temple down to her jaw line. He paused to nibble on her lobe and whisper in a husky voice, “Damn, I want you.”
Cammie was completely boneless, his living doll. He could move her at will; direct her as he desired. Oh, and he definitely desired. Within minutes he had unbuttoned the long sleeved pink thermal sleep shirt she wore. The last button ended at her navel, but that is where his attention began. He kissed and licked around her belly button, admiring her flat abs. He slid his hands inside the long opening while he kneeled between her bent spread legs. Gripping her sides, he slid his hands up steadily higher until he reached her shoulders and he slid the sleep shirt off, opening her completely to his gaze, allowing him the opportunity to study her in a way he had been too shocked, too excited, too nervous to do the last time.
Perfection. Cammie was absolute perfection. If he had to choose from Playboy centerfolds and Maxim models, between her and any other woman on the planet…it would be her. Every time, she would rise to the top. Her back arched again, the chill in the air…or maybe dare he hope…her excitement had her nipples hard and at attention. Tired of staring longingly, he was ready to partake.
Sitting back on his knees, his hands found her waist and her cotton bikini thong panties. Though he intended to simply slide them down her waist, in his excitement one side ripped, and in the excitement of the moment he intentionally tore the other. He expected her to yell or object or voice her displeasure.
Instead when she spoke, she was all but writhing on his lap, rubbing her buttocks against his erection while murmuring, “Off. Yes, off…” There was a desperate edge to her voice. Thinking he’d see just how desperate she was, he slid a hand down her inner thigh, until he reached his destination. Pressing his palm against her, he was surprised to feel her grind against his palm. So, he slid his thumb into her slick opening. He could feel her clenching against him and he inhaled sharply.
Though he would have liked to take off his own boxer briefs looking all suave and collected, he was fumbling and yanking, dragging them down his thighs, making a mental note to never wear anything to bed again whenever Cammie was around. He really needed to get his other hand back, but she was rubbing against it and sliding up and down his thumb. He knew that while she might forgive the destroyed underwear, she would most certainly complain if he left her in this state while he removed his. There was really only one thing to do.
He leaned over and buried his head between her thighs. Inhaling the scent of her, he was soon licking at her folds, sucking on her clit and tugging ever so gently. She was writhing in ecstasy, agony, and ultimately orgasm. He just knew it. He already recognized her tells, the way her breathing changed, the way she went limp. If he played his cards right, she would stay. She’d have to stay. He’d make sure she couldn’t move.
So, Adam moved slowly up her body, brushing his hard torso along hers until he could bury his face in her neck and enter her while gripping her waist. She inhaled and spread her thighs wide, clearly happy to share her body once more. “Ah, you do trust me,” he murmured against her ear.
“No,” she cried as she shook her head emphatically. “Impossible.”
Driving deeply into her he realized her hips were rushing up to meet his every thrust. “That feels remarkably like trust to me.” His hand found her breast and he brushed back and forth over her nipple with his flat palm.
Again, she shook her head.
He pushed harder and harder into her. Their movements grew wilder, more passionate. He stared at her beautiful face, her lips, parted as she whimpered in pleasure, her eyes closed tightly. It was as though being with him truly pained her even though she responded to every bit of his attentions. Her legs were wrapped around his waist as he gripped her shoulders and pulled her hard against him one final time as he erupted deep within her.
They were close to the edge of the bed. He slid out of her but held her close against him. His feet dropped to the floor. As he stood, her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist,