in its thick length and the pre-ejaculate is beading on the head. With each stroke, my insides clench.
“Do you know how fucking good you look in my bed?” he whispers as he crawls over my body.
“Not as good as you look crawling over me like that,” I breathe.
Our lips connect and he holds himself over me, resting on his elbows. His hips push forward and he grinds his cock up against my stomach. Oh dear God. My eyes close in pleasure. His lips drop to my breasts when he bites and, as if not being able to get enough, he sucks his way down my body. He nips my hipbone and I jump, but he grabs my legs and pins them to the mattress.
His dark eyes hold mine, ablaze with desire. I can honestly say I’ve never seen a man more aroused. This is off the hook.
“Dinner time,” he whispers as his tongue swipes through my flesh.
Holy shit! I convulse with pleasure and he smiles against me. His tongue laps at me, softly at first, and then deeper and deeper until I begin to lift off the bed to meet his mouth.
His eyes close in pleasure.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he purrs.
“Oh.” I sigh as my body shudders and I grab the back of his head with both hands. Please don’t come… please don’t come already. Show some restraint, for God’s sake.
What chance do I have? He only has to look at me and I nearly orgasm on the spot.
His tongue dives deeper and deeper, and the grip he has on my thighs is almost painful. His eyes are closed and I watch him with my hands tenderly on the back of his head. He nibbles and sucks in a rhythm that can only be called practised technique, and I begin to grind underneath him.
Oh God. I writhe beneath him, and my body starts to really work on his face.
Fuck, this feels so good. His hips begin to circle against the mattress to try and relieve some of the tension he’s feeling.
“Cam…” I breathe. My hips grind into his face and I can feel the stubble burn between my legs.
He pushes a finger in and we both groan in pleasure.
“You’re so tight,” he whispers.
My eyes roll back in my head as he adds another two fingers.
Ouch! I jump and my legs close around his head on autopilot.
“Open.” He growls as he rips my legs apart and pins them again. He sits up and really starts to work me with three large fingers. He works me so hard that the bed begins to rock.
My body begins to lurch forward. “Cameron...” I whimper.
He pumps again.
My body lurches forward as an almighty orgasm rips through me. He drops his mouth again and licks me, and I nearly jump off the bed.
“Give me some cream, baby. Show me how you taste when you come?” he whispers into me.
Holy fucking dirty talking Heaven.
I writhe on the bed as I try to push him off me. “Cameron, no, stop.” I hold his forehead and try to push him off, and then he slowly rises above me.
Dear God, help me.
His dark eyes are locked on mine and my arousal glistens on his lips. The muscle between his legs is so hard. I’ve no doubt I’ll need to be hospitalised after this.
“Spread your legs, Bloss,” he whispers.
I pry my legs apart as far as I can, and he gets up and walks around, opens his bedside drawer and retrieves a box of condoms, as well as a bottle of lube.
I swallow the lump in my throat. Lube… he thinks he needs lube.
Fuck.
He walks back around to the side of the bed and kneels next to me before he pours some lube onto his fingertips and watches intently as he glides it through my flesh.
Arousal dances like fire in his eyes and I hold my breath as he concentrates on the task at hand.
“How long has it been?” he asks with a raised brow.
“Two years,” I whisper.
He smiles a satisfied smile, bends, and gently kisses my inner thigh. “I’ll behave,” he whispers darkly.
Oh man. That’s his way of saying he will try not to hurt me. I watch on intently as he removes a condom from the box and carefully rolls it on. His eyes then rise to meet mine and he licks his lips as his fingers drop to my sex again, and he glides them in and out of my body.