22. Mary
Mary
Ireally hadn’t said that to fish for a compliment.
I’d got used to deflecting guys’ reactions to my size being larger than the average woman with a kind of defensiveness.
But what Cam was saying was making me feel seriously mushy.
And I believed him; the way his eyes moved over me was seriously addictive.
One minute I’d been asleep, dreaming about this man, and the next I’d been awake and he’d been beside me, with all that gorgeous stubble and that muscle-bound body.
It only made me wonder if in fact this was all a dream – a very long and detailed and realistic dream – and I’d wake up back in that seat in the convention hall with Mags’s elbow in my ribs.
Or worse, back in my lonely bed in my family home surrounded by the past.
But my body was humming with electricity and between my legs felt embarrassingly hot and damp. I wanted his hands on me, to know that he was real. To anchor me here.
As if answering my silent plea, he was coming down, pushing my legs even further apart and settling between them, but keeping his cock out of reach.
I squirmed and he looked at me with those wicked silvery eyes. ‘Patience, little one.’
The thing was, that he made me feel little.
And delicate. But strong and sexy all at once.
He cupped one breast in his hand, squeezing my flesh.
I looked down and saw it between his fingers.
He pinchd my nipple, making me gasp, and then he lowered his head and took it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking it, hard.
It sent electric shocks zinging straight between my legs, to where I could almost feel my inner muscles clamping in anticipation.
I’d never thought my nipples were all that sensitive but I obviously hadn’t met Cameron Delahunt, Master of Nipple Stimulation.
He took his mouth away and I think I whimpered. Mortifying. But I had no time to be mortified because he was moving his body, one elbow beside me, careful to shield me from his full weight as he angled himself so that he was ready to enter me.
As much as I wanted this, I said, ‘Are you sure you’re not jumping ahead a little?’
Cam fisted his cock and ran the head along the drenched folds of my sex.
‘Oh, no,’ he said. ‘This is only first base; when I put it in, that’ll be second base. We can wait and do that another time if you like.’ He pulled back with a look of concerned innocence on his face. Jesus. If he went into acting he’d win an Oscar tomorrow.
Had I ever been this turned on? Feeling raw, I said, ‘Put it in me. I really want to go to second base.’
Cam looked at me for a long moment, cock poised, head almost but not quite spreading my lips for that first delicious push into my body. ‘Are you absolutely sure? I don’t want to rush you.’
Something stopped me angling my hips up so he would have to impale me. The way he was looking at me made me feel exposed. As if I could feel any more exposed.
But, it was as if I sensed that even though we were only playing, he was seeing far deeper inside me than anyone else ever had. Including family. It was a disconcerting thought to have just as I was about to beg and plead to be fucked.
‘Cam,’ I said, pushing all disturbing thoughts from my head. ‘Take me to second base, please.’
He smiled the smile of the devil. ‘Well, as you asked so nicely.’
The head of his erection spread me apart and breached my body. And even though I was familiar with his size now, I sucked in a breath as he kept coming, stretching me deliciously, until I was barely breathing, eyes wide, fixed on him as this silent communication sparked between us.
OK?
Yes ... keep going ...
I’m going deep ... can you take it?
God, yes, there ... ahhhhh
Just another little bit ...
I don’t think I can ... Oh, God, yes, I can ...
My back was arched, my head thrown back. Cam was so deep inside me I swear I didn’t know where he ended and I began. And then he started to pull out again, and then slide back in, a slow, lesisurely dance of torture that he kept up until our skin was slick and hearts pounding.
He was keeping us both on the brink; I could hardly see straight, every muscle straining to reach the pinnacle, when suddenly he withdrew completely and said, ‘Turn over.’
Somehow, I did, and he pulled me up onto my knees. Oh, man. He was behind me now and he entered me again from behind, changing the angle. My arms were shaking. I came down on my elbows, pushing my bottom higher. He caressed me there, squeezing my flesh.
‘You are so damn gorgeous. Look at me, Mary.’
I turned my head to look over my shoulder at him. I think I might have whimpered again to see his powerful chest and muscled arms, his big hands holding my hips. I had no idea what base we were on any more, but I couldn’t care less.
‘I’m going to go hard, OK?’
‘Yes,’ I said roughly. ‘Please.’
‘OK.’
Cam held me fast and he pounded into me, making every bone in my body melt and coalesce into my blood in a way that I had never experienced before.
I had to put my head down. My hands were gripping whatever I could cling onto as the storm grew and gathered, and threatened to break ... any moment now ...
And then Cam reached one hand down and cupped my breast, squeezing hard, while his other hand delved between my legs and found my throbbing clit, and with one stroke I was gone, flying so high, I had no idea how I’d ever come back down to earth again.
My body was one big clasping mass of cells and I vaguely heard Cam’s shout as his body stilled before jerking against mine as he climaxed.