Chapter 23 Nadine #2
He drops to the floor, but even on his knees, his head is level with my chest. As his hands work on removing my panties, he sucks on both of my nipples, drawing them to almost painful points.
But it’s his hum of satisfaction that sends a wave of electrical current to my clit.
It throbs, and I rub my thighs together for some relief, but he catches them in his hands, stopping me.
“I’ll take care of you. Spread wider, honey. I got you.”
The first caress of his fingers over me is a promise. The second, though, comes with a threat. “Keep them wide.”
“Or what?”
“Or we skip me being nice to this pussy, and I get right to pounding you. Using you how I want.”
“Is that how they teach you to talk to girls back in the cornfields?”
He arches his brow. “River.”
I arch my own. “Camden.”
“You’re about to learn how this corn-fed boy can fuck.”
“I’m looking for—oh!” I gasp when he invades me with two thick fingers.
Given no warning, it’s a shock, but not unpleasant.
He laves my nipple with his tongue as he slides his digits in and out of me, coating them with my desire, using it to moisten my clit, and then his thumb is there, pressing and circling, as he finds the spot inside me with his index and middle fingers.
“Oh god,” I moan, my legs unsteady, and he has to wrap an arm around my waist to keep me upright. Needing something to hold on to, I let my head and shoulders curl, my fingers digging into his hair, cradling him to me, a buoy in the ocean.
Each twist of his fingers and lick of his tongue sends me further out into the depths, waves of pleasure washing over me until my skin pricks with goose bumps and stars fill my vision.
“I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”
“Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.” He murmurs around one of my nipples as if he knows, urging me on. I crash, my orgasm causing my knees to give out, but he’s there to catch me.
Although I’m barely allowed more than a few breaths before he bends, weaving his arms between my thighs and around to my back, creating a sort of seat for me.
Because then he lowers his mouth to me for one experimental lick.
I shudder in his hold, and he chuckles, a puff of his warm breath hitting my already oversensitized flesh. “Yeah, I’m gonna love this the most.”
Then he lifts me up, standing with me on his shoulders, his head between my legs, and I shriek, yanking at his hair in terror. He moves like it’s nothing. As if I am no more than a feather as he walks to the bed and sets me on the mattress, all the while his mouth never leaving me.
And I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
“That was really hot,” I say to the ceiling, and I feel his grin against the curve of my hip.
“Impressed?’
“Yes, actually.” I giggle drunkenly, and he tightens his hold on me, keeping my legs spread wide, his hands clamped on my waist, putting me on full display.
He kisses the very center of me tenderly, as he’d kiss my lips. Then he shocks me. “I don’t do this often, so I need all the points I can get.”
I lift my head to meet his eyes over the length of my bare torso. “What do you mean, you don’t do this often?”
“I can’t remember the last time I went down on a woman.”
I let my jaw hang open in surprise, and he pulls me down the bed an inch, making himself comfortable on the floor as he explains, “Sex has been transactional for me, and I was almost always on the receiving end. I didn’t have to do it.
I didn’t want to, but…” His gaze drifts down to the most intimate part of me, and he inhales deeply.
“If it’s okay with you, I’m going to stay right here for a while. ”
“Yeah.” I’m like a bobblehead. “S’okay with me.”
“Good,” he whispers against my clit, and I reflexively jump a little.
He makes a sound of interest and then does it again.
And again. Alternating between blowing a stream of air and licking it, learning how to make me moan and tense and dig my fingers into his hair.
He does indeed stay there for a long time, simply playing.
He finds out what I like, what he likes, and how to make me cry out.
I laugh when he bites at my inner thigh and then lifts my hips for a better angle.
He flicks his tongue, and I hiss. Suctions hard, and I jolt.
He hums against me, and I feel it everywhere. Even in my toes.
When he’s finally done exploring and learning, I’m practically liquid.
Only then does he toss my legs over his shoulders and focus solely on my clit.
He sucks on it, humming once again. Telling me without his words that he knows I’m about to orgasm, letting me know that when I fall, he’ll be right there, waiting.
“Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.”
I’m not sure why I find the soft yet demanding sound so hot, and I come with nonsense words rolling off my tongue, spine arching off the bed. When I finally settle with a punch-drunk grin on my face, Camden leans up, his mouth shining wet. “Yeah, fucking love that.”
“I fucking love you.”