to us sends a hot energy to my cock.
I wonder how it would feel to have him watch us…fuck. Just the imagery alone brings me closer to the edge.
I grip Yana’s hips tighter, dragging her over me, giving her everything I’ve got, and she meets me thrust for thrust. With her lips on mine, she rides me fast and rough, stealing the air from my lungs.
“Fuck,” I mumble as she clenches around me.
Her body convulses slightly as she orgasms for the second time, and that triggers my own release, my reaction far more violent than hers.
I hide my face in the hollow of her neck, panting and breathing heavily as I come down from the high.
My forehead is pressed to her sweaty skin, and her scent fuses with mine, making my head spin.
That was the best sex of my life. Hands fucking down.
“Think you’d be up for another round soon?” she whispers.
With a snort, I shift so I can look her in the eye. “A woman after my own heart indeed.”
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