8. Cameron
Cameron
Cam had no idea how he was still holding it together.
He’d never felt such an urgent need to join his body with a woman’s.
But, he’d had to stop and taste her. The sight of her lying back, touching herself like that, had been the hottest thing.
Her hand, her fingers, slipping into her sex …
he’d felt jealous of that hand. Man, he was losing it.
But she was literally the embodiment of every fantasy he’d ever had. Her breasts … were perfect. Big and full, but firm. Large, dark nipples, hard, begging for his mouth. Later. First, he had to be inside her or he would die.
He moved over her and took his cock in his hand, touching it to her body where she was so hot and wet. She was dripping for him and it was the sexiest thing.
She was looking up at him with those huge brown velvet eyes. Cheeks flushed. Skin glowing with perspiration. And to his surprise, before he could stop it, something tightened in his chest. A sensation that this insta-lust hook-up was something more.
He negated the thought immediately. He was drunk on lust, that was all.
His cock was throbbing with the need to be buried deep, so he pressed the head against her sex and almost groaned aloud to feel the damp heat of her.
She was so responsive. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been with a woman who hadn’t been more concerned with arranging herself artfully on the bed than actually engaging in the act, which was messy, sweaty and hot.
He was a lusty guy and it had been a long time since he’d had lusty sex.
He pushed and breached her entrance, and had to grit his jaw against the urge to thrust so deep and hard that he’d have instant gratification. Her eyes were huge. Her hands were on his arms.
‘OK?’ He somehow managed to get the question out, feeling sweat on his brow.
She nodded. ‘Keep going.’
He wanted to do nothing more. So he did. Pushing in deeper. She was tight. He was going to lose it before he’d even got all the way inside her. Then he noticed a slight grimace on her face and stopped. ‘You said it’s been a while?’
Her eyes went even wider and her cheeks brick red. ‘Yes, but it’s fine. I’m OK, really.’
Relief swept through Cam; he knew it would have killed him to try to tame the beast inside him. Gruffly he said, ‘It’s been a while for me too, if it’s any consolation.’
He reached down between them and touched her where their bodies met. She gasped and he felt her muscles contract around him. He almost lost it. But held on. ‘I’m going to go deep, OK?’ he said. ‘I think that’s the best way for this to happen …’
She looked at him and bit her lip. ‘I’m ready.’
Cam knew he was big. Some women looked at him and went pale, but she’d looked at him and she’d actually licked her lips.
She could take him; he knew she could. They’d fit like nothing – he moved before he could overthink it, pushing in, deep and true, until every muscle in his body was taut with the effort it took not to explode there and then.
She fit him like a glove. She was looking at him, and eventually she huffed a little breathlessly. ‘I feel … so full.’
Cam slowly pulled back out, and then pushed in again, his passage easing as her body accommodated him.
He lifted a hand and cupped her breast, the temptation to touch her too much to deny.
Squeezed her nipple between two fingers.
She fluttered around him and arched her back as he pushed deep again.
And back out. A timeless, ageless dance, but no less amazing because it had been done millions and trillions of times.
His passage became even easier and Cam came down over her, close.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, allowing him to go even deeper.
Her nipples scraped against his chest. He groaned and pressed his mouth to hers, in an open, explicit kiss that she accepted and returned.
Tongues mimicking the actions of their bodies as the dictates of his body urged him to go faster and harder.
Soon, coherent thought stopped. Cam became heat, blood and need as he drove harder into Elizabeth’s body, spurred on by her breathy entreaties. ‘Please, I can’t … harder, John, harder, please. Oh, God, yes, there … just like that …’
Cam only had a split second of wondering who the hell John was when he felt Elizabeth’s whole body tensing, heels digging into his buttocks, before she let out a small scream into his neck and her body went slack but for her inner muscles that clamped spasmodically around his cock with her orgasm.
He couldn’t hold back any longer, finally falling over the edge, his body going still for an infinitesimal moment before the biggest rush of pleasure he’d ever experienced ripped him apart, flinging him high before dropping him down again.
He was so deep inside her, he had the sensation he’d never find his way back again – strange thought to have – but he couldn’t analyse it now because she was still milking him dry, and he was still twitching and could do nothing but slump over her, spent and half unconscious in the aftermath.