The Pretender - Cora Brent Page 0,55
She’s clearly fascinated, her fingertips studying my muscles, and I’m glad for every brutal minute of work I’ve put in at the gym.
Her lips touch the hollow of my throat and I groan out loud. The pressure in my pants is reaching emergency status and I grit my teeth to keep from seizing her too roughly.
“Are you still cold?” she whispers, leaving a trail of kisses on my neck.
My hands go underneath her sweater, traveling over soft, bare skin until I find the outline of her bra strap. My palms roll to the front and cup her tits through her bra. They are a perfect handful and I’ve been dreaming about them, about what I’ll do when I get them in my hands and in my mouth. I have every intention of bringing those dreams to life in the very near future.
“A little.” I knead her tits in my hands as I say this and she’s dissolving, closing her eyes with a soft moan while grinding her hips into me. If I push a hand down there I’m sure I can get her to come standing up in the living room and it’s a hot idea but it’s not enough. “You want to know something?”
Her eyes flutter open. “What?”
“It’s a lot warmer in my bedroom.”
She nods. “Show me.”
I’m not a neat freak but I’m not a slob either. My room is no palace but the bed is made and there’s no visible clutter. Camden becomes shy once we’re in the room and wanders over to the small window opposite my bed.
“The snow’s coming down harder.”
I stand at her back and wrap my arms around her. She relaxes against my chest and breathes out a happy sigh when I push her hair aside to kiss her neck.
“Told you it was warmer in here.”
“I don’t know.” Her head swivels and she looks up at me with a playful tilt to her lips. “I’m still a little cold.”
I run my hands over her arms and massage her shoulders. “I bet we can fix that.”
“How?”
My hand moves down her back and tugs her sweater up. “Skin to skin contact.”
Camden assists, raising her arms and allowing me to pull her sweater up until it’s over her head and then gone. The color of her bra matches her sweater and it’s beyond sexy.
She turns to face me and the sight of her soft tits spilling out of that sweet pink bra is torture. “Is this better?”
“It’s better.” With a flick of my wrist I get her jeans open. “But there’s still room for improvement.” Her jeans are loosened and it only takes a few seconds to get them down until I can see she’s wearing the same kind of blinding white panties that have been tormenting me since I saw them at the bus stop.
“I would have worn something sexier.” She winces, suddenly self-conscious as she steps out of her jeans. “If I’d known we would be-“
My mouth cuts off her words and my tongue smothers any objections. She’s the goddamn hottest thing I’ve ever touched and she should understand what she does to me. Her bra, cute as it is, needs to go, and with a few deft actions from my fingers it’s on the floor. She goes wild when I suck hard on her neck. She clutches my shoulders and arches her tits to my chest and lets my hands go everywhere.
I claim her mouth again and when she’s so turned on she can hardly stand up I fist her hair in one hand and look at her straight. I need to tell her something important.
“You are always so unbelievably fucking sexy, baby. Don’t forget that.”
With my other hand I reach between her legs and smile because even through her panties I can tell how bad she wants me.
“You feel so good,” she gasps and clenches her thighs, ready to ride my hand right here and now if I let her. But instead I drop to my knees because I’ve got a goddess in my arms and she deserves to be worshipped.
Now that I’ve got her I’m going to show some respect to the tits I’ve spent a lot of time jerking off to. I suck one and then the other, taking my time and enjoying the way she moans when I play with each nipple. I kiss her belly and gradually work my way lower. This time she doesn’t stop me. I use my tongue to tease her outside her panties. Then I