“J. … D.!” he moaned as she sank down on him slowly. Her grip around him was like a vice, and it took all his energy and focus not to lose control right then and there. “Love … please.”
She let out a triumphant little sigh as she finally took him all in. “So … full. How the heck did we …”
“You were made for me,” he crooned into her hair as he placed his hands on her hips. “So good.”
“Cam,” she purred. “Oh, Cam.” Her hips began to move. Slowly, but tentatively, in a slow rhythm that would surely drive him mad. And he didn’t care. He was mad—crazy for her.
As she pistoned up and down, her pace quickening, he kissed every inch of her he could reach. Her face, her neck, those spectacular nipples that haunted his dreams. She seemed to enjoy it as she gripped his shoulders. When he bit at her neck, she let out a snarl, her nails digging painfully into his flesh as she squeezed around him tighter. God, she was unlike anything he’d experienced before. But he needed more. The primal, base urge inside him needed to show her who was in charge around here.
A surprised yelp escaped her mouth as he flipped her over without withdrawing. He pinned her to the couch, hands gripping her wrists as he put them over her head. She let out a savage growl, but that only spurred him more. Putting her wrists together with one hand, he kept her restrained, while his free hand roamed lower, teasing her breasts and abdomen until they reached his intended destination. He plucked at her clit and she let out a howl which he captured with his mouth as he moved in and out of her with a ferocious intensity he’d never displayed before.
He wanted her—all of her. Her sweet body, her surrender. The little minx wasn’t giving up so easily, which he loved. She thrust her hips up at him, like he wasn’t already fucking her hard, and her teeth nipped at him. God, she was a treasure. It only made him thrust harder into her, her moans and cries filling the room.
She was no longer fighting him, and instead, worked with him, their bodies in complete rhythm, reaching for that peak they both wanted. Nails scratched down his back so deeply it would surely leave marks. Her wrists would be bruised from the way he held her so tight, but neither cared. Because they were so close.
“Cam!” she burst out as her body began to shudder.
He held on as long as he could so he could watch her reach the peak. It was a thing of beauty, to see her eyes close, face twist in pleasure, her head thrown back, her tight passage squeezing him as she came. When she opened those beautiful, passion-filled eyes and stared up at him, that’s when he lost it. The pressure that had been building up in his body released, the pleasure zinging up his spine and directly to his brain. His orgasm hit him so hard he lost feeling in his limbs for a second, every nerve ending fried as it concentrated on his groin. He held on to her as tight as he could, trying to ride out the wave as she squeezed her muscles tight around him. For a moment, he thought he had truly died and gone to heaven.
He must have fallen on top of her, because when he regained his senses, their bodies were plastered together. Though he had dominated her in those last moments, he wondered who truly conquered whom.
“Cam? Would you mind …?”
Reluctantly, he separated from her, his cock softening as he pulled out of her. J.D.’s body slick with sweat and thighs painted with his seed was a sight he would never forget, and hopefully, something he would see again.
“I—hey!” she chuckled as he pulled her up for a long, languid kiss. “Hmmm … that was something.”
“Indeed,” he murmured against her mouth. “Um, let me get some towels to refresh us. Or would you like to take a shower?”
“Shower? Why go through the trouble when we’re going to get sweaty again anyway,” she said slyly looking down at his cock, which was now half hard again just from their kiss.
God, he wanted her again. Wanted her more than anything. “Good point. Let me get those towels and we can go to the bedroom.”