Chapter 15
ZEB
I was voracious for Cammie.
I woke up hard, but I knew she’d be sore. No way was I taking her again until she had some time to recover. But that didn’t mean I had to keep my hands off her. She was asleep against my side, her body propped up with mine, one of her legs thrown over my thighs.
This bed was too fucking small.
But we were alone.
That meant I could make her come again. Shifting us so she was on her back, I pushed the covers down and settled between her thighs, nudging one wide.
I put my mouth on her. Fuck, she tasted like both of us.
My cum was dried on her thighs and her pussy was sticky with it.
This was only the second time I did this, but I’d been observant the first go.
I had a pretty good idea of what she needed.
It seemed the top of her clit was extra sensitive and so I flicked it with my tongue.
She came awake and cried out my name, her hand dropping onto my head.
“That’s it, Cammie girl. I love watching you come for me.”
Her folds were plump and swollen, so I was careful with them, just teasing her with my finger, which set her over the edge.
“Zeb!”
Fuck, I’d never get tired of hearing that.
When she pushed my head away because her clit was too sensitive, I kissed my way up her body and let her taste herself.
“What about you?”
“That was for me,” I told her.
“But you’re hard.”
“And your pussy’s sore, I’m sure.”
“Zeb.”
“I might play to win when it comes to football, sweetheart, but I’m not keeping score with you.”