Chapter 14
Cameron
The last time I was with Lacey, we went at it fast, furious. Hot and intense. But afterward, when reality crashed in, it ended on a fizzle where any kind of future between us got shut down.
So now, as I glide my tongue into her mouth, I plan to take my time, stoke that fire so it burns so hot that we’ll never get over craving each other.
She tastes good, like sweet mint. Over and over, I clash my tongue against hers, slaking her with everything inside me. God. She’s intoxicating. Addictive. And mine.
Blood rushes south and my cock grows hard. I tug her closer, cradling her between my legs. I let her feel how much I want her. How much my cock craves her and wants to be inside her again.
I clasp the back of her neck, then thread my fingers through her hair, deepening our kiss. Desire, hot and wild, rushes through me and along all my nerve pathways.
She melts against me, her body fitting to me in all the right ways as she grips the fabric of my shirt and pulls it from my waistband, then slides her hands onto my bare skin. And she traces every muscle, every ridge of my back like she’s memorizing me with her fingers.
I could take her here. Now. But instead, I wrench my mouth from hers. “I want you so fucking much, but not here,” I rasp, my throat raw with need as I trail my lips over her jawline to the sensitive spot just below her ear, relishing the gasp that escapes her lips.
Then I lift her, and she wraps those gorgeous legs around my waist. And I carry her out of the living room and up the stairs to my room. Lowering her to the ground, I savor the feel of her body, soft in all the right places with all the right curves.
I cruise my hands up her sides, slipping beneath her V-neck and cupping her breasts, gliding my thumbs over her tight, hard nipples. She moans, the sound low and throaty and filled with need, lust.
Heat arrows through me and rushes into my cock, making it harder. I’ve got to have more of her.
With a patience I barely possess, I abandon one of her breasts to undo her jeans, then push them down along with her panties until they’re at her feet. She kicks them off as I drag her shirt over her head, then quickly remove her bra.
“No fair,” she says with a hint of laughter. “You’re still dressed.”
“Not for long.”
I drag off my T-shirt while she works on my jeans until I help her shuck them off.
My cock juts out, and she clasps the length as we move closer to the bed, stroking me gently until we collide onto the top. I feel the slick heat at the apex of her thighs and as much as I slide into it, I hold back.
Because I want to taste her, make her come hard with my mouth and tongue.
I trail my lips down her neck until I reach her breasts, stopping long enough to suck one nipple hard while teasing the other one into a finer point.
She moans, grips my hair and arches her back. “God. Yes. Feels so good.”
I stop long enough to look up at her. “It’s going to feel a whole lot better when I go down on you.”
Her breath hitches. “Promises, promises.”
“I always keep them,” I say, stroking my tongue over her elongated nipple.
Then I slowly circle my way down her body, licking the small indent just below her belly button. She gasps again, lifts her hips higher and her pulse jumps against my lips. The scent of her arousal fills my nostrils when I inhale a deep breath to steady myself, telling myself to take it easy, slow.
And show her how much of a great hello this will be for her. For me too.
No matter how much my dick wants to cut to the chase and ram into her all the way to her hilt.
Gently, I trace my finger through her folds, and she jumps again at the intimate touch, but when I push a finger inside her, she clenches around me.
“Lacey. Beautiful Lacey,” I say, slowly withdrawing my finger and pushing it back in. “You’re so wet for me. I need to taste you.” Driving my finger into her, I circle her clit with my tongue. Tasting her unique essence, a mixture of tang and something sweet like the peaches on a hot summer day.
I insert another finger into her, pushing both digits in and out of her pussy while I suck on her hot, pulsing clit. Her moans intensify and the first waves of her orgasm begin to throb, pull my thrusting fingers in deeper.
I love the way she tastes. And I’m loving the way she responds to me while I fuck her with my tongue, my mouth, my fingers. I’m drunk on her, craving all of her.
I want to be with her again and again.
Always.
Forever.
And when she cries my name, I love how she comes so completely, so recklessly, so wildly. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and I drink her in, sucking and tasting her until her orgasm subsides and the final aftershocks pulse against my fingers and lips.
“Cameron.” She releases her grip on my hair and smooths the strands down with shaky hands. “I love how you keep your promises.”
Her voice is sultry, rich and raspy, breathy with the last remnants of her release. “Good.” I move to seat my dick between her slick folds. “Because I promise you, I’m going to rock your world with my cock.”
Her heat and hot juices flow onto my dick, making the head even more engorged, ready to drive into her. She reaches for me and clasps her hands around my neck, bringing my head toward hers until her lips touch mine.
“Make me come again,” she whispers. “And I promise to bring you over the edge with me.”
She widens her legs, giving me easier access to her pussy. She rises and falls with me, her hands on my ass as she meets me stroke for stroke.
Her excitement makes me fuck her harder, faster. Her hips buck up and down and I feel her pussy clench, building toward another orgasm. I trail a finger down between us, stroke her clit. “You’re going to come again, for me.”
“Yes. God yes,” she moans.
She’s moving faster, taking me deeper inside, chasing her pleasure, her climax taking hold. Her pussy convulses, wet heat floods around me.
I’m barely holding onto my control as I drive into her, filling her as I cruise my mouth over her lips, and claim her as mine all over again.