her feet up and down them, bringing his erection to her entrance and away with each push and pull of her legs up and down his.
She moved her hands up and over his chest, on to his strong shoulders and into his rich, dark hair. She held his mouth to hers and matched each stroke and slide of his tongue with hers.
He released her mouth and she pulled his hair in protest until he took her nipple into his mouth and suckled and circled the tight, aching bud with his tongue. Then, instead of pulling his hair, she moaned and pulled his head to her asking for more.
He loved how she responded to every touch, every lick, every kiss and caress. She was embers in a fire and he was the wind flaring them to life. Her flames licked at him in turn with each stroke of her tongue on his neck, every little nip and bite she took, and every press of her hips to him, seeking for him to ease the fire and make it flare at the same time.
He lapped, licked, stroked her breast with his tongue, suckled, and she writhed beneath him. He wanted to bury himself in her fast and hard. With a supreme act of will, he slowed himself down, savored every contour of her body and the taste of her skin.
He moved his hand down over her ribs and stomach and found paradise. When he found her slick and wet, he groaned deep in his throat and took her mouth. He slid his finger inside her tight sheath and stroked until her passion spilled over his fingers.
She was on fire, burning only for him. She was being consumed by him. His finger inside her matched each stroke of his tongue over hers. She felt like she was being tightly wound around him, and just when she thought she couldn’t take it any longer, he thrust two fingers into her and she exploded into a million sparks, flying in the wind to heaven. His thumb circled the soft little bundle of nerves and kept those sparks flying out. Heat built in her core and expanded out over her body.
She pressed her hips up, searching for him to end the torment once again.
He took her bottom lip gently in his teeth and bit softly until she opened her eyes. “I need you, Marti. I want to be a part of you if only for a moment, this moment, for however long it lasts. Say yes.”
“Yes, Cameron, my love. I need you too.”
He pushed deep inside her in one strong thrust. Her hips came up to meet his, and she took him deep inside herself. The world spun away and all he felt, all he knew, was Marti. He pulled out slowly and loved the sweet tight feel of her around him. He thrust deep again. Her nails raked down his back and over his ass and pulled him to her deeper.
She loved the feel of him inside her. Full and complete, for every stroke out, she met him when he came back to her with as much passion and pleasure as he gave to her.
He kissed her neck and nipped at her shoulder, keeping their pace slow and sultry. He loved every moan and sigh he drew from her. Her legs moved up over his hips, and he thrust into her hard. She called his name and groaned for him, only for him.
He moved his hand over her breast and squeezed her firm roundness. He plucked at her nipple with his thumb and finger and she arched up to him for more.
He moved his hand under her hip, pulled her up tight against him, and increased the pace. Her moans came fast, ripples of contractions ran through her.
He took her mouth and drove his tongue deep inside, tasting everything and stealing her breath. He thrust again and again.
She pushed up to him, harder and faster until finally she called his name and threw her head back and held him to her. When she settled back into the bed, he thrust once more deep, groaned, and spilled himself inside of her.
Completely spent and satisfied, he let everything else go and just settled into being with Marti. Her hands rubbed up and down his back, soothing him. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled onto his side, keeping himself locked deep inside her. He didn’t want to let her go. Not yet. He never wanted to