want so much more.
I wrap my hand around it, sheathed in the black silk, and stroke up and down.
Max lets out a long groan.
I lift the elastic waistband away from his skin and peel it down, allowing his cock to come free.
It’s finally mine to hold onto, admire, and taste.
I push the boxers down and cup his balls the way I did at the naked tanning session.
And at long last, I get to slide that glorious cock into my mouth.
His hands tangle in my hair, gripping my head. I take him in, my tongue licking his length. He smells of soap and tastes of pure, clean skin. I grip the base with both hands while my mouth slides up and down the tip.
He presses my face more tightly against his body, his hips moving with my motions.
“Camryn,” he breathes.
I slow down a notch, not wanting to move too fast. I ease up the pressure and slide my tongue along to the end.
When I pull away, he stands up, kicking off his shoes and shoving the jeans and boxers out of his way.
“Should we try a bed this time?” I ask.
He picks me up from the floor and cradles me in his arms. “Show me the way.”
“Through the beads and down the hall.”
When we arrive in the bedroom, he lays me down on the bed like I’m something precious.
“I have longed for this day,” he whispers against my neck as he positions his body over mine. “I have a condom.”
“Unless there’s a reason for it, I’d rather rely on my pills.”
“Done.” His mouth captures a breast again as fingers slip inside my body.
I can scarcely catch my breath as he moves me back into that airy space of oblivion, ready for him.
He shifts, nudging his cock against the entrance as his fingers continue to circle my nub.
When he thrusts inside, I arch to him and cry out. I feel split wide, a thousand flashes of fire darting through my body like a sparkler has been lit.
He kisses my ear, my cheek, my mouth, consuming me with his lips.
His body moves over me gently, easily, until I press against his back to quicken the pace.
His arms come around my waist to pull me up to him, away from the bed, and he thrusts into me with all the pent-up need we’ve both suppressed since that first day in the dressing room at the arena.
All those moments flash through my mind. His body. My hands on him. Lotion. Spray. His erections. Toying with each other.
All leading to this.
He pulls me closer until we’ve shifted, and I’m sitting in his lap, my legs driving our speed, his hands clasping my waist and giving me lift, then I crash down on his cock, shuddering with pleasure.
I never want it to end, and move and move and move, up and down, clutching, burying my face in his neck.
“Camryn, Camryn, Camryn,” he whispers against my ear.
The tightness begins, clenching around him with a fiery grip. I slam down, once, twice and then I know it’s coming, and a careening cry starts low in my throat.
The pulsing has already begun when suddenly everything clenches down even harder. The orgasm billows out like an ocean wave. I am consumed, rocking against him, sweating, exhausted, exhilarated, so high.
He clutches my back and pounds upward until I feel his belly tighten, and the warmth spreads into me.
I remember it spurting on my body, and a second wave of orgasm in my body spasms around his cock.
He clutches me tight, pulsing inside me, refusing to let go.
We’re both breathing hard, clutching each other like we’re drowning.
He falls back on the bed, bringing me with him. We roll until I’m curled up against his chest, one leg thrown over his thighs.
He pushes the hair away from my face and gazes at me.
There are no words.
“I am never going to get enough of you,” he says.
I know exactly how he feels.
23
Max
When I wake up the next morning in Camryn’s bed, she’s asleep.
The dull gray light outside the windows tells me dawn has barely broken. I’m used to getting up early.
I’m not in a rush, though. I don’t have to work out before I head to the deli, since I took care of that last night with Franklin.
Franklin.
If he could see the two of us right now, he’d bust an artery.
I think it should fall to me to tell him, when we do. I’d rather him take out his anger on me, not Camryn.
Camryn.
She’s really